Page 5 of Something Borrowed
Before I know it, we’re seated in the back of the cab, his hand on my thigh where he has kept it most of the day. He whispers filthy things in my ear, kissing my throat, keeping me on edge the entire ride to the hotel. Once we get there, he whisks me inside, changing his reservation while I wait beside him. Then he has me on the elevator and his hands and mouth are on me again and I can’t think.
For once in my life, I do not want to think. I just want tofeel.
“Christ, I love how soft you are,” he hums as his mouth works a hot, wet path down my throat, his hands gripping my backside. I am not thrilled with how soft I am there, or how widemy hips have spread after children. However, he seems pleased with my curves, his hands working over the slopes of my breasts, the swell of my ass, the thickness of my thighs.
“Hmm, everywhere I am soft, you’re hard,” I whimper against his throat as I rub shamelessly against his thickness as it presses thick and heavy against my stomach.
“Never been this hard before,” he rasps, hips grinding against me.
“Liar,” I tease against his jaw as I kiss him there, the scrape of his stubble sending shivers of pleasure right between my thighs.
“Never,” he stops, pinning my arms above my head with one hand, the other tangling roughly in my hair. “I would never lie to you. Not about how bad I want you. How I cannot wait another second to get inside of you. I need to feel you come for me, Lark. I need to feel it in every single inch of you.”
Hips grinding again, he bends to bite at my mouth before he kisses me hard. I press against him as soon as the elevator opens. We stumble off, ignoring another couple stepping on. He hits the door and we both laugh as he tears his mouth from mine, waving the key card in the air.
“Lark,” he pauses, eyes holding mine. “I want you in the worst way. If we get in here and do nothing but talk about dirty books or wedding crashing, that is good enough. I want....”
Lawson laughs when I snatch the key card from him to let us in, pushing him in and letting the door slam behind me. His light eyes darken once we’re alone in the room. I know I can stop. I could tell him right now this is a terrible idea. That I do not want him to regret me after this weekend.
Somehow, I know I will never regret him.
“Take me to bed, Lawson,” I tell him as I unbutton my silk top, kicking my heels off.
“Oh, we will get there, love. First, I said I would needanother taste of you.”
Before I can process his words, I am lifted off my feet, my legs hanging off his broad shoulders. He never gave me my panties back earlier. As his tongue licks open my folds, I moan his name, hands clutching the back of his neck as he tilts me back against the door. Takes a few moments of his magic mouth licking, sucking, his tongue fucking me, until I go off.
“Fuck, that’s my good girl, taste so damn sweet,” he murmurs against my sex as he sucks crudely. Lawson is filthy but he is so sexy I don’t mind.
Dropping me slightly, he cradles me to his chest, fusing his mouth to mine. I am shocked to taste my own pleasure. He groans throatily when I lick his mouth, curious about how I taste on his lips. My moan meets his sounds as he lies me back on a bed in the middle of the huge hotel room.
One entire wall of the suite is windows, the sunshine of the late afternoon flooding the room with warm light. Lawson kneels between my knees on the bed, undoing his tie, his jacket, then pausing with his shirt. Jerking his head at me with a smirk, he encourages me to join him in disrobing.
Unable to help myself, I laugh. There is something so jovial, so light about being with him, even when the air is thick with the heat between us. I nod and begin undoing the buttons on my top. His tongue comes out to drag across his mouth as he undoes his own top. It is like a scene right out of the filthy books we both love.
“Need you bare, love,” he hums, his hand yanking at his belt, “It is all I have been thinking about since I first set eyes on you. Need to see all of you, Lark. That’s my good girl, don’t hide from me beautiful,” he rasps, his hands pushing at his slacks, but his eyes never moving from me.
Beneath that gaze, I feel beautiful. sensual, sexier than I ever have, and nothing else matters. Not the soft rolls on mystomach, not the dimples on my thighs, not the way my full breasts spill out of my lace bra. His hands still, coming down to grasp my hips and yank me against him.
“So bloody beautiful,” he murmurs, falling against me, his fist grasping my wrists to pin them above me. “Every single inch of you is perfection. Let me take some time getting my hands on all of you.”
Nodding as heat sizzles through me, I arch to his mouth as he works it over my skin. Down my throat, across my shoulders. His wet mouth closes around my left nipple, teeth scraping, lips pulling as he sucks. Heat rushes to my center and I wriggle beneath him, seeking something. Anything.
“Be my good girl, don’t move. I need to touch you. Need to show you how beautiful you truly are. How every single silky, creamy inch of you deserves to be adored.”
Until I am shaking, Lawson does adore every inch of me. His mouth learns each curve, each spot that makes my eyes cross. His hands keep mine trapped above my head until he slides down between my thighs, feasting on me until I come so hard I am shouting his name in desperation.
I need more. I need him. Need to feel him filling me, taking me.
“Lawson, please,” I cry as he rocks his huge body against mine, skin to skin, his swollen shaft rubbing deliciously against my quivering sex.
“You need me, beautiful?”
“Yes, yes, I need you,” I beg, clawing at his shoulders, moaning as he hits my swollen clit again and again with his shallow thrust. “Please, I need you inside me. I am so empty, I need.... oh yes!”
“That’s my good girl,” he growls at my ear as he thrusts hard, sinking so deep it aches. Stilling, he wraps my hair in his fist to yank my head back. Pulling back, he starts to move, slidingout of me slowly, his gaze dropping to watch the lurid act. “Fuck, that’s my good girl. So pretty taking my cock. I knew you would take it good. Fits me so tight, that pussy fits me so good.”
Moaning, I circle my hips beneath him, surrendering to sensation. To the sting at my scalp as he tugs at my hair. To the pressure of him inside of me, thick, wide, hard. His hard body pinning me down, the lewd sounds of our bodies meeting again. Again. And again.
