Page 28 of Dating the DILF
We hold each other’s gaze, while my heart thuds against my chest. I know what he’s doing. Giving me a moment to gather myself, free of his touch, to be sure of the decision I’m making.
Don’t let me regret this.
I twist my arm behind my back and slowly lower the zipper, being sure to hold his eye the entire time, and then let my dress fall to the ground.
He grits out a guttural groan at the sight of me, completely naked but for my stilettos, and he doesn’t hesitate to move forward and press himself flush against me.
One hand slips into my hair while the other grips my throat and his mouth descends on mine, savaging me as though he has lost control.
I match his fierceness and find my leg lifting around his waist so I can get the friction I need.
His hand leaves my throat and splays across my clavicle before sliding down to caress my breast. His fingers find my nipple, pinching and rolling it until a shudder runs through my body.
Then his hand is moving again, sliding lower. Lower.Lower.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He groans against my mouth. His finger teases through my slit, circling my clit, round and round, causing me to buck against it, chasing more pressure.
“JesusChrist.” His mouth leaves mine and he roughly turns me around and places a hand on my back, pushing me forward.
I’m bent over and my hands find purchase on the glass in front of me as I desperately try to stay on my feet.
He leans down, his body covering my own and it feels overwhelmingand too much, but even as I think that, I find my ass pushing back, demanding more.
“Does anyone else have a key to this room?” His harsh voice breaks the silence and his question sobers me momentarily.
“I don’t think so.”
“Good enough.” I feel that smirk, the one I am beginning to love so much, against my back before his lips begin to kiss their way down my spine.
There is a final kiss to my right ass cheek and then he’s gone. All contact broken. I glance up at his reflection in the window and I watch him. The only sound in the room is my labored breathing and the clinking of his belt buckle. I close my eyes and let the anticipation consume me.
The sound of his zipper lowering causes a painful ache to pulse through my pussy. Wetness slips down my thighs, and when I hear the rip of foil, I am ready to beg for his cock. His hand lands on my hip, his grip so tight I’m sure he will leave marks and I find myself enjoying the idea.
“Chicago?” His voice startles me and I look up to meet his gaze in the window. “You ready?” Before I can respond, he thrusts forward, seating himself deep within me, and an unflattering grunt quickly morphs into a long moan of pleasure.
Wrapping an arm across my chest he pulls me upright and presses me against the window. The glass is cold against my heated skin and I look down to see the lights of the traffic. I imagine strangers in the cars below looking up and spotting the lewd image of me, pushed up against the transparent surface getting fucked from behind.
“You’re fucking perfect, Charlie.” Miles pulls out and pushes back in, both hands now locked on my hips.
“So good. So, so, so good. Harder,please.” My voice is barely a whisper, but his strokes pick up speed, and when I slip my fingers to my clit and start rubbing, I feel my orgasm start to build.
He’s rutting into me with what feels like feral desperation, and when his soft grunts start to come faster, my fingers gather speed and I come with a ferocity I have never felt before.
Moments later, Miles pushes himself deep within me, and with my name a strangled whisper on his lips, he comes forcefully and emphatically.
The air in the room is heavy with the scent of sex and I don’t remember ever being so sated. I also don’t remember ever being fucked so thoroughly, so there’s that.
We take a moment, our breathing still coming fast, and his hands are gently caressing my skin. I’m enjoying the intimacy of this moment almost as much as the sex itself.
“That was unexpected.” Miles’ voice is rough, as though he has been yelling. Oh God, I hope we weren’t yelling.
“Really?” I challenge. “I’m not sure that was entirely unexpected on your part.”
“It was definitely unexpected. A guy can dream, Chicago, but they rarely come true.” He kisses my shoulder and chuckles. “You’re one to talk anyway. No bra or panties? I think you were planning on seducing me tonight.”
“Hmm… I may have had some plans,” I tease.
He pulls out of me and the loss hits me immediately.
