“I wanted to wait because I knew if I fucked you now, we’d never leave. But now you’re standing in front of me fucking naked and all I want to do is impale you on my cock. Force my dick so far down your throat you feel it in your pussy. Put my mouth between your legs and feast on you until you beg me to stop. I wanted to wait. I was trying to control myself when all I’ve wanted to do since I picked you up at the train station is bend you over and fuck you mercilessly.” His finger is still in my ass and I can feel myself getting wetter after his sinful monologue when I feel his finger leave and his tongue on my sex. He’s eating me from behind; his thick tongue rubbing my clit before dipping inside me and spearing my open every few seconds.

“James.” I whine. “Fuck.” I press my face against the counter and squeeze my eyes shut as he continues to fuck me from behind with his mouth. My orgasm is approaching fast and a smile finds my face that I’m getting exactly what I wanted and my plan worked perfectly when suddenly his tongue leaves me and he stands up. My eyes fly open at the loss of stimulation on my clit and before I can turn around, he leans over me and whispers in my ear. “Now we are both horny as fuck. Now you’re wet and needy and I get to watch you squirm all through dinner wanting me between your legs.”

“Wha—what?”

“I’m going to go take a shower,” he leans down and presses a hot open mouthed kiss to the base of my throat before running my tongue up the flesh. “Don’t touch that pretty pussy.”

I’m slammed up against the wall of the elevator and my legs immediately move around his waist, sending my short skin tight sparkly gold dress that I’d worn to dinner up around my waist. Lips find my neck and his tongue darts out to lick the skin between my breasts. He drags it up my chest and neck and to my mouth where our tongues meet. We indulged in far too many glasses of champagne and we’re teetering on the edge of drunk. Well, he’s teetering, I’m already there. James’ hands reach under my dress, tearing my underwear from my body and letting the lace fall to the ground in shreds. His hand replaces the material as he cups my sex possessively and lets his fingers drag through my slit.

“Fuck.” My eyes roll back as the feeling of his hand between my legs takes over.