I chuckle at her as I climb off the bed and carefully roll off my condom to toss it in the trash can in the corner. A couple of large water bottles sit on the table nearby, so I grab one and twist it open to take a sip before I bring the bottle back to her.

“They do,” I tell her as she takes a deep sip of the water. “But if they’re very… inspired, we’ll say, it can be a lot shorter.”

She flushes, biting her lip and grinning as she lowers the water bottle from her mouth. “Does that mean I ‘inspire’ you?”

“Fuck yes, you do,” I say, my voice low and serious despite my smile.

I can’t stop my eyes from raking over her beautiful body, drinking in every perfect little detail. She’s lying on her back with her legs comfortably spread out to her sides, her head on a pillow, and her gorgeous dark hair streaming across it. I don’t know how it’s possible, but she looks both sexy and innocent at the same time. Her face is so open and expressive, and I get the sense that it probably speaks for her even when she doesn’t want it to. Her mismatched eyes catch the candlelight, creating an almost otherworldly glow.

I take the water bottle from her to steal another sip, then set it back on the end table and crawl into bed with her, hauling her up in my arms to hold her against me. My face finds its way to her neck again because I can’t get enough. I’m starving for more. It’s like no matter how much she gives me, it’s not enough. There’s still this flaming pit in my stomach howling for more.

She arches her body against mine, making a soft noise. “Are you feeling inspired again already?” she whispers, and my cock twitches between us, despite how spent it is, making both of us laugh.

“You’ll have to give me a few minutes, but I am absolutely fucking you again. You’re mine for the night, and I don’t plan on wasting it.”

“I like that plan,” she breathes, her pupils dilating slightly.

She pulls her lip between her teeth again, trapping it there like she can barely wait. I love how expressive her face is, even when she isn’t trying. I kiss her shoulder and work my way up her neck until my mouth meets hers, where I press our lips together gently.

“You can tell me more about yourself in the meantime,” I whisper, and she laughs.

“We agreed no names, nothing real, remember?”

“I know. But you can’t blame a guy for trying. You’re amazing, so I just want to know more about you,” I say and kiss my way back down her throat to her breasts, which I also pepper with kisses.