not have wanted to wait any more than I did. His mouth is urgent. Greedy. Almost rough. His hands move over my body with a hungry entitlement that’s absolutely thrilling.
I kiss him back with shameless enthusiasm, pushing his shirt up so I can claw at his bare back and wrapping one leg around him so I can rub my arousal against his thigh. I gasp and arch my neck as he kisses my throat with soft, hungry sounds that turn me on even more.
His hands are pushing up my skirt and pulling down my underwear even as he claims my mouth again. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but hold on to him and try to get him as close as humanly possible.
He breaks the kiss as he quickly undoes his trousers and pulls out his erection. I stare at it ravenously until he suddenly lifts one of my legs and bends his knees to get himself in position. He thrusts in as he heaves me up against the wall. I cry out in surprise and automatically wrap my legs and arms around him to hold on.
He’s inside me. Holding me up against the wall. My shoulder blades poke into it painfully, but I couldn’t care less about that. I can’t remember ever feeling so completely under someone’s control. I can’t move for fear of slipping to the ground. I squeeze as hard as I can and make a loud sobbing sound as he makes his first hard thrust.
“Okay, baby?” His voice is rough and breathless and right in my ear.
“Yeah. Yeah. Keep doing it. Fuck me just like this.” I can’t help but toss my head, even though I occasionally bump it painfully against the wall. “Fuck me hard, Richard. Please, please, fuck me.”
I can’t believe I said that. My mind and heart and body feel like they’re on the cusp of exploding.
He takes me against the wall, rutting fast and hard. He’s strong, but I’m not exactly tiny, so he needs the wall for support to keep us upright. This means he can’t pull out very far, but he doesn’t have to. The whole thing is raw and carnal. Primitive.
I come almost immediately—far earlier than I could reasonable expect—and I’m sobbing with the pleasure of it as he keeps fucking me until I come again. He comes then too, making a loud, wordless bellow of what sounds like victory.
The whole thing took less than two minutes.
I’m panting and flushed hot with a proud, sated glow as he carefully pulls out and lowers me to the floor.
We grin at each other like naughty children before he pulls me into a quick hug.
“I can’t believe you came from that,” he says as he releases me and tucks himself back into his pants. “We didn’t have any foreplay at all.”
“That was one of those rare instances when I didn’t need it. I was doing a lot of anticipating in the car over.”
He chuckles and leans over to pick my panties up from the floor. They’re little and red and silk. Bought special for this trip. “I was doing some anticipating too.”
“I could tell. I’m not sure how you knew when I got there though.”
“They called from the front desk to tell me, so I was waiting.” He scans me from my messy hair to my cute little sandals. “That wasn’t too rough, was it?”
“No. Just the right amount of rough.”
Then his expression flickers. “Shit. We didn’t use a condom.”
I hadn’t even thought of that. “Oh. Damn. We got too excited.” I give him a quick look and see he looks more worried for me than for him. “I’m on birth control, so we should be okay in that department. Unless we have incredibly bad luck. And I’m healthy.”
“So am I. But you have no reason to believe that. We should have used a condom.”
“We’ll be more careful next time.” I can see him relax, as if my composure reassured him.
The truth is I really don’t want to get pregnant. Not right now. This would be a terrible time in my life for it to happen. I went on birth control as soon as I got Richard’s first package about getting together again in Paris. Even though we use condoms, it makes me feel better to have extra protection.
“All right.” He takes the handle of my suitcase and rolls it toward the main room of the suite. “Now that we got that taken care of, maybe you can come in