“And the rest?” he pressed, his voice hard.
It was pointless. She couldn't say it. Of course she couldn't say it.
Everything he said was true.
He knew it, too. He stormed through the double doors, steaming up to her so fast, he literally swept her off her feet when his arms went around her. Her toes barely touched the carpet as he crushed her to him.
It was like he wanted to devour her. His tongue was rough and aggressive, plunging into her mouth, and the hand he'd moved to the back of her head pulled at her hair, hard enough to sting.
Just like in the elevator, there was no thought. No worry. She was pulled along by him, going in the only direction she could go – forward, at hyperspeed. There was no stopping, no shifting, no changing direction. This was it. This was meant to happen. This was going to happen. This was something she wanted to happen.
Misch moaned, wrapping her arms around Tal's shoulders, and eventually her legs around his waist. He carried her across the room, leaned them up against the door jam long enough for him to pull her dress straps down her arms. While she shimmied the material away from her chest, he held her close again, moving them into the bedroom.
“I don't even know you,” she panted when he dropped her on the bed.
“You don't need to,” he replied, pulling his shirt off. Her mouth went completely dry as she stared at his amazing body, and he took her moment of shock as an opportunity to move over her, forcing her to lay down.
“I've never slept with somebody I don't know,” she babbled as he pulled her dress down her body before tossing it across the room.
“That doesn't surprise me,” he chuckled, dipping his head and running his tongue over her hip bone. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
“I just can't believe I'm doing this,” she continued.
“I can't believe you're still talking. Get naked,” he urged, but then he took care of the problem himself – he yanked her forward and slid his hand around her back, flicking her bra open. A second later, and that item of clothing joined her dress on the floor.
His mouth immediately went to a nipple and she cried out, her hands going into his hair. She honestly couldn't remember the last time someone other than herself had touched her bare nipples, and now some gorgeous, mysterious, dark man was worshiping them.
I love Italy.
It was dark in the room, but not dark enough to hide her inhibitions. As Tal peeled her panties away from her body, Misch's shivering came back. His own pants hit the floor, then he was back on top of her, his fingers roaming over her skin, his mouth moving across her shoulder.
“How did you know?” Misch whispered, her lips close to his ear.
“Hmmm?”
“How did you know he hadn't touched me in a long time?”
“Because of this,” Tal's voice was practically a hiss, and then his long finger was back between her legs, thrusting in and out. Her back arched off the bed.
“My reaction?” she gasped, hooking her nails into his shoulders.
“No, because you're so tight.”
“What!?”
“You're so tight. You said you've been with him for eight years? No way is this pussy getting fucked on the regular. Pity, but don't worry. I'll make up for those lost years,” he promised her, and a second finger joined the first.
Michael had never talked to her like that; no one had ever talked to her like that before. Sure, they had dabbled in some light dirty talk, but not too much. And not at all in recent times. So someone talking about her “pussy” so casually, it sent a thrill running through her body.
“How did you know I'd come up here with you?” Misch continued. Tal's tongue traced the outline of her nipple, then moved under the swell of her breast.
“I can spot lonely,” he whispered back.
It would've been depressing, if his tongue hadn't felt so good, if his fingers hadn't felt so amazing. They erased everything. Her past, her future, her present. Gone, with one thrust. All that existed was this man, this room, this bed.
He brought her right to the edge of an orgasm, then stopped. While she moaned in protest, he moved to kneel between her legs. His hand gripped her knee, holding it up against his hip. She was still coming down off the high his fingers had given her, so it wasn't till he was pressing against her, pushing inside of her, that she realized what was happening. She froze, started to panic, started to say stop – “wait, I'm not ready! This makes it real!” – but then it was too late. He was already sliding his way into a snug fit.
Oh. My. God. I'd forgotten they come in different sizes.
“Wait, wait, wait,” she breathed, pressing on his shoulders. His hips stopped moving.
“You're fine,” he assured her, kissing and sucking at the sensitive spot under her ear.
“I don't think this is going to happen,” she was now gasping for air, squirming under his weight.
“Why?”
“Because, your dick is huge.”
Tal laughed loudly, which made her laugh, and in that instant of distraction, he jerked his hips forward. Suddenly, they were flush. Misch's laugh turned into a cry, and she was pretty sure her fingernails drew blood from his skin.
“Holy. Fuck,” she managed to say. Her shivering was so bad, her teeth were actually chattering.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his hips twisting against hers. Making room.
“I … um …,” thoughts apparently didn't exist anymore.