Page 117 of Second First Impression
He fumbles with the keycard, tapping it a couple of times before it registers, then he rips the door open.
Grabbing me by my waist, he spins me around and bends me over the table in the foyer of our suite. He wastes no time flipping up my dress and discovering he was, indeed, right about me not wearing panties. I had a sneaking suspicion that he was going to go caveman today, so I figured I’d help him out a little. Now, I’m thankful I had the forethought becauseI’m so needy it feels like it would be impossible to wait long enough to rip panties off.
“Dirty girl. I didn’t think you would do it,” he growls as I hear the zipper of his pants.
He drags a hand down over my exposed ass, dipping a finger inside my pussy and moaning at how ready I already am.
It’s always like this. In the two years we’ve been together, nothing has changed. If anything, things have gotten hotter, more intense.
“Fuck, Ains,” he whispers as I feel him remove his finger and replace it with his cock.
Dragging it through my arousal, I whimper in need. He may be a caveman right now, but I’m not far behind him. His faith in me during that presentation was so sexy, and it made me feel like I was the queen of his world.
Without warning, he thrusts long and hard into me, and I melt into the table.He always feels so damn good.
I move my hands over my head and grip the opposite end of the table. I have a feeling this is going to be a rough ride, so holding on is really my only option—not that I’m sad about that.
“You were fucking amazing today, Ains.” Thrust.“God, watching you up there was a fucking privilege.” Thrust.“I’m so fucking proud of you.” Thrust.
That’s all it takes.
I’m coming; my knuckles turn white, and I don’t even know what’s coming out of my mouth. It’s like I black out and come to with Ledger lying on top of my back.
I frown, disappointed that I missed his orgasm. It’s always a sight to behold and one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
“Sorry, shit, I’m sorry. That was so rough. Are you okay?” he asks through his panting, trying tocatch his breath.
“So good,” I reply wistfully.
He relaxes a little, reaching up to intertwine our hands.
“You make me lose my head. Damn, I had all these plans after the keynote. I was going to take you back to Craft, wine you and dine you. The hotel is decorating the room later with rose petals and whatever other fancy shit they find.”
“That’s sweet, Ledg. But I like this too.” I sigh.
He tucks our hands, which are still connected, against my side and gently helps me up. We’re still fully dressed, and when we stand up, he slips from me.
Pressing his forehead to mine, I breathe him in. He gently picks me up and sets me on the table, and I start to protest.
“We’re going to make a mess on this table, Ledg.”
“Don’t care. I’ll clean it,” he says against my lips.
I wrap my arms around him as he does the same, and I rest my head on his chest, soothed by the rhythm of his heartbeat. Now that the highs from the keynote speech and the mind-blowing sex are gone, I just want to be held by him and do nothing.
“Can we just order room service?” I say softly.
“We can do whatever you want.”
“I think I just want to be a homebody and keep you to myself tonight.”
“I’m definitely okay with that,” he says, stroking my back soothingly.
“We still need to go back to the luncheon.”
“They can wait.”
I don’t know how long we stay there, but I do know that I needed the reset.
Ledger always seems to know what I need before I realize it. He’s so attuned to my wants and desires that I feel like I’m never wanting for anything.
Every day, I aspire to do the same for him.
Bluebell Falls was supposed to be a pit stop in my life, a place to regroup and plan. Instead, I found my soulmate. I found a work-life balance that has Ledger in every aspect of my life, and I love it more than I can put into words. We’ve built a life we’re both so proud of, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
THE END
