The elevator dinged, and he pulled away, his eyes gazing into hers.
“Where’s the key to your room?”
“Right here.” Cheri reached for her purse and pulled the key-card from
the side pocket before gesturing toward the door off to the left of the
elevator. When Allen stopped in front of her room, she slipped the card in
and out—nothing happened. Damn it! Come on you stupid thing. She tried it
again. “What’s wrong with this thing?”
“Try following the arrow.”
She held up the card. “I guess that would help.” She turned the card
around and stuck it back in, turning the light from red to green. She turned
the knob and pushed the door open.
He kicked the door shut behind them and headed straight for the bed
where he lay with her. She groaned and pulled his mouth back to hers,
relishing the feel of his erection against her thigh. Her body trembled with
need. “What is that scent you’re wearing? It’s intoxicating.” she said against
his mouth. Then she welcomed his tongue as she yanked his shirt from his
slacks. His hands roamed and caressed through the fabric of her blouse. She
slipped her hands up his back, kneading the muscles flexing with his
movements. Nothing seemed more real than this moment. It was so unlike
the men she faked interest with.
“I have to have you now.” The fire raged deep inside her and she found
his belt, unbuckled it, yanked at the snap of his slacks and heard the zipper
open. She pushed at them to get them down, off, she didn’t care. Panting,
she grabbed the elastic band of his boxers and yanked them over the stiff
cock tenting them. When she moved her leg over him, inching him toward
her wet pussy, his tip bumped her clit. “Oh,” escaped into his mouth as she
pressed her lips to his. His hand stopped her before his cock penetrated.
“Please,” she begged, her voice uncharacteristically sultry.
“Not yet,” he said against her lips.
Despite the arousing shift in his voice, she pulled back. He couldn’t be
serious. For once she wanted it and the guy was in no hurry to fuck her.
Stunned, she bit her lip and forced her mind back to the purpose of this
union. “I thought you understood why I’m doing this.”
“I do, but I want something out of it, too. I want the pleasure of enjoying
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