“Look at the color build in your face as you get closer,” he says as he increases the speed of his thumb as he circles it around my clit. “And the way you squeeze my fingers, getting tighter and tighter. The smell of your magic is fucking delicious. I can’t wait to put my mouth, my hard cock, where my fingers are. I’m going to make you come so many times this weekend, you’ll never be the same again.”
The images his words build in my head, along with the way he touches me and the feel of his dick against the small of my back, letting me know exactly how big it is and how completely it would fill me up, is more than I can take. My climax comes without warning, a sudden hard wave of pleasure that doesn’t seem to end, just continuing to roll over me for minutes, hours, days, I have no fucking clue.
When it’s over and I come floating back into reality, it’s in time to see Erik sucking my pleasure off his fingers. Then, instead of pulling me close or stripping me completely, he lifts the spaghetti strap of my dress back into place, covering me up just as the elevator doors open.
“This is your floor,” he says, stepping back into the opposite corner.
My brain is still too blissed out to process what’s happening. “Are you coming?”
“I’m on a different floor. You need time to think about if you want what I promised without being on the edge of coming.” His gaze drops to my mouth, my breasts, lower. Then he shoves his hands into his pockets. “I’ll be at the fountain tomorrow night. Eight o’clock. I promise to bring cheeseburgers.”
