Page 285 of The Havenport Collection

Gio

“ W here are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

I tried to control myself, driving through the city. I wanted to go a hundred miles an hour if it would get us naked faster. But I had a plan, and I was going to stick to my plan. Sam deserved more than a quick fuck in my truck. She deserved pampering and luxury.

By the time I pulled into the grand entrance of the Boston Harbor Hotel, my heart was racing and my palms were sweating. This was finally going to happen.

I handed the keys to the valet and opened Sam’s door, grabbing the small duffle I had stashed behind my seat and leading her through the opulent lobby.

“I hope you don’t think it’s presumptuous, but I called in a favor.”

Her eyes widened. “This is quite a favor.”

I leaned down and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Anything for you, gorgeous.” I gave her ass a discreet squeeze as we waited in the lobby.

I was having a hard enough time keeping my hands to myself but then Sam had to throw her arms around my neck and groan, “Please Gio. I need you,” directly into my ear.

My visioned tunneled and my breathing grew ragged. I had been waiting so long to hear those words. It was my dream come true.

This woman was making me crazy. I was normally smooth, suave even. But I was struggling like a teenager right now, trying to keep my raging hormones in check.

My brain was short circuiting, screaming “Dream Girl! Naked! Sex!” on repeat. I struggled to maintain coherent thoughts as the bellman led us up the private elevator that opened into the penthouse. After what felt like hours, he left, and we were alone.

“This place is gorgeous.”

I looked around, finally noticing the grand suite we were in. “It’s fine,” I replied, unbuttoning my shirt while kissing her. I didn’t care where we were as long as we were getting naked.

But the penthouse suite at the Boston Harbor Hotel was probably pretty nice. Maybe after I’d had my fill of Sam I’d be able to appreciate it. For now, I had one mission. To make her scream my name.

I pushed her up against the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the Boston skyline. I kissed her neck while my fingers trailed up her thigh, bunching the fabric of her dress in my hands.

“I’ve been trying to guess what you had on under here all night,” I said, gently flipping her skirt up to reveal a dark-red thong.

“Jesus,” I groaned. Sam in a thong, pushed up against the window, was a sight to behold. Her waist tapered to round, wide hips and the juiciest ass I had ever seen.

I bent over, unable to control myself any longer.

“Did you just bite me?” She giggled, turning around and shooting me a glare.

“I couldn’t control myself. I needed to take a bite out of this delicious ass. Would you prefer I spank it instead?”

I pinned her arms against the glass, whispering into her ear as I trailed feathery kisses down her neck.

She moaned and nodded.

I gave her a gentle smack, reveling in the sound it made.

“Fuck, Gio. I love it.” She gasped. “Again.”

I slapped the other cheek, my hands shaky with lust. I was not on my A game; I was nervous and fumbling. This was Sam. The woman of my dreams.

“I need this dress off you.”

She turned around, kissing me deeply, and I reached up to unclasp her dress.

“Is this okay?” I asked, sensing her hesitancy.

She looked up at me, her eyes clouded with lust, and nodded.

Before I could prepare myself, the dress slid to the floor, leaving Sam in nothing but a thong and heels and…“Is that tape?”

She laughed and nodded. “Your sister made me do it.”

I carefully started to peel off the tape, which was contorting her perfect breasts into some kind of strange position. She wiggled and laughed, clearly tickled by my hands on her.

I decided to turn it into a bit of a game, peeling so slowly and then peppering the area with kisses, while she squirmed beneath me. I loved the feel of her skin against my lips. I could kiss her for days. But eventually, all the tape was gone.

I looked at her, my chest heaving. “You are so beautiful.”

She looked down.

“Can I touch you?” I asked gently. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She looked down at her breasts. “It doesn’t hurt. And I want you to touch me. I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

I trailed my fingers down as I kissed her, gently caressing her breasts. Slowly, I made my way to her collarbones, pausing every few seconds to take a breath. I was so worked up I needed to keep centering myself.

“You are my fantasy come to life,” I breathed against her skin.

“I want this,” she moaned as I took one nipple into my mouth. “I want all your fantasies. Everything you’ve ever wanted to do to me.”

“It’s a long list.”

“I’ve got my own list too.”

“Then we should get to work, gorgeous.” I kissed my way down her belly, dropping to my knees and inhaling the glorious smell of her arousal. Her thong did nothing to hide how badly she wanted me.

“Are you wet for me, Sam?” I asked, gently teasing her thong over her hips.

“So wet. I’m always wet for you.”

I lifted one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, pushing her back against the glass.

“In that case, I am going to have to investigate.”

She tasted like heaven and responded to every flick of my tongue with sexy moans and gasps. She leaned back against the window while I got to work, enjoying the sight of the city as I drove her wild with my tongue and hands.

After her second orgasm, I carried her to the bed and laid her down, admiring how her beautiful hair fanned out over the white comforter. She was gorgeous and she was mine.

I unbuckled my belt slowly, drinking in the sight of her. “Look at you, laid out on this luxury hotel bed, naked, soaked, and begging for me.”

“Take your clothes off. I can’t wait any longer,” she ordered.

“That’s my bossy girl,” I said, dropping my pants. “So demanding.” I nipped at her inner thigh and she shuddered.

“Do not torture me anymore.”

I grabbed a condom and began to roll it on. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

I kissed my way up her body, loving the feel of her underneath me. Then, eyes locked, I slowly slid inside of her. Jesus. This was incredible.

My eyes rolled back in my head before I even started to move. This felt so perfect.

“Gio,” she moaned. “Wow.”

I bit my lip; I had to get control of myself. “Tell me how good it feels,” I said as I began to move slowly, savoring the feel of her.

“Better than my vibrator.”

“Oh really?” I thrust hard and she arched her back up off the bed.

“So good. So thick. I love how you fill me up,” she cried.

“That’s more like it. I’ve dreamed about you, Sam. I’ve dreamed about this moment. Easing into you. Filling you with my cock and watching you gasp as you take every inch of me.”

I built up to a steady pace, making sure to watch how she reacted. “I want everything, Gio. Give me everything.”

And I did. We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies made for one another.

Her legs were wrapped around my hips, urging me deeper, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.

I felt her inner muscles clenching me, and pretty soon, there would be no going back.

“Touch yourself. I want to see you touch yourself while I fuck you.”

She snaked her hands down, and instantly I felt her tighten around me. “Gio,” she cried. “I am so close.”

I fought the urge to let go, to tumble over the abyss, and instead focused on maintaining my rhythm. “Let go. Let go for me. I want to feel you come.” I leaned down and bit her nipple hard as her back arched up off the bed and she cried out, her entire body shaking with pleasure.

She pulled my hair and kissed me deeply. “That was… Oh my God.”

I looked down and admired her flushed face and wild sex hair. “Oh baby, that was just the warm-up.”