ROXYS POV

“I like watching you fight yourself,” he whispered and pushed me up against the wall, his body pressed tight against mine, so tight that I could feel every hard inch of him, his lust evident in the hard bulge straining against his trousers.

"Let's get this off," he growled, his fingers deftly unzipping my dress. My dress fell to the floor, forming a pool at my feet. I stood before him in nothing but my lacy thong and heels, my entire body was on full display for him.

His eyes raked over my curves, taking in every dip and swell. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathed as he stepped closer to me. His hands cupped my breasts and I almost shuddered from the touch.

Ahhh. I groaned internally. So this was what his touch actually felt like, I’d imagined it over and over again.

He thumbed my nipples, the hardened peaks were already begging for his attention.

My body arched into him, desperate for more. "Please," a whimper escaped my lips, my voice came out low, barely above a whisper. "I need you."

He smirked, a wicked glint shining in his eyes. "Not yet," he teased, trailing a finger down my stomach. "I want to taste you first."

He dropped to his knees before me and brought his face mere inches from my aching core.

He swiped his tongue just above my folds, raising his head and locking eyes with me. Then with a single flick of his tongue, he swiped further below, teasing me through the thin lace of my thong. I gasped and my hands immediately reached for his hair.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes, grinding my pussy against his face.

He pulled the strap of the lace aside, exposing my pussy lips fully to his hungry gaze. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned as he looked at me.

“Uhm…” I moaned and nodded.

Then without warning, his tongue delved between my folds, lapping at my folds like a man that was starved. I grinded against his face, shameless in my desire. His fingers pushed into my slick folds, plunging deep inside me as his tongue lapped at my clit.

The combined result made me start seeing stars, my orgasm was building at breakneck speed. "Don't stop," I begged, my nails digging deep into his shoulders. "I'm going to..."

“Fuck..” I screamed. My former words dissolved into a scream of ecstasy as I came undone, my entire body shook with the force of my release but he didn’t stop. Instead, he continued to lap at me, extending my pleasure until I was a boneless heap in his arms.

He stood up with a triumphant smirk on his face. "Now that we've taken care of that," he purrs, licking his lips as he locked eyes with me, “let's move this to the bedroom."

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the apartment right as the elevator opened. There was only one room on the floor.

He pushed the door open and waltzed through till he reached the bedroom. He laid me gently on the plush king-sized bed. I watched as he stripped off his clothes, revealing a body honed to perfection.

Now only in a pair of tight boxer briefs, he crawled up the bed towards me. I parted my thighs in invitation, desperate to feel him inside me.

But he had other ideas. "I'm going to take my time with you," he promised, trailing kisses up my leg. "I want to savor every inch of you."

He reached my thighs and parted them wider, settling between them with a wicked grin. "I want to taste you again," he murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. "I'm not done with you yet."

I moaned as his tongue delved between my folds once more, lapping at my pussy. He teased my entrance, flicking his tongue over my clit before plunging it deep inside me.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets as he ate me out. He was insatiable, his mouth and tongue worked together to drive me wild.

He continued his assault, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue. The combination had me seeing stars, my orgasm building with each stroke.

"Don't stop," I begged, my voice ragged with desire. "I'm so close..."

He doubled his efforts, sucking my clit into his mouth and pressing two fingers deep inside me. With a scream of ecstasy, I came undone, my body convulsing around his hand as I squirted, coating his face with my release.

He lapped up every drop, prolonging my pleasure until I collapsed against the bed, boneless and sated.

"That's it, baby," he praised, crawling up my body to capture my lips in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, the musky flavor sent a new wave of desire coursing through my veins.

He reached down and pushed his boxers off, freeing his thick, veined cock. I licked my lips at the sight, imagining how it would stretch me open.

"I want you inside me," I panted, spreading my legs wider in invitation. "Please, fuck me."

He smirked, positioning himself at my entrance. "Since you asked so nicely..."

With a swift thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside me. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my walls stretching around his impressive length.

He began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he took me deep. Each stroke hit that magic spot inside me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me. "So tight and wet and perfect."

I could only moan in response, lost in the sensation of him moving inside me. My nipples hardened into stiff peaks, aching for his touch. As if reading my mind, he reached up and tweaked one between his fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I arched into his hand, desperate for more stimulation.

He obliged, pinching and tugging at my nipples until they were red and swollen. The added sensation had me teetering on the edge, my orgasm building with each thrust.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with passion. "I want to feel you come apart on my cock."

With a scream of his name, I did just that, my body convulsing around him as I came harder than I ever had before. He followed seconds later, his release filling me with warmth as he collapsed on top of me.

We lay there for a while, panting and sweaty and thoroughly sated. He pulled out eventually, rolling onto his side and gathering me close.

"Fuck, that was incredible," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You're amazing."

I smiled up at him, tucking my head beneath his chin. "You're not so bad yourself," I teased.

He chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek. "I think we've both earned a shower," he said, rising from the bed.

He helped me up and led me into the en suite bathroom. The shower was spacious, with multiple jets and a rain showerhead above. He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right.

We stepped under the spray together, the warm water flowing over our bodies. He grabbed a washcloth and lathered it with soap, running it over my skin in slow, sensual strokes.

I did the same for him. His muscles flexed beneath my touch. We took our time, exploring every inch of each other's bodies. By the time we were finished, we were both clean and thoroughly satisfied.

He wrapped a fluffy towel around me and one around his waist before leading me back into the bedroom. We crawled into bed together, snuggling under the plush comforter.

"Rest now," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "You've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow."

I nodded, a smile playing at the corners of my lips. Tomorrow will bring its own set of regrets and remorse, but tonight, I allowed myself to bask in his warmth.