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"Well, you knew I would, " she retorted in a low voice.
The elevator came, and they stepped in, faced each other, and waited for the doors to close.
He had her pinned up against the wall instantly, his mouth on hers, warm and sweet, urgent. She moaned, her tongue gently slipping between his lips, grabbing him closer by the front of his leather jacket.
Eric lifted her up in midair and she wrapped her legs around his waist, impatient to feel him between her thighs... much better than the motorcycle. His erection pressed up against the front of her jeans, his lips on her neck, ripping the collar of her jacket and shirt away to the side, exposing her shoulder. Roxie groaned, feeling his teeth biting her collarbone, the nape of her neck, the sensitive buds of her ears.
Before the elevator could stop on the fifth floor, she reached out to press STOP on the side button panel. Eric kissed her roughly enough that she felt the sting of his slight stubble on her cheeks. Then he pulled away from her, and roughly turned her around, pushing his erection against her ass. He held her around her midsection, his breath warming her neck.
"I always wanted to fuck you in an elevator," he groaned into her ear, kissing her neck, his hands smoothing over the curves of her hips and her toned belly, cupping her small but firm breasts.
Roxie had been waiting many months to hear those words, and now they made her purr like the engine on his Ducati, and she felt herself liquefy into a small puddle in her panties.
Eric's hand dipped low down the front of her jeans without needing to unbutton them, his fingers discovering her intense desire for him. He stroked her clit in patient circles, pinning her arms up against the wall with one hand, his erection throbbing against her ass. Roxie cried out, her hips moving backwards to urgently seek contact with him.
He slipped two fingers inside of her slowly, and her pussy tightened around them, gasping, making her yearn for his cock inside of her. He rubbed her juices over her clit, pinching it, his mouth on her neck. Roxie felt the back of her neck moisten with sweat from the heat between them and her ever-mounting pleasure. Without warning, Eric pulled his hand out of her panties, releasing her arms but not his hold on her. She unfastened her jeans immediately, and heard him do the same with his as he shirked off the last of his clothes.
Eric grabbed her hair, pulling it back towards him, tilting her head to kiss her and suck on her bottom lip. Roxie felt the thick head of his cock nudging her moist opening, and arched her butt up in the air and closer to him. He slid into her with deliberate slowness, making her pussy tighten up at the delight of it. When he was fully buried to the hilt within her, he stayed idle for a moment, making her pulse race, unsure of what he was going to do.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, grabbing her hair tighter. Before she could moan an emphatic yes, he slid almost entirely out of her, then plunged back in hard. Roxie's knees felt weak but her ass leaned into his thrusts as he filled her over and over again. The sound of his pelvis pounding against her flanks filled the confines of the elevator, their luxurious moans providing vocals for the music.
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