Fighter

Twenty

Your POV

The thoughts of all the things I want to do with her take away any frustration I've felt listening to the senator speak. The elevator fills as a couple holds the door open for some friends to enter. Scarlett leans against me as she takes a step back. With proximity, her sweet, fresh scent washes over me.

- You smell delicious.- I whisper softly in her ear, so that only she can hear. My fingertips touch and squeeze her waist bone on either side, closing the space between us. Her breath quickens as I discreetly press my hard erection into her ass. She elbows me as the door closes at almost full elevator capacity. After four painful stops on different floors, only us and the other couple remain. I watch our reflection in the shiny metal doors and slide my hidden hand against the wall, from her waist to her thigh.

- Looks straight ahead.- I whisper

Her eyes lock on mine in reflection. The doors open and the last two people come out. When they close and our reflection comes back, I lift one hand and grip one of her breasts tightly. She is startled, but quickly relents when I pinch her swollen nipple. I watch intently as her head falls back and her lips part and breathing becomes difficult as I lift my other hand and grasp her other breast. My head spins just watching her - I want to be inside her, make her scream my name over and over, to the point where she can't think of anything else but how I make her feel.

We reach the penthouse and the elevator doors open. For a brief moment I contemplate where we are. My need is so primal and I can't wait much longer to feel her skin against mine. But out of the corner of my eye, a camera reminds me that we're not exactly alone.

- To the mirror. Now. - I demand and guide her quickly through the suite. I stop at the closet door and let her gaze settle on the dresser right in the middle of the space and the gigantic mirror in front of her.

- You're going to lean over it and hold the sides.- She gasps, imagining the scene.- Spread your legs wide. Put that ass up real high for me.- I grip on her waist maybe a little more than I should, but that's it or it would all be over too quickly.- I want you to see everything you do to me in the mirror, while I watch you receive every inch of mine inside you. Don't close your eyes. Watch every minute of what I'm doing with you.

She mumbles something I can't understand. I'm not even sure if it's words or just a set of sounds mixed with a moan and a sigh that I feel pulsing through my body. I swallow hard, my mouth watering at the thought of fucking her for hours. I take a deep breath and resist the urgent urge to simply rip her clothes off and drive my cock inside her as deep and fast as I can. Instead I turn her around and take her mouth in a kiss. It is passionate and primal and I use all my willpower to keep it from becoming more aggressive. The need inside me is very strong and I'm afraid I'll let it consume me too much. I'm afraid of scaring her. What I feel for this woman is so intense and deep it scares the hell out of me.

Scarlett makes it harder for me to control myself as she presses her breasts hard against me and then lifts one leg and wraps it around my waist, the tip of her high heels digging into my skin. I grab her ass and lift her up, and her other leg wraps around me too. I feel how wet she is between her legs even though we're still fully dressed, which makes my body shudder as I cling to the last of my strength to maintain control. But then her hand wraps around my neck, climbs up through my hair, and tugs. Strong. Her newfound audacity is my weakness.

I carry her to the dresser and set her on the floor, turning her over as soon as her feet touch the floor. Not wanting to waste another second without being inside her, I lift her skirt and rip off her panties with a sudden movement. She gasps but I don't give her time to catch her breath before I take off my pants and place a hand on her back to ease her positioning.

- Hold on tight - I lean her on the dresser and instruct her to hold on to the sides. She will definitely have to hold. I look down at the smooth skin of her firm, smooth ass. I position the tip of my cock in her opening. Our eyes meet in the mirror's reflection. Her eyes narrow and I see my own desire staring back at me.

I thrust my hips forward and fill her in one motion. Our eyes never lose contact. I stand still for a moment, circling my hips to make it easier for her body to accept mine. The pressure builds inside me the minute I start moving again, a fast, thirsty rhythm that takes over me. With my eyes glued to the mirror watching her, going in and out with the rhythm building rapidly, each thrust of my hips taking me closer and closer. It's amazing when her muscles spasm and tighten around me. I shudder when I feel her pussy wet me completely.

The quick thrusts soon turn to demanding hammering as I struggle to maintain the unyielding pace. Scarlett's eyes start to close as orgasm takes over her. But I call her name and her eyes refocus momentarily but then go back to clouding when she calls my name back. Over and over again, my eyes glue to her lips, murmuring my name. The sound consumes me as she finds her relief. The heat of her body invading me makes my body spasm for joy until it finally becomes empty.

I lean over her. Our bodies are covered in sweat. I put my head on her neck while I catch my breath. Finally my panting subsides and I can finally speak.

- This was really amazing.

I can't see her face but I feel it as a smile slowly creeps across her face.

- Remind me to find someone who pisses you off more often.

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Lying in bed, finished with the physical and emotional intensity of a night of passion, I watch her as she thinks for a moment before asking.

- How long are you staying in New York? - She runs her fingers over my scar below my chest, up and down. Her head is nestled against my shoulder and I gently stroke her hair in the dark.

- I was only planning to stay until the negotiations with Johansson's are over. - This would be a great time to tell her that the group of investors I'm bringing in is actually a group of one person: Me. But I want to wait until the negotiations are over, without influencing her or Robert's decision because of our relationship. In addition, the bank has not yet authorized the financing and things run the risk of not working out. Scarlett might not be happy when she finds out I hid that I was the investor, but I think she'll understand my reasons. I don't want what we have to influence the negotiations. Keeping silent protects her more than it does me.

- And how long is that? - She asks hesitantly.

- Not for much longer. There's this woman who gives me everything I need at Johansson's. I managed to trigger the financing quickly because she has all the information well organized.- I tease.- It should be ready in a few days.

- Ah.- She says looking disheartened.

I turn us around, placing her gently on her back so I can see her face. The room is dark, but the moonlight coming through the window is bright enough to see her eyes. I brush a strand of hair out of her face.

- But I didn't plan to meet you.

She shakes her head but says nothing.

I lean over and kiss her on the neck.

- I think my plans have changed.- I leave a trail of saliva when I lick her ear and whisper.- You changed my plans Scarlett Johansson.