It wasn't long before Eliza was coming, shouting his name and pulling at his hair, making it even more of a mess. She panted and gently reached down to pull his face up to kiss her, tasting herself on his plush, swollen lips.
She told him to fully undress and then without words, pulled him to her, directing him to enter her with her hands.
He was less reserved in bed than he was in words, and she loved it. Sweating, moaning, and pulling him closer to her with every thrust, she wanted more, more, more as always.
"Kieran!" She shouted, shrill, panicked, as his hand moved deftly to her clit between them. And then she was cresting again, screaming for him to do the same, needing to know that at least for the moment she had replaced his colleague in his desires. When they were lying next to each, grasping for breath and overheated, she looked over at him with a sly smile. "Better than moping at the bar all night?" She asked - she was sure she was better company then a watery glass of whiskey, after all.
It wasn't long before she'd gotten herself together, and on slightly wobbly legs she got up to dress.
"This was fun," she said casually as she pulled her dress back on over her wrecked red hair. Cocking her head and looking at him thoughtfully, she added, "If you ever want to do this again, you know where to find me," and then smiled, almost softly.
She sighed and bid him goodnight - he was still lying naked upon his bed, watching her the whole time with that pensive, broody look of his. He looked beautiful, in a way.