by Cara Addison
“Not likely,” he replied, swiftly rolling over underneath her, running his hands up her body. “Where’s that lotion?”
She reached for the bottle beside his pillow, whimpering as he slid each nipple between his fingers. He took the bottle, spreading a generous amount of the oily lotion onto his hands. He slipped his hands up her body and down her arms. He lifted her to her knees, inching down the bed until he could kiss her thigh. He kissed his way up, nuzzling her. “You waxed,” he whispered, his eyes closing as he kissed her bare skin. He pulled her hand to his mouth, licking and sucking her manicured fingers before she reached down to expose her clit. “You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Her eyes begged for more.
He licked her fingers, intentionally missing her pussy.
“Please,” she begged. “Kiss me.”
He licked her fingers again. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, sliding his hand up her thigh. He looked into her eyes. “I haven’t even touched you, and you’re wet.”
She whimpered. “Please.”
She threw back her head as he finally slipped his finger around her pussy, spreading her fluid. Her body shuddered as he gently pulled her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it.
“GQ,” she slowly moaned as he swirled his tongue. “I want…” she gasped. “I need…you.”
He rolled her over, crawling up between her legs. He kneeled over her, resting on his elbows as he kissed her shoulder and neck. “You want me? Come and get me.”
She tried pulling him down to her, but he resisted. The ache was unbearable. She lifted her hips to meet his. “Good girl.” He kissed her, penetrating his cock deep inside her. She raised and then lowered her hips, realizing that she controlled the pace. Her oil-covered skin slid easily against him. “This feels good,” he whispered. “Really good.”
She held his gaze, thrusting her hips to meet his, until her eyelids fluttered shut as decadent waves of pleasure began to grow inside her. She abruptly drew in a deep breath, raising her hips and holding tight against him. She exhaled a long, slow moan as she pressed his cock deeper into her pussy. Drained, she dropped to the sheets.
“I quite enjoyed that,” he revealed, scooping her up, carrying her to the living room. He pushed the papers off the surface, setting her on the edge of the mahogany desk.
“That should be added to a regular rotation.” She smiled blissfully, leaning back and wrapping her legs around him.
He leaned in, easily slipping back into her. “Yes it should.”
“Hmmmm,” she murmured, looking into his blue eyes. “There is just nothing quite like this feeling, is there?” His grin was intoxicating. “Deeper,” she pleaded, looking down to watch him glide his hard cock in and out of her wet pussy.
“Damn,” he exclaimed. “What the girl wants…” he trailed off, pressing deeper into her.
“…the girl gets,” she added, closing her eyes, enjoying the rich sensation.
“What time is dinner?”
“What?” he gasped, searching his mind for the answer. “Eight o’clock.”
“Good,” she glanced at the clock. “You’ve got another half hour to make love to me.”
He increased his intensity, focused on the task at hand.
* * * *
They dined that evening at Chef Gordon Ramsay’s At The London on Fifty-Fourth Street. It was an easy walk, located less than two blocks from the hotel. The formal dining area featured French cuisine and an exquisite wine list. They spent the evening leisurely enjoying the exceptional food of a five-course meal, each course expertly paired with a complimentary wine. When she thought she couldn’t eat another morsel, they were served a delicate ricotta mousse. Finishing the last bite, she sat back and closed her eyes. “I’m going to wish the hotel was more than two blocks away,” she groaned. “I can’t eat another bite. I’m not even sure I can move.”
“I’ll walk you around the block a time or two, because you are by no means done moving.” He smiled mischievously.
A wry smile crossed her lips. “Let’s get out of here.”
When they entered the suite, she walked straight to the bathroom, discarding clothes as she went. She turned on the taps, steaming water pouring from the showerhead. She turned around, delighted that he was naked in the doorway. “Join me.”
He walked toward her. “You’re one step ahead of me.” He smiled.
She ran her soapy hands over his body, washing his back and then his chest before taking his hard shaft in her hands, softly soaping him up. When the water had washed away the bubbles, she turned off the taps and handed him a towel. He was drying off his arms as she sunk to her knees and began hungrily kissing his shaft.
“What the hell-o,” he panted as she kissed down and then back up, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock. She kissed him sensuously, her want for him growing. She noticed a drop a pre-cum, and softly wiped it away with her index finger, lowering her hand to spread it on her pussy. “Fuck, girl.” He exhaled, looking down beyond her lips to where her hand was fully engaged. Her eyes smiled up at him, licking another drop of cum before she sucked his cock into her mouth, tugging and sucking with urgency. She paused long enough to whisper, “You’re driving me insane.” She gasped as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
He was pressed up against the cold tile, his hand wrapped tightly around the towel bar. “Da-a-mn,” he exclaimed as she lunged his long cock into her mouth, pumping until he could no longer stand it. “I have to-o-o come,” he gasped, he knees beginning to buckle.
She looked up at him, kissing him as he softened. He pulled her from the floor.
“Did you come?” he asked, kissing her fingers. She nodded. “God, Kate. That’s my job.”
“You were a little busy.” She grinned, kissing him.
He led her to the bedroom, stopping to wrap her in a warm towel and kiss her tenderly.
“Why are you so good to me?” he asked, lying down on the bed next to her.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, propped up on one elbow, placing her hand on his abs.
“You never ever say no to me or push me away. You’re always willing and”—he paused—“eager to please me.”
“Have you seen you?” she responded, pointing to his body and laughing lightly.
“Seriously.”
“Because, I love you and because”—she sighed—“I went so many years feeling unloved that I promised myself that I’d never ever turn away the opportunity to love, or be loved again.” She paused, letting her words sink in.
“And because you’re good. Damn good.” He laughed as he kissed her. She added, “I’d like to think that and, is always better than or.”
“I like that.” He leaned back, resting peacefully against the pillow, bending his knee. “What’s your greatest fear, Kate?”
She responded almost immediately. “Failure.” She ran her finger across his stomach. “It scares the shit out of me.” She met his eyes. “You?”
“Why?” he asked, avoiding her question.
She thought for a moment before answering. “I guess because I’m driven to succeed. I love a challenge, and I love accomplishing every goal I set before me. Failure just seems like I didn’t try hard enough, or work smart enough. I hate the idea of letting myself down, but I hate the idea of letting other people down, even more.” She paused. “Your turn.”
“Probably seeing my kids suffer,” he said, exhaling heavily.
“Favorite movie?” he queried.
“Oh, that’s tough. I have a few. Probably one for each decade. Princess Bride. The Hunt for Red October. Ocean’s Eleven. You?”
“Reservoir Dogs.”
“Interesting. Total guy movie,” she added.
“Favorite song?” he asked next.
“Probably anything by Michael Bublé.” She started to laugh, conjuring up a memory. “I’m not sure if it’s my favorite song, but my most memorable song is Tiny Dancer.”
He looked at her quizzically. “The one by Elton John?”
“I prefer the version by Tim McGraw, but yes. That’s the one. Probably because for the first five months I heard the song,” she started laughing at herself, “I thought he was singing Tony Danza.”
He laughed enthusiastically. “That’s hilarious.”
“Hold me closer, Tony Danza,” she sang on perfect pitch. “I’m serious. Next time you listen to the song, it’s all you’ll hear.” He wiped away a tear, he was laughing so hard. “What’s your favorite song?” she asked when she got her breath back.
He reflected, “Probably ‘Unforgettable,’ the duet between Natalie Cole and her father.”
“Ohhh ya. Good choice.”
“We should dance to that at our wedding.”
She stared at him in complete surprise. “Wedding?”
“You didn’t think I was going to let you get away, did you?” he responded, leaning in for a long kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He made love to her again, before they fell sound asleep.
* * * *
The next morning, Kate awoke, spooned in the comfort of his arms. She snuggled in close, feeling his naked body against hers. She felt his hard cock against her hip.
“You’re awake,” he whispered into her hair.
“Hmmm,” she said, lazily. “You’re hard.” His hands caressed her shoulder and down her arms. She gently brushed her hand down his hip, resting on his thigh. “What’s your schedule look like today?”
He slowly slipped his hand across her stomach and up to her breasts, kissing her shoulder. “I’m meeting the lawyers at nine o’clock.” He kissed her neck, sending a delightful shiver down her back. “I expect we’ll be a few hours,” he added as he explored her torso before he brushed his fingers across her nipples, teasing and playing. “How will you spend the day?” he asked as he slowly let his hand descend between her legs to her pussy.
She let his hand explore before she responded. “I’ll check in with the office,” she whispered softly as his fingers travelled, causing her to ache for more, “but I don’t expect any real issues there.” When she could not tolerate the throbbing want, she shifted her leg, giving him full access. He slipped his cock into her pussy. “I’d li–like to do some shopping,” she added.
He slowly sunk his dick inside her, drawing a slight gasp. He began to slowly push in and out, savoring the casual yet delightful encounter. “Fifth Avenue?” he questioned, licking his fingers before slipping them back to her clit.
“Yes,” she gasped, his slow gentle thrusts delivering intense pleasure. “I’ve made an appointment at a f–f–few shops.” She paused to enjoy the sensation. She pulled her arms behind his head, running her fingers through his hair.
“Dior?” he asked, observing her breasts as they heaved with each breath she took.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He paused, focused on each deliberate thrust. “Oscar de la Renta?” he asked slowly as she began to writhe at his touch.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Valentino?” he asked purposefully, although he wasn’t even sure she was listening anymore.
“Fuck, yes.” She tightened against him, knowing she was on the verge. He increased the delightful pressure on her clit. She clutched the sheets as her body spasmed and she let out a long slow moan. He gasped as her pussy muscles naturally pulsated against him.
“Oh God, Ka–ate,” he whimpered, biting her shoulder as he released his cum inside her.
Their breathing slowed as their heart rates returned to normal.
“You’ve such a potty mouth,” he teased.
“What did I say?” She giggled, pulling the covers back up around them.
“You dropped the F-bomb.”
“I did not,” she said, defensively.
“I’m pretty sure you did.” He laughed.
They lay quietly together, not really having moved much from their waking position. “I love you,” he whispered, pulling her in close.
She was drifting back to sleep when he slipped his arm out from under her. “I have to get showered and dressed.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll have coffee sent up.”
As he showered, she pulled on a robe and checked her phone for e-mail and text messages. She laughed as she read the messages from Laura, placing her order for shoes and handbags that she wanted Kate to bring back from New York. There was a knock at the door. She answered it, quickly signing for the pot of coffee and fruit tray that had been delivered. She poured two cups, and sank into the sofa to read the remaining messages. There was an e-mail from Daniel in the engineering department at city hall. The first five sites that had been identified as ideal EV charging posts had been approved for repurposing by the telecommunication company. A sod-turning ceremony was planned in two weeks. She quickly sent a reply, asking for the legal agreements to be sent through for her review. She then forwarded the message to her PA and asked her to compile a guest list, suggesting that they include the owners of the dealerships that sold electric cars and bikes. “Do your best to determine if they are eloquent enough to speak to the crowd.”
“What are you doing two weeks from tomorrow?” she asked with a wild grin as he emerged from the bathroom. He pulled on his boxers. She was curled up on the sofa in a fetal position, leaning into the corner of the armrest. He melted at the sight as he crossed the room toward her.
“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to be spending it with you,” he added as he leaned down and kissed her knees and then her lips. “You know I can see your pussy?”
She laughed heartily. “They aren’t even going to let me into the state of Georgia, are they?” she asked as she lowered her knees.
“I’m not gonna lie. They might not,” he joked lightly letting his drawl creep into the sentence. “What’s in two weeks?”
“It’s our first big smart city press conference. We’ve acquired five obsolete telephone booths.”
He laughed as he moved back to the bedroom. “You might not want to lead with that. I’m not sure it will make a great headline in the paper. Doesn’t sound too smart,” he added as he started to get dressed.
“We’re converting them to EV stations.”
He pulled on his shirt, thinking about what she had said. “Telephone booths? Huh. I guess all the infrastructure is already there, isn’t it.”
“Indeed it is.”
“That is smart!”
She leaned back and ran her fingers through her hair. “I am so glad I didn’t run with the ‘city of dumb fucks’ campaign.”
His eyes widened as he looked at her. “That’s twice.”
She laughed. “Must be the hotel sex. Or, you’re just a bad influence.”
Before he left, Kate wrote a naughty note, and slipped it into his briefcase.
At five o’clock Kate heard the hotel key disengage the lock to the suite.
* * * *
She was reviewing her purchases in the bedroom when he found her. His tie was crumpled into the pocket of his suit jacket, which he had dropped on the chair on his way by. He was unbuttoning his shirt as he said, “Did you want to show me what you meant in your note?”
“What note?” she answered, placing a pair of shoes back into their box.
“The note that I found in my briefcase today when I finished meeting with our lawyer.”
“I don’t know what—”
He pivoted her around and pressed her against luxurious wallpaper and wainscoting. He pulled her hair back and lusciously bit into her neck as he shoved her knees apart.
“What am I going to find?” he said, as he ran his hands under her skirt. “No panties!” he exclaimed. “Damn, girl. You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you? What else am I going to find?”
Kate inhaled sharply as his fingers explored her pussy. “You’re soaking wet!” He bit her bare nipple as it pushed against the fabric of her dress. She squealed as he pulled the dress over her head, throwing it to the floor. He li
fted his fingers to her face. “What does this taste like?” She tentatively licked the tip of his finger. “Taste it!” he said urgently. “All of it!”
She took a long lick, exploring the flavors. She began sucking on his fingers when he pulled them briskly from her mouth, and pushed them again between her thighs. She inhaled sharply and rose to her toes. His fingers explored her pussy, expanding her.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Her mind was reeling. “Do you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Say it!”
“I want…I want you to fuck me,” Kate moaned.
He pulled her from the wall toward the sofa, pushing her down against the cushions as he kicked off his pants. He slammed his hard cock into her, rocking against her.
“Is this how you like it?”
“Deeper,” she moaned.
“What did your note say?”
“God, Brad, I want you deep—so deep inside me.”
He repeatedly thrust hard against her pussy as shots of painful delight crashed through her body. He thrust again, and held his pelvis firm against her.
“Oh my god, Bra–a—, I’m coooomi—”
He released, delivering a few quick short thrusts before again slamming and pressing firm against her. Another wave of orgasm crashed over her. He continued the pattern, over and over again as she writhed beneath him. “Good god, girl,” he murmured, “you’re still coming, aren’t you?”
When her body was weak from exhaustion, she sunk to the sofa.
His rhythm changed as he quickly and powerfully drove his cock until he gasped and shuddered in release, filling her with his cum.
He slid from her, stood up, and walked away, leaving her in a heap on the sofa. She tucked her legs up against the soft cushions. He returned a few moments later. “I started the water. Go take a bath,” he said, patting her leg as he sat down beside her. “We’re going sightseeing and then out for dinner.”
She staggered to her feet and slowly made her way to the master bath. The deep tub looked inviting. She sprinkled some bath salts over the surface, and gingerly slipped her feet into the hot liquid, sinking deep into the waters. The tub had filled, and turning off the taps, Kate ran a cloth over her body. He appeared, leaning against the entryway. “Dinner reservations are at eight o’clock,” he explained. “Can I join you?” he asked, motioning to the tub.
