And I’m so close to being at that point now that I have to go to the bathroom or I can’t guarantee I won’t just yank down his towel and give myself what I want so bad.
Him inside me.
I reach around and give his ass a firm grab and then take a step and slap it as I’m walking away toward the bathroom.
My slap does cause the towel to fall, but I playfully bring my hands up to my face…and then look through the crack in my hands so that he can see me.
“No peeking!” he says. “After a light dinner you can look as much as you want…because I know I’ll be lost myself admiring you,” he says.
Less than a minute later I’m in the shower and the warm water from above and the jets on the side of me are caressing my skin in pure bliss as I imagine how those dresses and shoes are going to look, and how he’s going to look at me when I’m in them.
And more importantly how hungrily he’s going to look at me when they come off.
CHAPTER 19
Henrik
I open the door and allow Hazel to enter first.
We’d considered having dinner right at the dining room table in our suite, but ultimately decided to try the Hôtel Le St-James main dining room. Their incredible service and the ambiance in the main dining room quickly justified our decision not to have our meal in our suite.
Which also makes our suite more special for what the time it is now.
I lie back on the king sized bed kick my shoes off and take in the panoramic view of Montreal’s cityscape as the gas fireplace burns in the distance.
“Come to me,” I say.
One of her eyebrows raise as she seductively prances in my direction.
“Stop!” I say.
“Are you ready?”
She nods.
“Tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.”
“For what?”
“To be yours forever.”
“Sexier words were never spoken,” I say as my eyes continue to scan up and down her tight black dress with the spaghetti straps and those bright red heels that practically match her lipstick.
She doesn’t need any cosmetics at all, but I have to say the lipstick is sexy and beautiful at the same time.
Hazel is just off to my left as she stands in front of the expansive windows which let the lights of the city in behind her as they provide a backlit glow to her curves making her look just like the angel she is.
Even if she’s in the devil’s dress.
I feel my cock straining to make it’s way out of my pants, but first I have to watch her.
“I’m going to lie here and watch the most beautiful woman in the world slowly undress before me as I enjoy every minute of the torture it’s going to provide.”
“Torture?” she says and makes a sad puppy dog face.
“Torture because it’s going to feel like hell when every part of me is telling me, as it already is, to get up off this bed and just rip that dress off you and take you right here and now. Torture as I have to wait each painstaking second until I see another piece of your silky smooth, perfect skin revealed. Torture as my mind starts to think of all the things my hands and body want to do to you as you stand just out of arm’s reach. Yes, that is torture. And it’s the anticipation that will build so strong and so intense that it may cause my head to explode.”
“We don’t want that now,” she says.
“No we don’t, and that’s why instead once you’re undressed then I will do the same for you and then the only explosion will be me inside you as I fill you with my super seed and we get our family started this fall night.”
“I like the sound of that,” she says.
“And I’d like to hear the sound of that zipper sliding down your back,” I say as I point my index finger down and spin it like it’s inside mom’s cooking bowl and I’m cleaning the sides for each drop of sweetness.
But the only sweetness I want is hers and I’m going to get that soon, even though it feels like an eternity because of my need.
She does as I ask and looks back over her shoulder as she expertly, and slowly, unzips her dress exposing her bare back including it’s most feminine of curves at the bottom just above that beautiful booty.
“You know how much I want to devour you right now?”
“As much as I want to devour you too,” she says as her thumb grips one spaghetti strap and she pulls it down a few inches and then pulls it back before repeating this a few times with a Las Vegas showgirl or pinup style playful look on her face. But just when I think she’s going to do it again, her look goes from playful to sultry as she lets it slide down her feminine shoulder and over the top of her arm which she slides up and out before turning around to face me while holding one hand over her breast keeping her dress in place on that side.
I feel my breathing picking up and notice my chest is heaving so much it blocks my view of her lovely legs on each inhale.
I sit up straighter in the bed and try to stay relaxed, yet fail miserably, as she unhooks the other side and let’s that spaghetti strap fall to her elbow.
“Show me those beautiful breasts of yours that are all mine.”
“All yours,” she says. “Do you promise to suck them, and fondle them, and knead them until sagginess make them part…too wide?”
“I don’t care if you have to tuck them into your trousers one day or they’re scraping the floor. I promise to suck them, and fondle them, and knead them forever…because I’m going to need them forever. And when we get to that point all that means is our love is just as strong as we knew it always was. As strong in fifty years as it is today.”
“Always,” she says.
“Always,” I say.
“And these will always be yours,” she says as her hands come off and the dress slides all the way to the ground as her breast sit high and firm as her elongated nipples seem to be pointing right at me.
And when I take in a look at her perfectly shaven pussy which is already glistening in the moonlight my cock points right back at her.
“God, you are the most beautiful woman to ever live,” just comes out of my mouth as I’ve lost my ability to regulate my thoughts.
And that’s what I want…to lose control. To feel. To experience the gift she’s so close to giving me…if I don’t take it first.
As she bends over to carefully step out of her shoes I can see her curves in an entirely new light, not to mention I’m amazed how she can even balance in those things.
But she’s already had practice and she can have all the practice and heels she wants, if that’s what she chooses to wear. I want her for her, not what kind of shoes she has on.
But it sure doesn’t hurt that I know she looks just as incredible in Converse as she does in Jimmy Choo.
“Your turn,” she says as she steps toward me on the bed and my hand jets out toward her, but she’s too quick as she pulls her midsection back and I whiff in my attempt to take her by the waist.
“My turn to watch you now,” she says as she playfully motions with her hand for me to get up.
“Are you asking me to get up?”
“I sure am,” she says.
“In case you haven’t noticed I already am,” I say as I look down at my groin.
“Wow!” she says.
I look back at her bare pussy and give her a “wow” of my own.
It’s perfect. It’s never been touched. And it’s about to be all mine.
CHAPTER 20
Hazel
“This is nice. I like this,” I say as Henrik takes my spot and I take his. “What thread count are we talking here? Couple thousand?”
“Couple thousand is how many times I’m going to enter you tonight,” he says in his gravelly voice and I feel my heart rate pick up as I visualize him doing exactly what he said.
“If you don’t hurry up and show me what I want to see you’re going to get a delay of game penalty there, number thirty,” I joke.
He starts
unbuttoning his white button down but keeps his eyes on me. “What’s the penalty for that…time in the box.”
“Oh you’re going to get time in my box for sure…and a lot more than two minutes.”
“You’re so beautiful I may not even last that long.”
“Good, because the sooner you come inside me the sooner I’m claimed as yours forever.”
He quickly unbuttons his shirt tosses it to the side before frantically and playfully feigning that he’s in a rush to do exactly that which draws a laugh from me and then he resumes the pace he had.
Although the clothes do seem to be coming off much quicker now as his belt opens and his pants fall just before he steps out of his pants and then wiggles out of them and kicks them off to the side and removes his socks.
“You seem to have forgotten a piece,” I say.
“I haven’t forgotten,” he says taking a step towards the side of the bed and I don’t stop him.
“The last one’s for you.”
His cock has got his boxer briefs pushed up so far by this point I can’t even see his belly button.
I lean to the side and grab his waistband keeping eye contact on him before leaning forward and pulling the waistband out and looking inside before letting the waistband slap into place and quickly throwing myself on my side facing away from him.
“What’s that all about?” he says.
“There’s a monster in there!” I say and we both burst out laughing.
As much as I enjoy the sexiness of this all the anticipation has been building for two days now. I know we’re about to go crazy. That and there’s only one first time and I want that time to be memorable, and I think including a bit of humor helps out with that.
Plus it keeps us from going even crazier than we already are for each other, which is approaching insanity, our needs that great.
I roll back over and take his waistband and look up at him with an expression letting him know there will be no more jokes. There will be no more humor.
This is life and it’s time to make one together.
I slide the waistband down and his cock springs free, and is he ever hung.
I instantly spot the wetness at the tip of his length and grab for his girth with both hands, stacking one on top of the other but still not taking all of him in my grasp.
He leans in and his arms slide up under my armpits just before he lifts me as if I’m lighter than the down pillows he tosses me onto…his toss causing my hands to release from his rod.
“First I taste you. I’ve been longing for a drink from that sweet fountain for two days now and it’s time to try and quench a thirst for you that I know I never will, but I’m going to enjoy every day of the rest of my life trying,” he says as he slides onto the bed and kisses the inside of my thigh causing me to gasp at the pleasure from the tingling sensation in my inner thighs that’s quickly turning into something much more.
“I’m going to take you in mouth and bury my tongue so far inside you I’ll find your sweet spot and have your fountain turn into a geyser as you emit your eternal spring into my mouth which I promise to drink up like it’s the elixir that cures all ails, but the only ail I’ve ever had is not having you…
…and I’m about to cure that right now,” he says as his mouth covers my pussy as he takes me and his tongue slides up my crease as my thighs snap shut against his skull as my back arches, my glutes flex, my eyes close, and my mouth opens as I struggle for breath.
His tongue finds my clit immediately as he gives it a flick before licking around in figure eights before taking it into his mouth and moving it around like he’s tying a maraschino cherry stem in a knot, but he’s got my body twisting and turning into something that’s more like a knot, or a pretzel as my hips buck and my body rolls sending us both on our sides as the steel trap that my legs have become claim his head as he claims my cunt.
His tongue dives deeper and my fingers grab onto the sheets harder as I try and hold back my climax, but I know I’m failing fast.
And I’ve never wanted to fail at something so badly in my entire life, because when I lose control we both win.
And my control is well past teetering on the edge and I know I’m almost a goner, ready to experience a mind blowing climax and that’s exactly what he promises me when his hands slide up from underneath me as he palms my ass with both hands, tipping my hips forward as he prepares to drink from my hips like they’re a soup bowl and he’s sans spoon.
The insides of my thighs clamp down even harder as I flop back onto my back. The top of my head finds the pillow while my back bends more than I thought was humanly possible, sending my tits skyward as I try my best to get enough oxygen to my brain but fail miserably.
I see a flash of lights and then feel a tidal wave rush through my entire body before that wave finds the shore that is his thick tongue, which serves as the shore where it comes crashing down as my juices jet forward sliding along his tongue and into his mouth as I swear I can feel his throat move up and down next to my perineum as he pleasure his taste buds with my pussy punch.
My body quakes and shivers then shutters before a second wave follows the first as I continue to feel his mouth move faster as he swallows my sweetness as I coat his throat with my sticky solution I’ve been saving just for him.
Because he’s the solution I’ve always needed and he’s delivered on his promise to make me his as he literally holds me in his big, calloused hands like putty, able to make my body bend and move at his tongue’s command.
“Oh my god,” I say quickly in between gasps for air as my eyes open wide. I stare at the spinning ceiling and I feel like I’m still falling until his face slides up and into my view.
“Every. Single. Drop.” He pauses. “Completely sucked up and swallowed and even sweeter than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams…and they are wild when it comes to you woman.”
And a woman I am about to become as I feel him take my hand and place it on his cock as I needily line it up to my opening and run the head through my folds coating his already pre-cum covered cock.
“No more waiting. No more interruptions. No more you and me. From here on out it’s us.”
“Yes,” I say. “Us. Always, us.”
“You and me against the world my woman. My hazel eyed beauty. My hockey fanatic just like me. We’re cut from the same cloth. Two of a kind and once they made us they threw away the mold. Tell me I’m right.”
“You’re so so right,” I say as my body trembles with anticipation of the thickness that will soon fill me, opening me up like never before.
“And once they made us they threw away the mold. But here we are back. Together. Ready to get that one of a kind mold moving forward again as our two bodies become one and we create what the world hasn’t created since it made us.”
“Yes,” I say.
“I can’t wait to feel your tightness as I open you and then fill you. I know you’re going to fit me like a glove because you were made for my manliness and I was destined to start a dynasty with you.”
“I want it all. The family. The future together. You. Fuck me. Fuck me please. Fuck me now.”
“Fucking is later, I hope. I’m going to do my best to make love to you, but I can’t make any promise how long I’m going to last when I feel your walls tighten around me, but I’ll try as best I can to please you for as long as I can. But I already know I’m going to get lost in the pleasure your pussy will provide and from there anything can happen.”
“Get lost. I want that. I want to feel like the woman made you lose control. Like the ultimate lady. The one you can’t resist.”
“You are the ultimate lady. The only lady,” he says as I arch my hips trying to will him inside me, but his hips pull back keeping me from my greatest desire as I continue to move his dick around my opening up and down as my grip intensifies even though I try not to squeeze him too hard.
“I need you. I need you now. I need us. I need to give you my gift
as you give me yours. Your seed which will give us our first born son.”
“Oh god,” he says as I hear him growl like a wild beast uncaged as the words first born son leave my lips and then the alpha in him comes unleashed as his hips rock forward and he powers right through my grip as he enters me for the first time and I feel the power of this man’s penis and the thrust from his torso as his chest lunges forward and then back in rhythm as his abdominals and then hips follow in kind. It’s like a wave of power washing through his entire upper body and into his middle and then that power is transferred from his cock and into me.
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