“We can’t be in here, Seb.”
“We can and we will. It’s our’s for the night. We’re going to finish what we should have done in here last month and you’re going to scream so loud, they’ll think this place is bloody haunted.”
He sets me down onto my feet and disappears into the bathroom. I can’t believe he’s booked this room? He was the person who’d booked it weeks ago - I wonder if Colin was in on it?
The curtains are now closed, creating a luxury floor to ceiling draping that is both dramatic and sensual. Colin had been right about the fabrics, they worked well together. Fresh logs spit and hiss in the fire grate, while candles, glow around the room - many more than I had arranged for the launch. I remove one stiletto, then the other and pad barefoot towards the bed, passing the champagne that chills in the ice bucket on the coffee table. I lift the bottle seeking the label; ah, Laurent Perrier Rose, my favourite. He’d thought of everything. Or had he?
At the wardrobe I open it and find all our clothing, hanging uniformly. Yep, everything; he was such a control freak but I am beginning to love that about him.
His arms wrap around my waist, pressing me passionately to him and I reach up on tiptoe to rub noses with him affectionately. “When did you do all this?”
“It’s been planned for some time but your sister helped me pack your things when you were working the room, and then the night porter distributed it in here, whilst we were with James downstairs.”
“I so wanted to be the first to stay in this room.” I step back from him, suddenly highly emotional.
“I know, baby. It’s another first for us. We should have christened this room weeks ago but at least now, we can enjoy it in style. It’s our room.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now come here and let me undress you by the fire.”
Sebastian had removed his jacket and tie and slipped it onto the nearby chair, then he moved to unzip my top and skirt and I’m discarded of both seamlessly, leaving me standing in front of him in nothing but my bra and jewellery. I instinctively unhook it and slide it down my shoulders aware of his eyes on me, at all times. A few weeks ago I’d have wrapped my arms around myself, conscious of my naked status but now I’m happy to see his liquorice blacks fill with lust at the sight of my body; I’m empowered by the evident rise I can achieve as my eyes drop to his groin, where his erection is thick and hard, the fabric pulled tautly across his trousers.
My nipples ruche and their peaks point aching to be touched; licked. I am not cold however, as a shiver of desire sprays across my skin. The heat from the fire, combined with the heat pooling between my thighs, is causing a rosy flush across my body.
Stop staring at me. Please just take me.
I watch him unbutton his shirt, before sliding it from those broad shoulders and revealing his sexy torso. I’ll never get tired of looking at his body. His muscles bunch as he twists to discard the offending item and I lick my lips, at the corrugated leanness of his flat tanned abdomen.
“Enjoying the show?” He questions, eyes lock on me, whilst his fingers unzip his trousers. I nod but can’t speak, as I stare transfixed in silence, as he slides them down his legs and I see for the first time that he too has gone commando tonight. I hear my inward gasp; and I flex my fingers at my sides, desperate to claim his cock which now springs free, solid and searching up to his navel, his balls tight- ever aroused. The whole time I’m standing naked, on show and waiting.
I can’t wait any longer and I make the first move. Be bold Lu. I take a few small steps towards him and his arms encircle me, the sensation of skin against skin makes me groan aloud and I lift my lips to his. The pearl necklace is cool and smooth as it rests between us, his hands grip my jaw, imprisoning me, swooping in to capture my lips. He is both demanding and gentle and I adore both sides to him, this controlling, frustratingly gorgeous man who I spend every waking minute longing for. I am addicted to his smell, his touch his kiss. His voice.
“You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted to have you to myself all night long.”
“Oh believe me I have, but enlighten me…”
His lips kiss my cheekbones, his thumb tracing a swirl of patterns across my neck and onto my collarbone, where he strokes rhythmically. “I look at you Lu and in that one glimpse, I’m hard.” His finger continues in a tantalising trail downwards to my breast and I push it out, desperate for the peaks to receive some attention. Ahh, yes, that’s it! His hand closes around my breast, capturing a section of the pearl rope in his fingers - the combination of his palm and the pearls kneading me, makes me breathless. “I see these and I want to slip my cock between them and pump until I come all over them… and give you a manmade one of these.” He tugs on the pearl necklace and I hear my sharp intake of breath. How did he manage to make dirty sound so right?
Jesus!
I feel myself growing wetter by the second at his words, the pleasure balls are heavy and my pussy aches to have him reach inside and remove them and replace them with his cock. I arch my back as he shapes both my assets, kneading them, before dipping his head on a groan to take one nipple between his teeth. Yesss! My knees buckle and his arm steadies me at my waist.
Moving us backwards, I’m encouraged to lie down, on the rug before the fire, the glow from the flames flickering over our skin, the heat warming us from the slight chill. My body adjusts the balls inside me as they move deeper, tilted into my channel and I gasp. I reach for him, and he is on me, his strong body, on top of me, every hair tickling my erogenous zones, every muscle supporting his weight over my form. His eyes, now black with the reflection of amber flames from the fireplace, lock onto mine, as he takes both wrists and anchors them above my head, holding them with one hand and scattering my hair around me with the other. “You’ve no idea, how stunning you are - like this, laid bare for me - you’re… all… mine!”
His lips brush against my cheek, hot from the fire, before kissing me deeply, and I squirm, desperate to clasp his searching tip, to wriggle to fit his erection which rubs deliciously against my mound. I want him inside me so badly. I widen my hips to accommodate him, spreading myself and feel him rotate teasingly against my clit. “Not yet, beautiful. I going to make you see stars with my tongue before my cock takes you over the edge.”
I stretch in pleasure at his words and his lips find my nipple, swirling his tongue around it, before sucking, hard until I can feel my cervix ache with the early stages of impending orgasm. He then switches it up and possesses my other breast, nibbling it and tugging gently with his straight, white teeth, whilst watching me for my reaction. God, I’m so turned on I think I could come from oral stimulation to my boobs alone.
“Not yet, baby - hold off - I want to taste you.”
He releases my hands and I stretch my arms out immediately to admit blood flow back into them, but I admit I miss the loss of dominance; miss his grip. He doesn’t allow me time to dwell, stroking a flat palm down my stomach, which quivers automatically at his touch. Then I nearly hit the roof, when the tip of his tongue scorches my bikini line, licking a path delicately and directly before he moves to cover my clit with his lips. And I see stars! I come hard with that one powerful suckle, as he slips one, then two fingers inside me and I buck under the force of my climax.
My mounting fever has nothing to do with the roaring embers to my right and everything to do with my cool, sexy Silver man and his magic touch and I push myself to meet his demands. “That’s it, baby, take everything I have to give.”
Spent, I focus my eyes, the scales of lust filtering away from my eyes in a warm cloud of fuzziness but its never enough and I’m aware that my gorgeous man has been a complete gentleman in putting my needs first but now I want to pleasure him. Now, I want to feel him explode inside me.
I feel myself being slowly lifted to a sitting position, and a whimper leaves my throat. The sight of him naked before me is my undoing, as the fire casts shadows across his
skin and muscles, and I openly enjoy him. Our eyes lock; a slight smile on his lips as my eyes drop to his thick engorged cock already covered in protection and I gasp, caught out, and they ping back to his in shock. I’m hit with a look of pure hunger in his eyes, his straining erection, between us - so virile, so unashamed of his sexuality and so ready to fuck.
“You want me?”
“I do. So much.”
“I’m all yours.”
I stand, holding his gaze, with every slow purposefully sensual movement, tucking my hair over one shoulder and moving first one then the other leg outside of his, aware that my pussy is at his eye level and I’m opening myself up to him, a little bit further with each stretch; entirely vulnerable. I feel empowered as my heart pounds and leaning forward, place both palms onto his shoulders, feeling the corded muscles beneath them bunch with my touch.
Then I lower myself, my pelvic floor screaming in resistance at the pressure put on it to keep the weighted balls from escaping, as I drop, knees bending, until they line up completely with his hips on the rug, his legs grazing the inside of my thighs. If I squat a little lower, I’d feel the tip of him, brush my heat.
“Wait.”
His command halts me and I still as he reaches forward, his hand cupping my behind to support me, the other sliding up my slickness, his finger dipping deliciously within and I throw my head back and roll my hips, welcoming his invasion. I feel a slight tug and then his finger is inside me once again, pushing and massaging one of the balls around my swollen highly-sensitised tissues.
“Sebastian. I need you inside me.” I feel lighter somehow and have this incredible desire to be filled.
“Take a seat, baby. I’ve removed one of the balls - it’s much better for you with just one when I’m inside you, rubbing against it.”
My excitement builds at his words but I have concerns. “I’m not sure I can take you both - you’re so big?”
“You’re ready I promise. A few hours with these inside of you and your walls are ready to be stretched…” He encourages me to drop onto his pelvis and I do so, pulling back, feeling between us to position him properly. His guttural groan is my undoing as my fingers grip his girth, even through the condom he felt on fire and his whisper at my neck, sends me reeling. “You’re ready to be stretched… and fucked into oblivion.”
I can’t wait a moment longer and with his head at my entrance I lift, rotate my hips teasingly and feel his hands grab my cheeks, that is my cue, I drive down onto him in one smooth transition, his cock hitting every nerve ending on the way up, and I still, to adjust to his size. God he’s big, no matter how many times we made love it never ceased to amaze me but my body was adapting quicker and I begin to rock back and forth slowly, his hands at my arse, pushing me in tandem.
I can feel the ball begin to wobble within me, its weight creating repeated delicious sensations along my g-spot, his cock’s guidance ensuring the sphere remains wedged in just right the area.
My breasts are crushed to his chest, the hair there grazing my nipples exquisitely and I arch my back pressing them and tilting my pelvis into his body. His sexy eyes are watching me, a look of raw longing there, his mouth open on a never-ending gasp. My nails rake across his back and he moans and I begin to quicken my pace, mixing my rocking with rotations, his cock pumping within me, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. “Oh, Sebastian - fill me.”
I cup his face and lower my lips to his and we kiss; a passionate mating of tongues and my tears. This man is everything to me and I cannot believe the emotions he can draw from me.
I pull back to see him begin to unravel, the only time I see his control slipping away; I create this.
“Fuck, Lu - so deep.”
He tips his head back, the veins on his neck straining and I feel myself begin to rush towards the cliff edge as my own orgasm builds, boomeranging around every part of my body, making the soles of my feet arch. I know he’s near and I slam harder onto his cock, determined that my body will be the one to pleasure him, like no one before; to provide him with a climax worthy of Sebastian Silver.
His roar tips me over the edge and I sense his fierce release within me, ripped from him and savage in it’s intensity - his mouth quivers and his look of shock is a mirror of my own, I’m sure. I collapse into his arms, and we hold one another, our bodies united, our hearts connected and souls as one. Utterly spent. Utterly as one.
*****
“I wonder if other people have such amazing sex?”
His laugh is sexy and makes me want to repeat what we’ve just performed, all over again. “I don’t know, baby - I’ve never experienced it like this.”
I snuggle back against him, my spine to his chest, the bed throw around our naked bodies, as we sit before the fire, watching the flames, sipping champagne. His arms wrap tighter around me, and I lie my head into the nook of his shoulder. “Really?”
“Really. Don’t question what we have, Lu.”
I hear annoyance in his tone but choose to ignore it. “I’m not - you’re right…”
“Of course.”
I whack him playfully. “Sshh - don’t interrupt me. I was going to say, you’re right…when we connect sexually, we draw pleasure from one another in a way I didn’t think possible.”
“I know, baby. I feel it too.”
“It worries me, the depth of my feelings…” I turn my head from him. This was getting too heavy.
“Lu, don’t hide from me. I love that only I can drive you wild with passion but believe me when I say that you are the only woman to have ever been able to make me hard 24/7.”
“You’re ready to go again, now?”
He takes my hand and moves it behind to his extremely evident erection. “It appears, lady I’m always raring to go around you, at the thought of you - the sound of your voice, you’re a vixen.”
I twist to meet his mouth and lift my hand to cup his jawline, our tongues duelling. “You are insatiable, Silver.”
“I am, Ms. Myers but only with you, baby. Now let’s go christen that amazing bed and let me put this to good use.” He stands, taking me with him and the throw drops to the floor, allowing his cock to spring free ready and searching.
Oh my. What are you doing to me, Sebastian Silver?
*****
One week later and I’m on a flight to Dubai and staring fixated upon the spot in front of me, where my brandy awaits, the ice melting within a heavy glass tumbler. I’m tempted to down it in one and follow it with a tequila chaser. The sound of the plane is a deafening mix of engines, technology and air conditioning. I loathe flying with a passion.
Sebastian is at my side, all soothing and supportive and I lean into his strength and grip his hand tightly in mine as we descend to Dubai International Airport, my tummy doing somersaults as we drop in altitude. Only a few more minutes and you’ll be living it up with Mr. Gorgeous - it’ll be worth it.
“Not long now, baby - we’ll be landing soon.”
“Ok.” I smile weakly at him.
“I never knew you disliked flying so much?”
“We’ve never flown together before. I’ll be fine honestly - its just take offs and landings.”
“Another first for us to celebrate.” He leans in and kisses my forehead.
The first bump as we hit tarmac sends my heart pounding and up into my throat, the second jolt is less worrying and the sheer relief as I sense that we are completely at ground level comes out in a huge whoosh.
I hear Seb’s murmur at my side. “All over. I’ll have to get you slaughtered on the journey home or take your mind of it with other things.”
The glint in his liquorice eyes and crooked smile is full of sexual promise and my bits loop the loop in expectation. I can’t wait for this break to begin. One whole week with Sebastian Silver! One whole week, just him and I, acting like a real couple. I’m still pinching myself. How’d I get this lucky? Now that I’m here I can switch off from
home and work to a certain extent and go with the flow and this man deserved my full, undivided attention.
Its only as we enter the private VIP lounge at Dubai International Airport at 3am, that I consider Sebastian’s body language. He’s spent the past ten minutes on the phone, all secretive and away from my vicinity and we’ve not headed out to collect our baggage - we are just… well, waiting.
“What are we doing Seb? Are we waiting for someone to collect us?”
“All in good time, baby.”
Oh no. I sense a surprise coming and I hate surprises - definitely the control freak in me.
Luckily I don’t have to wait for long as a well-dressed gentleman arrives to take us to wherever the hell we’re going now. After following him for a few gates we reach one that makes him stop, however its not clearly advertised and had I not known it was there, I’d have walked straight past.
“Here we are, Mr. Silver. If you head through here, the desk will check your passports and show you onto your private jet.”
Private jet?
This might not be such a bad surprise after all. Confused I bite my lip and frown at Seb’s secretive wink. What has he got up his sleeve?
“Why are we going on a private jet?”
“Trust me.”
I’m not given the opportunity to continue my path of questions as he heads on expecting me to follow. Of course I do. This was all too good to miss out on. I’m quickly finding that life is never dull with you, with Sebastian Silver.
We head through passport control, the stewardess checks Sebastian out, in both his picture and person and smiles a bright come hither look with eyes as black as his. I’m annoyed when he jovially throws her a winning flash of his straight white teeth and dimpled cheek.
God you have it bad - he’s only being polite.
The heat hits me like a thick cloak as we leave the building and walk out onto the tarmac. It’s boiling and I long for the coolness of the airport. Where are we going now? Seb’s hand is firmly planted in the small of my back, his thumb brushing up and down in a soothing motion as he gently guides me towards the medium sized jet directly in front of us.
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