within me, but it was becoming labored. The
hand, which rested on the bed adjacent to my face, began to grip the sheet and
he groaned as if in pain. “Jesus,” he hissed. “I can’t...it’s too...” His
efforts were then cut off by a guttural gasp and the trembling of his hips
against the cheeks of my ass. “Argh,” he exhaled, liquid heat shooting from him
and branding me.
Another small crest of pleasure shook me, as I felt the
power of his ejaculation. My limbs melting into the bed, I released a contented
sigh while his body emptied itself into mine.
Chapter Three
L ater that evening, we
lay completely naked in the middle of the bed, perspiration chilling on our
skin. Drapes at the window still open, an amber glow from the street bathed the
room and I watched the steady sway of car headlights that swished across the
ceiling.
Alex was right next to me, one leg draped over mine,
pressing his flaccid penis against my side. His elbow was propped on the pillow
with a hand supporting his head, and he peered quietly at me. The fingers of
his other hand moved absentmindedly over my torso, gently stroking my belly in
nondescript patterns and occasionally sliding higher to play with my breasts.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice so deep and
masculine that I thought it alone could make me climax again.
Weak, I continued to lay flat on my back, my right arm
stretched all the way across my body and resting on his slim, solid hip. “Hmm?”
I mumbled, sleepily.
“What are you thinking?” he repeated.
Barely able to move, I turned only my head. “Just wondering
if the people in the adjoining suites thought you were murdering me,” I told
him, a tired but happy smile distorting my mouth.
His tight abdomen flexed against the curve of my waist, as
he breathed a brief chuckle. “The rooms are soundproofed,” he softly replied.
“That’s probably just as well,” I said, my heavy eyelids
drooping.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he murmured.
Shuffling a little closer, I nestled my face to his chest.
“Hmm, me too.”
“It’s like there’s no one else in the world,” he added,
thoughtfully.
Humming in agreement, I breathed the wonderfully sexy smell
of his sweat mingled with the remnants of shower gel. Eyes still closed, I felt
myself being dragged into that divine darkness, but I was just aware of his
breath on the top of my head and then his lips pressing against my scalp.
When I awoke, I was alone in the bed and I was covered with
a sheet. Senses struggling to clear the residue of sleep, I groaned and blinked
as I lifted my head from the plump pillow. Looking both to my left and right, I
expected to find Alex somewhere, but there was no trace of him. I listened, wondering
if he was in the bathroom or the suite’s luxurious living room. However, there
was no sound save for my own breathing.
Eventually, my gaze moved to the bedside table to check the
time. Only the digital clock was obscured by a note, written on the hotel
letter-headed pad. ‘Sorry I’m not there. You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want
to wake you. Had some business to attend to, but will try to get back before
midday. Love, Alex.’
When he did get back, it was almost two in the afternoon. I
had been showered, dressed, and ready for him for two and half hours. He walked
in to find me sitting on the couch, my brow furrowed as I tried to follow a
Parisian news channel. With my limited knowledge of French, I was relying
predominantly on the images.
“Hi,” he greeted me, closing the door and tossing his laptop
case into an armchair.
“Hey,” I replied, lifting my face to him. “I was starting to
worry.”
“Sorry,” he replied, his features unusually somber.
“Something came up,” he offered.
“Something wrong?” I asked, getting up from the couch and
shutting the television off.
Alex loosened his tie before unclasping the first button of
his shirt. Then, slipping both hands into his pockets,
hand, which rested on the bed adjacent to my face, began to grip the sheet and
he groaned as if in pain. “Jesus,” he hissed. “I can’t...it’s too...” His
efforts were then cut off by a guttural gasp and the trembling of his hips
against the cheeks of my ass. “Argh,” he exhaled, liquid heat shooting from him
and branding me.
Another small crest of pleasure shook me, as I felt the
power of his ejaculation. My limbs melting into the bed, I released a contented
sigh while his body emptied itself into mine.
Chapter Three
L ater that evening, we
lay completely naked in the middle of the bed, perspiration chilling on our
skin. Drapes at the window still open, an amber glow from the street bathed the
room and I watched the steady sway of car headlights that swished across the
ceiling.
Alex was right next to me, one leg draped over mine,
pressing his flaccid penis against my side. His elbow was propped on the pillow
with a hand supporting his head, and he peered quietly at me. The fingers of
his other hand moved absentmindedly over my torso, gently stroking my belly in
nondescript patterns and occasionally sliding higher to play with my breasts.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice so deep and
masculine that I thought it alone could make me climax again.
Weak, I continued to lay flat on my back, my right arm
stretched all the way across my body and resting on his slim, solid hip. “Hmm?”
I mumbled, sleepily.
“What are you thinking?” he repeated.
Barely able to move, I turned only my head. “Just wondering
if the people in the adjoining suites thought you were murdering me,” I told
him, a tired but happy smile distorting my mouth.
His tight abdomen flexed against the curve of my waist, as
he breathed a brief chuckle. “The rooms are soundproofed,” he softly replied.
“That’s probably just as well,” I said, my heavy eyelids
drooping.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he murmured.
Shuffling a little closer, I nestled my face to his chest.
“Hmm, me too.”
“It’s like there’s no one else in the world,” he added,
thoughtfully.
Humming in agreement, I breathed the wonderfully sexy smell
of his sweat mingled with the remnants of shower gel. Eyes still closed, I felt
myself being dragged into that divine darkness, but I was just aware of his
breath on the top of my head and then his lips pressing against my scalp.
When I awoke, I was alone in the bed and I was covered with
a sheet. Senses struggling to clear the residue of sleep, I groaned and blinked
as I lifted my head from the plump pillow. Looking both to my left and right, I
expected to find Alex somewhere, but there was no trace of him. I listened, wondering
if he was in the bathroom or the suite’s luxurious living room. However, there
was no sound save for my own breathing.
Eventually, my gaze moved to the bedside table to check the
time. Only the digital clock was obscured by a note, written on the hotel
letter-headed pad. ‘Sorry I’m not there. You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want
to wake you. Had some business to attend to, but will try to get back before
midday. Love, Alex.’
When he did get back, it was almost two in the afternoon. I
had been showered, dressed, and ready for him for two and half hours. He walked
in to find me sitting on the couch, my brow furrowed as I tried to follow a
Parisian news channel. With my limited knowledge of French, I was relying
predominantly on the images.
“Hi,” he greeted me, closing the door and tossing his laptop
case into an armchair.
“Hey,” I replied, lifting my face to him. “I was starting to
worry.”
“Sorry,” he replied, his features unusually somber.
“Something came up,” he offered.
“Something wrong?” I asked, getting up from the couch and
shutting the television off.
Alex loosened his tie before unclasping the first button of
his shirt. Then, slipping both hands into his pockets,
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