none of that
remained attached, and for some blissful, sweaty minutes we were
just two people caught up in a primal drive. My fingers dug into
his back, my knees hugged his waist as he pumped into me.
He caught my hand and tugged it between us,
murmuring, "Touch yourself," close to my ear. I moaned when my
fingers encountered the obscene thickness of him spreading me, and
I rubbed my clit furiously with my fingertips, arching and gasping
as I raced toward another climax. My already sore muscles protested
as my body tensed once more, and I muttered nonsensical pleas
against his neck as he sped his thrusts. When I came, I saw bursts
of white behind my eyelids.
Neil wasn't far behind me, shoving hard,
almost too hard, my eager cunt still spasming around him as he
groaned and stilled. The deep pulse of his cock sent shivers of
delayed pleasure through me, and I whimpered, clinging to him.
"Are you all right?" he asked breathlessly,
the persistent throbbing still touching off mini-fireworks for
me.
"Uh-huh." That was the most intelligent thing
I could manage to say.
He eased out and rose from the bed to step
into the bathroom. I cautiously felt my puffy flesh. Oh, I would
definitely pay for that tomorrow. I grinned to myself at the
thought.
"I think this was a really good idea," I
called to him, pushing myself up on my elbows. “It’s been ages
since I’ve felt this good.”
When he came back, he was wearing a pair of
black flannel sleep pants. He stopped beside the bed and smiled
down at me. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"No," I admitted. "I'll grab some on my way
home."
"Don't try to be cool," he scolded. "I'm not
kicking you out. I thought we could order room service and see
where the evening takes us."
"Oh ho," I laughed, sitting up and swinging
my legs over the side of the bed. "You want to do this again?"
"Not exactly this. More, and similar. It's
been six years, Sophie. You can't imagine that I've had my fill of
you after just an hour."
The raw hunger in his voice obliterated the
playful mood between us. He looked away, pinching the bridge of his
nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Sorry," he said quickly.
"That was a bit intense. If you have somewhere to be - "
I stood and looked down at myself. "Well, I'm
not exactly dressed for dinner, is my only problem."
Instantly, that playfulness returned, and he
swatted my behind as he moved past me to the dresser. He rummaged
through a drawer then tossed me a soft gray t-shirt. "That's as
covered up as I'll allow you to be in my presence, young lady."
I snorted and pulled the shirt over my head.
It hung to just below my ass cheeks, and had a faded white outline
of Led Zeppelin's Icarus logo on the front. I twirled in it as
though it was an evening gown, and he admired me for a few seconds
before heading toward the stairs. "I'll give you a moment, come
down when you're ready."
* * * *
We ordered
heinously overpriced room service burgers, which Neil absolutely
refused to take any money for. "I understand that we're not dating,
but I think we can go so far as to call ourselves friends at this
point. There's nothing wrong with a friend buying another friend's
meal."
"As long as I get to return the favor some
time," I warned. I didn't like the idea of being beholden to
anyone, especially not a man with money and power. And I didn't
want him to think that's where my interest lay. "Just remember, I'm
in this for hot sex, not hot meals.”
We opened the shade over the huge window and
sat on the long couch, the room service tray between us. While we
ate, we chatted and watched the lights of the skyscrapers and
streets outside. It was a full moon, and the night was almost as
bright as the day, albeit in a weird, fluorescent way. From inside
the soft, warm light of the room, I felt like I was looking out on
an alien world.
"Can I ask you something?" I folded my legs
criss-cross and tugged the hem of the t-shirt down when I noticed
his gaze drop to my crotch. I cleared
remained attached, and for some blissful, sweaty minutes we were
just two people caught up in a primal drive. My fingers dug into
his back, my knees hugged his waist as he pumped into me.
He caught my hand and tugged it between us,
murmuring, "Touch yourself," close to my ear. I moaned when my
fingers encountered the obscene thickness of him spreading me, and
I rubbed my clit furiously with my fingertips, arching and gasping
as I raced toward another climax. My already sore muscles protested
as my body tensed once more, and I muttered nonsensical pleas
against his neck as he sped his thrusts. When I came, I saw bursts
of white behind my eyelids.
Neil wasn't far behind me, shoving hard,
almost too hard, my eager cunt still spasming around him as he
groaned and stilled. The deep pulse of his cock sent shivers of
delayed pleasure through me, and I whimpered, clinging to him.
"Are you all right?" he asked breathlessly,
the persistent throbbing still touching off mini-fireworks for
me.
"Uh-huh." That was the most intelligent thing
I could manage to say.
He eased out and rose from the bed to step
into the bathroom. I cautiously felt my puffy flesh. Oh, I would
definitely pay for that tomorrow. I grinned to myself at the
thought.
"I think this was a really good idea," I
called to him, pushing myself up on my elbows. “It’s been ages
since I’ve felt this good.”
When he came back, he was wearing a pair of
black flannel sleep pants. He stopped beside the bed and smiled
down at me. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"No," I admitted. "I'll grab some on my way
home."
"Don't try to be cool," he scolded. "I'm not
kicking you out. I thought we could order room service and see
where the evening takes us."
"Oh ho," I laughed, sitting up and swinging
my legs over the side of the bed. "You want to do this again?"
"Not exactly this. More, and similar. It's
been six years, Sophie. You can't imagine that I've had my fill of
you after just an hour."
The raw hunger in his voice obliterated the
playful mood between us. He looked away, pinching the bridge of his
nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Sorry," he said quickly.
"That was a bit intense. If you have somewhere to be - "
I stood and looked down at myself. "Well, I'm
not exactly dressed for dinner, is my only problem."
Instantly, that playfulness returned, and he
swatted my behind as he moved past me to the dresser. He rummaged
through a drawer then tossed me a soft gray t-shirt. "That's as
covered up as I'll allow you to be in my presence, young lady."
I snorted and pulled the shirt over my head.
It hung to just below my ass cheeks, and had a faded white outline
of Led Zeppelin's Icarus logo on the front. I twirled in it as
though it was an evening gown, and he admired me for a few seconds
before heading toward the stairs. "I'll give you a moment, come
down when you're ready."
* * * *
We ordered
heinously overpriced room service burgers, which Neil absolutely
refused to take any money for. "I understand that we're not dating,
but I think we can go so far as to call ourselves friends at this
point. There's nothing wrong with a friend buying another friend's
meal."
"As long as I get to return the favor some
time," I warned. I didn't like the idea of being beholden to
anyone, especially not a man with money and power. And I didn't
want him to think that's where my interest lay. "Just remember, I'm
in this for hot sex, not hot meals.”
We opened the shade over the huge window and
sat on the long couch, the room service tray between us. While we
ate, we chatted and watched the lights of the skyscrapers and
streets outside. It was a full moon, and the night was almost as
bright as the day, albeit in a weird, fluorescent way. From inside
the soft, warm light of the room, I felt like I was looking out on
an alien world.
"Can I ask you something?" I folded my legs
criss-cross and tugged the hem of the t-shirt down when I noticed
his gaze drop to my crotch. I cleared
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