We entered a room, farther down the long hall. I couldn't erase the image of the scene I had just witnessed. And it replayed - over and over- in my mind. As soon as the door closed and the lock clicked, enclosing us in this room together, I turned around to look at him.
He'd already taken off his tux jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him in only a white muscle shirt that clung to his body like a second layer of skin. I could see that he had a six pack through the shirt and his muscles rippled as he tensed and relaxed as a reaction to my observation.
I found his blue eyes, looking away quickly, embarrassed by my behavior. He walked, slowly, inching closer to me with each step. With very few steps, he stood before me, his hand lifting my chin. I noticed how he leaned in closer to me. He was coming in for a kiss, and I'd be damned if I didn't let him. So, I sped up the process, wrapping my arms around his neck, but having to stand on my tip toes, even in heels, to do so. I crushed my lips to his in a hungry, yet passionate kiss. He tensed up obviously not expecting that and just as I was about to pull away from the kiss, he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, deepening the kiss. I moaned at the feel of his hardness poking my thigh, oh so close to my aching core. I pressed closer to him, if that were even possible at this point. He withdrew from the kiss, and I couldn't contain the whimper that escaped my parted lips.He chuckled and I felt the harsh cold air in the room make immediate contact with my burning flesh.I looked at my dress which no longer clung to my body, but pooled around my feet, then back up at him.
He picked me up bridal style, carrying me to the huge king-sized bed. He laid me down and removed my shoes from my feet, then began placing warm kisses on my body, traveling from my legs, upward. He unsnapped my bra with ease and within seconds had latched onto my nipple. Sucking and nipping gently at the taut bud, while caressing the other. I moaned at the sweet assault, no longer trying to contain it.
He switched, paying just as much attention to the other breast that he had to the first. He continued going down, more kisses parading my body and dancing on my skin. He slid my panties down and off completely before parting my legs, separating them so that he had full view of my soaked pussy. The cold air hit my sensitive flesh and I hissed at the harsh invasion. He placed my legs on his shoulders and began kissing the inside of my thighs. He inched closer and boy was he close. I chanted in my mind over and over, 'So close, so close, please, you're so close'. Finally he reached his designated destination, to which I rejoiced internally.
I squirmed and grabbed a fistful of the sheets, preparing for the assault this man was about to perform on my pussy. I was excited, impatiently eager and ready. "Please." I whispered, silently pleading to him. He looked at me with a fiery gaze before diving in. He lapped at my pussy like a pro, never missing a stroke. He sucked and nipped at my clit, then inserted two fingers into my wet depths. I clutched and clawed at the sheet, writhing in sheer ecstasy. He sped up the pace, my cries fueling his fire. He replaced his fingers with his tongue again, as I came apart. He lapped up every drop, as if it'd be his last drink ever.
My hair clung to my forehead and images of the scene I had witnessed earlier, swarmed my mind. I wanted what she had. And I wanted it bad. He was on top of me in mere seconds, pinning me down and forcing me to look him in the eye. "Not another man will ever touch you. And if you should begin to think otherwise, just remember that no man will ever give to you what I can.", was all he said before he thrusted into me. I half whimpered half screamed, and was thankful the door had been closed.
He pounded into me harder than a hammer hitting nails and it felt good. Real good. Did I want him to stop? Hell no. I never wanted this to end. If it never ended it would be too soon. When was the last time I'd experienced something so magical? Hell, I could count years, but its been so long, eventually I'd lose count all over again.
I felt him pull out and just as I was about to scream at him, he flipped me over with ease and thrusted into me again and again, over and over. If anyone walked past this room, I'm sure they'd hear my screams of pleasurable pain, his groans and grunts, the banging against the wall and the unmistakable sound of skin on skin. I should be ripped apart by now. Hell, I'm not protesting. It feels fucking fantastic!!! I was close to my release, and after the way he's made me feel, he deserves a little treat. So, I clenched around his cock and his thrusts never faltered, but the growl that ripped from the man's chest had me trembling with pleasure. I came undone in his arms at the same time he found his release and came inside of me.
I collapsed on the sheets, completely worn out and tired. He laid next to me, removing the hair from my face. and he only said 4 words. 4 words that oddly, sounded familiar. "Close your eyes Princess.", without hesitation, I obeyed, falling asleep instantly.
