Love Letter

Paradise.....

The lift doors opened, and Tom pulled her inside, pushing the '7' button as he did so.

The gold, embossed doors slid shut with a classy silence. As soon as the little green and gold capsule started to move, Tom pressed her to the wall, kissing her deeply.

She moaned softly into the kiss, balancing her crystal glass in one hand and Tom's face in the other.

"God, I want you..." she murmured as his mouth found her neck.

"And you shall have me, my love... as many times as you want..." his teeth nipped her shoulder as the lift came to a halt.

The doors slid open, and they walked out, hand in hand, breathless with anticipation.  Glasses deposited on a side table in the short but luxurious corridor. They arrived at an expensively laquered door.

The silvet plate announced it as "The Gucci Suite." Ali's eyes almost fell out of her head. "Tom? What have you done?"

As he held the little wooden card to the door, he smiled knowingly. "No darling, the question should be what am I GOING to do?" He paused, slipping the card in his pocket and opening the door, "the answer? Everything...."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, slamming the door behind him. His mouth crashed onto hers, his hands grasping at the flimsy fabric of her new silk dress. 

Pulling it up, he ran his hands up her thighs, his mouth still pressed to hers, tongue thrusting as they moaned and panted their way against the wall.

Her hands raked his chest, shoving his suit jacket onto the chequered marble floor. The expensive cotton of his shirt smooth under her touch. The smell of his aftershave and lust fuelling her own re-ignited desire.

He let her thigh go, his hands urgently working to release his belt buckle and drag his trousers down around his own thighs. He didn't stop kissing her for one second, her hands grasping his face, her tongue searching his mouth.

As soon as his trousers dropped, she realised he wasn't wearing any underwear, and she smiled against his lips.

"Presumptive much, Mr Hiddleston? A suite organized AND no underwear? On a promise, were you?"

"Dunno, Mrs Hiddleston, you tell me?" He breathed, hoisting her leg up, pressing his now rock-hard body against hers.  He felt her warm and wet core against him, the silk of her underwear ruined by her desire.

"Promise? No, more like a dead certainty. The way you.... oh fucking Jesus..." she cried out as he slipped her underwear aside and in one smooth movement plunged deep into her. Tipping her head back, she moaned loudly as he ground his body against her.

Words abandoned, they panted and kissed and bucked their way to a shuddering climax.  "So fucking hot... so fucking wet..." Tom moaned into her ear as he thrust deeply. "Gonna... c..c..c...oh fuuuuck!"

They stilled as he fell off the cliff and twitched down again. Panting, he laid his head on her shoulder and she stroked his back, waiting for him to calm.  Her own climax would have to wait.  Despite her own surging desire, she'd wanted him to cum first, prove to herself she still had the ability to drive him wild.

As they calmed and separated, Tom looked into her eyes as he kissed her tenderly now. "You didn't..." he sighed, "You didn't... I didn't make you c...." she smiled and put her fingers to his lips.

"Shhhhh my love. But YOU did. You still want me that much.... we have all night to redress the balance."  She pulled away and walked towards the bathroom. "I think I need a shower...." she winked and reached out, grabbing his now loosened tie. "And YOU are going to help me..."