The Writer's Mistress

Chapter 8 -I'm yours if you want me-

"I'm yours if you want me..."

Surprisingly a limo drives up, Eli pulls open the door for me and helps me inside. He quickly slams it shut. He gestures to the driver to pull up the partition. In a second of that shield of privacy goes up, an aura of passion ensues us. He presses his lips on to mine; and I melt into him. This sensation, I've never felt in this lifetime.

His hand travels from my neck to my breast, cupping me tenderly. Eli pulls away from me and locks eyes with me, stroking my cheek. "I'm yours if you want me."

I steadily move down his body; I kneel in front of him, unzipping his slacks. He's speechless. I look him in the eye and take him in my mouth, slowly swallowing him in and out. Eli lets out a quiet moan and cups his mouth while he stares at me in disbelief. Dropping his hand into my hair Eli leans his head back, enjoying the slow and steady rhythm of my mouth. As I go to speed up and taps me on the shoulder. "We're here. Let's save that for now."

Exiting the limo Eli holds my hand leading me into the hotel lobby. We step into the large elevator, and he swipes his room key over the keypad. As the doors close, he presses up against me, kissing me passionately. Something about his kiss is intoxicating. He's tender but assertive. He brings his hand up to my neck cupping my jaw. Gently moving away from our kiss and gazing into my eyes. He reaches for my arms pinning them up against the elevator wall. His other hand brushing up against my thigh he shoves his hand in between my legs; softly entering his fingers inside me. "I want you to be nice and wet for me."

I hear those words I can't help but bite my bottom lip with excitement. Suddenly the elevator doors open up to a large room. The first thing I notice is the luxurious setup. The room is modern and expensive looking. "Wow, this is beautiful." I take another look around this stunning space, While Eli throws off his shoes and steps behind a long marble bar. He grabs two wine glasses and opens a bottle of red wine. "If you like this you should see my place in London. I think you'd love it." Going to London has always been a dream of mine. The very idea of being in London with Eli sounds crazy but remarkable. "Maybe one day..." I say with a smirk on my face.

He holds out my glass for me to grab and raises his. Sipping down more wine, I know by now I am definitely drunk, but I'm ready to be touched again. Nothing about this evening has been short of extraordinary. This time spent with Eli I haven't felt stressed, anxious or ignored.

Eli places down his glass on top of the bar and steps in front of me. Slowly pulling up my dress, he traces the top of my panties with his fingers, pulling them down in a slow and seductive manner. In this moment I'm his. He can touch my body the way he wants too. He can kiss anywhere he desires. I need him. He lifts me onto the bar and exposing my breast. Tenderly kissing along my neck. His hand meets the wetness that's been waiting there for him. He rubs me at a slow rhythm, making sure to hit all my nerves. The sensation is all too good, and I can feel myself coming. "That's it, come for me." I look into Eli's eyes as I come. "Fuck me." I beg.

He pulls out a condom and slides it over himself. He takes ahold the nape of my neck, grabs me by my hip and slowly glides into me. "Fuck, you're so tight."

Eli's dirty mouth makes me wetter. He takes his time thrusting in and out of me. "You're so fucking beautiful." He kisses me intensifying our passion. He rests his head on my neck while holding tightly onto me. I wrap my legs around him, feeling all of him.

Eli looks me in the eye and cups my cheek while speeding up his pace. "Tell me your mines."

"I'm yours" I moan without hesitation. Staring deeply into each other, we come together and fall into one another. He lifts his head and rises my chin to him. He kisses me dominating my lips.

I look pass Eli over to the bulky glass clock on the wall. It's reads 9:45PM. I look back at Eli and before I can say anything he reads my mind. "It's time for you to leave, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I have to." I say as I dress myself. "Let me drive you home..." He offers. The offer sounds nice but I shouldn't risk it. "No, it's fine. I have to pick up my car from the restaurant anyways. I'll be okay." When I turn down Eli's offer I can see his disappointment. "I can drive you. I'll have your car picked up tomorrow and dropped off to you." I look at Eli unsure of what he wants. "Why do you want to drop me off?" He pulls me in close to him and brushes a lock of my hair behind my ear. "So, I know where to send you flowers tomorrow."