Alex's Awakening

Chapter Eleven

The grand finale of the opera had come and gone, but the real performance was just beginning for Alex and Charles. They left the theater with a sense of urgency and hastened back to his car. The drive back to the hotel was filled with tense, anticipatory silence. It took every bit of Alex's self-control not to make Charles pull over so they could fuck in the front seat, but she forced herself to hang in there long enough for Charles to pull up to the hotel and toss the keys to the valet when he got out of the car. He led--pulled, really--Alex to the elevator, and then, as soon as he shut the door to his lavish suite behind them, turned on his heel and began to quite literally rip the clothes from her body.

Alex laughed. "Charles! That dress belongs to the agency. Lydia won't be happy if it's damaged."

"Then I'll buy it," he said, and before she could protest further, he had her naked and sprawled out on the bed, his mouth moving down her body, tasting her sweetness. Alex moaned as he used his tongue to draw a wet trail down her stomach, from her belly button to her soaking wet cunt. He met Alex's eyes as he began to tease and caress her pink pussy lips.

"Spread your legs wider, baby," he instructed. "Let me see that pretty cunt."

Alex obeyed without hesitation, her legs parting wider, giving him full access to her most intimate area. Charles groaned as he took in the sight of her splayed before him, her pussy wet and swollen from their earlier exertions. He licked his lips before diving back in, his tongue sliding into her folds, tasting the sweetness of her arousal.

Alex's back arched off the bed. Her nails dug into the sheets as she felt his tongue on her clit, flicking and swirling with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. Charles played her body like a master musician playing an instrument. He knew exactly which notes to hit to make her sing.

"Oh, fuck," she breathed. "That's it, right there, don't stop."

But Charles had other plans. He pulled away, leaving Alex panting and desperate. "Let's try something new," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Alex's heart raced as she watched him walk over to his suitcase. He pulled out a small black bag and set it on the bedside table. "Ever played with toys before?"

Alex's eyes widened with excitement as she took in the array of dildos and vibrators. After a moment's thought, she reached for a vibrator that was bright pink and looked expensive.

"An excellent choice," Charles said, and showed her how to switch it on. "Now, here's what we're going to do. I am going to start fucking you, and as I fuck you, I want you to hold that vibrator to your clit. Do you understand?"

Alex nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She'd never used a vibrator with a partner before. "Y-yes," she managed.

Charles didn't waste any time. He stripped off his own clothes, revealing his still-hard cock. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He took the vibrator from her trembling hand and turned it on, a low, steady hum filling the room. "You hold it," he instructed, placing it in her hand. "I'll do the rest."

Alex eagerly complied. The sensation was incredible—his thick cock stretching her pussy, the vibrations making her clit throb. She'd never felt so alive, so in tune with her body. Alex surrendered utterly to the tide of wonderful sensations he was giving her, to the feeling of being used for his pleasure even as she used him for her own.

"Perfect," Charles murmured, his eyes dark with desire as he watched Alex tentatively explore her clit with the vibrator. "Now, let's see if you can handle both of these at the same time." He pushed into her with a powerful stroke, making her gasp. "Hold it steady, baby. Keep it right there."