Come Alive

Chapter Fourteen

"We need to celebrate!" He announced. He ordered two of the most expensive bottles of champagne and had them sent up to our room. He was so excited. Like a kid at Christmas. Hyper wasn't even close to his demeanour at this point. He grabbed me and we rolled around on the bed, making out like teenagers. We clawed at each other's clothes. Hungry for more.
We somehow stripped off and ended up in the bathroom... he pinned me against the tiles near the massive shower and ravaged my neck... he moved down to my breasts and slowly sucked on my nipples and kneaded my flesh. "Oh God..." he moaned as I trailed my fingers down to his cock. I gripped his shaft and pumped him. He lifted my thigh and then plunged into me; "Ahhhh... oh... YESSS!" He thrust into me desperately. I reached behind us and turned on the shower... he picked me up effortlessly and carried me in. The warm water washing off the day of travel, and sex. We remained in there for well over an hour. He absolutely ravaged my body, he made me cum so many times, I lost count. His stamina was unbelievable. I'd never experienced that before. In anyone. Soap and sex... the best ever combination. We made love in the shower until the water turned tepid. Then, once again, he lifted me up and carried me out to the bed. The two bottles of champagne were waiting for us on ice. I wondered if they'd heard us in the shower. My screaming and his moaning in our orgasmic pleasure...
That thought didn't stay long in my mind. Dave placed me gently down on the bed and proceeded to dry me off gently with the fluffy, plush towel. He was so gentle. Lovingly massaging my shoulders and back. I was in absolute heaven. "Harder baby..." I pleaded. I loved a heavy handed massage. And it was like he knew exactly what I needed. I lay on my back and he worked his magic hands all over my back, torso and neck. By the end of it, I was a frothing mess.
"You're turn, Daddy." I'd barely gotten the words out when he flipped me over and he was on his stomach. I straddled him. Our naked bodies in contact once again. I moved my hands to his shoulders and started to massage them... "how's the pressure, babe?" I asked. "Harderrr... please..." he moaned. I pressed harder into his flesh. I kneaded his muscles until he was moaning in complete bliss. "Baby, I have to roll over or I'm gonna punch a hole in this mattress with my cock." I smiled, actually I giggled at his response.
He got off him as he rolled over. His fully erect cock stood proud, "Oh my..." I licked my lips. He looked simply delicious, and completely at my mercy.
I straddled him again, completely avoiding his member. I ran my hands up over his chest and shoulders... constantly keeping a slow, yet hard rhythm. I kneaded every muscle on his chest, avoiding his sensitive nipples. They were erect. Delightful little nubs aching for my touch.
My pussy was so wet, I slid up and down across his thighs. His moaning was growing more vocal. He went to reach up to my breasts... "no hands, baby." I commanded him softly. He dropped his hands to his sides.
As much as I wanted him to touch me, feel me... I wanted him to enjoy this delicious torture. "You have no idea, how much I wanna flip you over and fuck you right now..." he moaned.
"Shhhh..." I whispered. I continued my hard massaging of his divine body. He was moaning so loudly, I leaned forward and licked his earlobe. As much as I wanted things to heat up, I was determined to keep the "masseuse" act up. The fact was, I loved touching him. I relished it. Feeling his muscles ripple under his smooth skin, made me wet. Made me so horny for him. Yet, I wouldn't cave. I wanted him to relax. To be calm. His moaning got louder as I rubbed him down. My pussy was rubbing against his thigh. The delicious friction making me almost cum. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
All of a sudden, he sat up, directly facing me. Our faces barely touching. "Baby, I need you. I need to be inside you. Now." He softly growled. Fuck. Who was I to deny him? I straddled him and he guided his cock into my soaking pussy.
"Ohhhhhh..." we both moaned in unison. I settled myself as he gently began to move inside me. Gently thrusting. In and out, in and out.
I loved being on top. I absolutely relished it. I could watch his face, see my breasts bounce as I bobbed up and down. We were moving slowly, but I could feel him pick up the pace. His cock was rock hard, granite against velvet. It was deliciously sublime. He nuzzled my neck, just below my ear. Finding the spot that drove me wild. He whispered "we are one. We are meant to be one, always."
I gasped in pleasure. I was so close. He didn't need to touch my clit. Him nuzzling my neck and whispering in my ear was enough.
Enough to set me off. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I could feel the orgasm rock my core.