Our check was paid, our dinner cleared. Kylie waited for me to make a move, to keep the night going. But I already had plans. Without saying a word, I rose, offering my hand to her. She looked at me with her hazel eyes glimmering in the stars and lights and gave it to me freely. I walked her along the pathway outside the property and into the private entrance for the hotel.
“What are you doing? We don’t have a room.”
I took out a black plastic keycard from my back pocket and flash it her way. As the door clicked and unlocked, I smiled widely at her, “Yes, we do.”
I had managed to book the suite of the hotel after I begged and paid dearly for it. Getting a luxury penthouse with only a few hours of notice wasn’t exactly easy or cheap to do. But as soon as I walked off the set of today’s shoot, I knew I had to do something to redeem myself. What I felt for Kylie had taken over me and, for once, I was okay with this.
But more so, I knew what I was feeling in the heat of that moment when her eyes locked on mine wasn’t going to go away just because the crew called cut or the camera finally stopped rolling. The bottom line was that I didn’t want to see Kylie having sex with anyone else. I didn’t want to see her touching, kissing, making love…anything. I wanted her for my own.
And that’s when I came up with my plan. I needed her to see the side of me I never revealed to anyone else. The restaurant was stage one. The penthouse is stage two. As we walked out of the private elevator and opened the door to the suite, I could hear her hold her breath. She took three slow steps to the center of the room, her eyes darting back and forth from the small infinity pool in the living room to the roaring fireplace near the bedroom. Kylie’s hand reached out towards the white satin couch, touching the fabric as if it would break from under her.
I walked past her, towards the small kitchen area. The staff had followed my instructions and brought up the best bottle of champagne they had along with some fresh fruits and chocolates. I poured a quick glass before taking them back to where she still stood, shocked and awed by the space. I lifted the plate of chocolate covered strawberries to her as I asked, “Do you like it?”
“You didn’t have to do this.” She allowed herself to sit, sinking into the couch’s material.
I played dumb, replying, “Do what?”
“This.” Her arms outstretched as she motioned to every corner of the never-ending room. “I didn’t need this or the ridiculously expensive dinner we just ate. You could have just talked to me.”
I lifted her off the couch and led her towards the bedroom area, a large space in all whites and browns hidden behind the glass fireplace. I sat on the edge of the California King-sized bed, my nervous hands fidgeting with the white down comforter. She didn’t join me there. Instead, she waited for me to reply, to answer for myself. I grabbed her by the waist and placed her between my legs. Her head was only a few inches from mine as I whispered, “I did this because I wanted you to know how special you are to the business – and to me.”
“I know, but you could have ju—"
I placed a finger to her mouth and reached towards the top of her head. Her hair was tied in a large knot. I quickly yanked at the fabric tie holding it together, sending her hair cascading against her bare shoulders and down her back. I placed a hand to her temple, smoothing the messy strands refusing to cooperate. She looked down as if she were a child being scolded.
I couldn’t stand her to look so vulnerable or scared. I hated to think I was the cause of it. I lifted her chin with the crook of my hand, forcing her to look me in the eyes just as she had done at the restaurant. My voice cracked as I said, “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t wanna do. Okay? No one is forcing you here.”
She shook her head lightly before answering, “That’s the problem, Will.” She sounded desperate, confused. “I want this. I want this more than anything. But I don’t want you to fuck me. I want you to make love to me.”
Kylie said the magic words. I wasted no time, bringing her to me for a full, deep kiss. Our hands searched for one another as they gripped at the other’s bodies. Her hands wrapped around my back and landed on my shoulders. Mine doubled at the small of her back, pulling our hips together as I stood.
I pulled back, gasping for air. I walked first to the lights, turning them all the way off, darkening the room. Then, I moved to the window, opening the shade and revealing the Las Vegas skyline from the fortieth floor. Little red, orange, and blue lights twinkled in the distance. And our room was illuminated by the soft glow at the world below. It could be a million miles away at this moment. In this room and space, the only people that existed were Kylie and me.
I removed my shirt slowly, taking my time with each button before unhooking my belt and black slacks. She followed my lead, pulling the black dress over her head. We studied each other. Her thin frame wasn’t as curvy as other girls I had had. But her skin glowed and her hair created a halo around her. She was my Venus in a shell as her hands and arms clutched around the places I knew she was self conscious of and her leg curved to hide her sex from my sight.
I made a long walk around her before facing her up close. One of my hands reached behind her to remove her black strapless bra. Then, I moved to her black thong panties, squatting down to remove them. I avoided touching her skin, not ready to do more than just look at her.
Kylie was breathing heavily, anticipating what I was about to do with her. Last time I was with her, I experimented with her, taking her to new levels she wasn’t even sure she could go. She had to be wondering what I was doing and why I was avoiding her after she had asked me to make love to her. I stood before her, naked as she was, and pressed two fingers against her neck, then moved downwards towards her collarbone and arms and then making a loop back up towards her chest. The fingers circled her breast and tapped her nipple before going down farther south to her taut stomach and her clean-shaven pussy.
When I reached her folds, I stopped and placed my fingers at her lips. They parted for me, taking my fingers in, licking at them without even being commanded. When they were nice and lubricated, I came closer, my leg parting her pair. It gave me just enough room to replace my fingers where they had landed on her sex to begin penetrating her centimeter by centimeter. My thumb pressed up against the top, almost instantly finding her clit as it rolled under me.
Her head tilted back, giving me an exposed track of her neck to kiss gingerly. Her soft moans vibrated against my mouth, practically begging me to go in farther. But I wanted to take my time, to feel her from a new point of view. She was wet and getting wetter and soft in all the right places. Her tender skin molded against my fingers as I sped up just a bit.
As she began to cry out, I stopped. I didn’t want her there yet. I wanted to cum with her this time – together. I moved her to the bed, watching her fall back on the mattress before crawling backwards towards the pillows. I followed her, stalking her every move from above, my arms hovering just above and beside her body. When she found her space, she reached for my hand with the fingers that had just been inside and placed the two fingers in her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirl and suck. She was tasting herself for the first time and enjoying every surprised look I was giving her.
I laid down upon her, kissing her ears, the space behind them, the back of her head covered in hair, the space between her armpit and her chest. I wanted to know every part of her that I may have missed before. This was my chance to take my time, to explore it all.
And as I placed my lips against her clit, I knew I had found my destination. She let out a cry somewhere between a laugh and a sob as I flicked my tongue inside her. I repeated it as she hissed. Then again, this time not stopping for her. I pulled her legs farther apart, pushing her knees up for her to hold as I inhaled her with each new taste. Her hips lifted to me, her hands grabbing at my hair as she commanded me to go deeper, to linger longer in her beautiful, warm pussy.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I placed her legs down before coming back up to her, diving in for another kiss. She received it, pushing back with her own tongue in my mouth wrestling for a spot. As we embraced, I lowered myself into her waiting slit. My mouth had warmed her up, had made her almost too wet. I fit in easily as I began to slowly thrust out towards her hips. She pulled away from my mouth, her head falling into the pillows as her hands grabbed onto the fold of the comforter. I could feel the material move out from under me as she struggled to gain a balance.
One by one, I pushed into her; each time I did, it was held longer, the stroke deeper, my pull out slower. I wanted her to see what sex could feel like when it wasn’t done in front of a camera and crew. I wanted her to know what it was like to be enjoyed, to feel real, unscripted pleasure. I wanted her to take my cock as deep as she could go.
I lifted myself to kneeling, bringing her hips up with me. She rose onto her elbows giving me the ability to reach for her breast with my mouth. I licked her pale pink nipple, gently following the pattern of my strokes. Everything was aligning like the lights reflecting on the penthouse suite’s floors.
She wanted me to speed up. I could feel that. She was trying to make my hips move with hers, which were frantic, spinning without control on my cock. I pressed my hand on her stomach, causing her eyes to flutter open and focus on me. I pulled her up closer to me and then moved her up against the white leather headboard. She was pinned in place, unable to move from under me. I gave her one long, deep thrust as she cried out. I growled back at her, “Say you're mine.”
“What?” she asked in between thrusts.
“Say you’re mine.” I wanted to hear it more than anything in this world. I needed to know she would never take a man’s cock like she was taking mine. She had to give me this promise right here and right now.
“Wilder, I—" There was hesitation there.
I responded by pounding her harder, by pushing up into her deeper as her back crushed against the board. The bed rattled violently. “You’re mine, Kylie. You’re mine.” I gave her two long thrusts as she called out my name in the dark. It was unlike anything I had ever heard. She was calling out to me as I began to speed up while still going as deep as possible, my entire length engulfed in her. “Fuck! Say it!” I screamed back.
I released her, flipping her to her hands and knees. She scurried her hands up the headboard, finding the top and holding on as I entered her from behind without any warning. I placed my hands around the tops of her shoulders as I pumped into her as fast as I could. Her hips bounced up and down, struggling to keep up with my speed. Her hands slipped off as she fell back into my own chest. I held her in place by her breasts, massaging them, twisting at the nipple. My cock continued to plow into her like a machine. I was determined.
Her arm draped around my neck as I watched her mouth open. It took a few breaths before she shouted out, “I’m yours! I’m yours! Fuck! I’m yours!” She collapsed onto me in a fit of passion as I wrapped my arms around her. Together, we came fast and hard like two fireworks in the dark sky. Our bodies lingered there, hers rest on my legs and my arms holding her in place. Neither of us dared to move too soon to ruin the one perfect moment where we were completely and totally in synch together.
After a long while, I placed her gently down in the bed, covering her in the comforter. Her eyes stared up at me, the flickers dimming as her eyelids grew heavy. She snuggled herself into a small ball as I walked to the other side of the bed and wrapped my body around hers, spooning her closer to me.
Moments passed. Minutes flew by. I waited for when I knew she was asleep to push back the hair from around her ear and to whisper what I wanted to say to her all night. “I don’t know why. I don’t know how. But I think I’m falling for you.”
My confession made, I breathed in, taking one final scent of her for my memories as I pulled back towards the pillows. It wouldn’t be long until the sun rose. And for the first time in a very long time, I was looking forward to a new day.