CHAPTER 8
Michael
I’d never seen anything more beautiful than her sprawled across the bed, beaming with the afterglow of her orgasm. Her body was like a wonderland, long and lean, with curves in all the right places. I could’ve spent the entire night just gazing down upon her, but my cock had other plans. It was pulsating against my zipper, begging for some reprieve, and the just thought of being inside her was more than either of us could take. With her watching my every move, my hand dropped to the buckle of my pants, and her eyes widened as I slowly lowered the zipper. After I took a condom from my back pocket, I lowered my pants, along with my boxer briefs, down my legs, letting them drop to the floor. I tossed the condom on the bed, and with her eyes locked on mine; I took my aching cock in my hand and gave it a hard squeeze, trying to relieve some of the throbbing pressure. I felt the raging pulse against my fingers as I slowly began to stroke it, groaning out a curse as I felt it continue to harden in my grip. Grace watched the motion of my hand as she eased up on the bed, licking her lips like a hungry predator.
As I continued to stroke my cock, I asked her, “Do you like what you see?”
“Yes.” Her eyes were still focused on my cock, as she whispered, “It’s so big.”
“It’s no more than you can handle.” Her teeth raked across her bottom lip as she continued to watch my every move. “Tell me what you want, Grace.”
She eased over to the side of the bed as she answered, “I want you to come here.”
As soon as I reached the edge of the bed, she reached for me and replaced my hands with her own as she took hold of my cock. I felt the warmth of her tongue rake against me before she took me in her mouth, lowering her wet lips over the shaft. My dick looked even bigger as it entered her small, delicate mouth, and as much as I wanted to watch, the sight of her sucking my cock was more than I could take. Fearing I’d come too soon, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, relishing in the sensation of her touch. Her mouth was heaven-sent, warm and wet, and I had to fight the urge to reach for the back of her head, forcing her to take me hard and fast. Her tongue twirled around the head of my dick, teasing me as her hand reached for my balls, gently squeezing them as she took me deep once again. Overcome with the need to touch her, I leaned forward, cupping her breasts in my hands, feeling their fullness in my palms as I ran my thumb across her nipples. Her moan vibrated against my cock, making me even harder as she continued to work me over. Her caresses were long and firm as she took me further into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
After just a few more strokes, I pulled back. Disappointment crossed her face as I removed my cock from her mouth. I place my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “As much as I love having you suck my cock, I need to be inside you…now.”
Her eyes never left mine as she eased back onto the bed with her legs spread wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her wet pussy. Her eyes filled with lust and desire as she watched me slide the condom down my long, hard shaft.
I looked down at her and asked, “Are you ready for me, Grace?”
As I lowered myself between her legs, she answered, “I’ve never been more ready.”
A small smile of relief spread across her face as I centered myself at her entrance. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me to her, and coiled her arms around my neck. I felt her tremble beneath me as I brushed my cock against her clit. She gasped as I slid into her tight, wet pussy, and I had no doubt that she could feel every inch of my hard cock. Giving her time to adjust to my massive dick, I paused for several breaths, using the moment to relish the warmth of her—the wholeness I felt being inside her.
I started to move, slowly at first, as I began to ease in and out of her. Each and every move was meticulously slow and forceful, and inch-by-inch I drove my cock deep inside her pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was simply amazing, and I knew then that one night wasn’t going to be enough. Like she could read my mind, her nails raked across my back as she groaned, “More.”
More was exactly what I intended to give her. “You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes!” she pleaded.
I placed my hands on her hips, rolling her over onto all fours. I eased my fingers between her legs, slipping deep into her pussy as I coated them with her wetness, and as I withdrew them, I gently ran the tips of my fingers between her cheeks. As I eased my cock back inside her, I slipped two fingers into her perfect, tight ass. I had no idea if it was something she would like until her ass jetted toward me, forcing my fingers further inside her. I ground my hips against her pussy until I found the steady, hard pace that she’d asked for, slamming into her even more fully than I had before. As I eased my fingers in and out of her puckered opening, she lowered herself down on the mattress. She met my every thrust with an eager jolt of her hips. I began to drive deeper, harder, and her head reared back as she moaned, “Yes! Michael Don’t stop!”
“Fuck,” I groaned as she tightened around me. She panted wildly, and I knew she was close to the edge. I wanted to see her orgasm take hold, to hear the little sounds she made when she came, and watch her body grow rigid as she found her release. She was in a heated daze as I rolled her over, once again, with her back flat against the mattress. As I drove back inside her, again and again, her thighs clamped down around my hips when I tried to increase my pace. But it was futile. I knew she wouldn’t be able to stop the inevitable torment of her building orgasm. Her nails dug into my lower back as her hips bucked against mine, and I could feel the pressure building, forcing a growl from my chest.
The muscles in her body grew taut, her chest stilled as she held her breath, and her hips arched off the mattress. “Oh, God. Michael…I’m coming!”
Seconds later, her pussy spasmed around my cock, and I heard the sound of air gushing from her lungs. As her body grew limp, I continued to drive into her, the sounds of my body pounding against hers echoing throughout the room. I could feel my own release building deep inside my gut, as my hands dropped to her ass. I lifted her hips and drove deep inside her, holding myself there as I finally came. I lowered myself down on the mattress next to her, and we both lay there silently for several minutes as we tried to catch our breaths.
When she finally pulled herself out of her orgasmic haze, she rolled toward me and said, “That was incredible.”
“So, you didn’t fake it?” I teased. There was no doubt in my mind that her orgasm was real.
“Are you kidding? There’s no way I could fake that. I’m good, but I’m not that good.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I told her as I reached for her, pulling her over to my side.
“It was amazing.” She rested her head on my shoulder as her hand roamed across my chest. “You’re amazing.”
I looked down at her and my chest tightened. Having her in my arms felt right, like she was meant to be there. While the sex with her was out of this world, I found myself wanting more. I didn’t just want her body—I wanted her heart. Looking for an excuse to keep her there longer, I asked, “Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving.” As she propped herself up on her elbow, she said, “I don’t think I’ve eaten all day.”
I opened the bedside drawer and pulled out one of the hotel’s menus. “Well, I can certainly rectify that. What would you like?”
“Anything is good with me.” She bit her bottom lip as she reached for the coverlet at the end of the bed, quickly wrapping it around her as she stood up. “Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Of course not.” I decided not to give her a hard time about covering herself, and let her have her moment of modesty. As she started for the door, I asked, “Are you sure you’re good with anything?”
“Umm…no snails and no mushrooms. Other than that, I’m game.”
“I think I can handle that.”
While she took a shower, I placed our order and turned on the TV. I searched through the channels, trying to find something she might like, and just as I’d landed on some chick flick, I heard the water turn off. Seconds later, she came out with a white towel wrapped around her torso and another around her head. As I grabbed my boxer briefs, I asked, “Mind if I go next?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“I won’t be long.” Before I closed the door, I told her, “Dinner should be here any minute.”
“Okay.”
After a quick shower, I stepped out the bathroom and found Grace sitting at the table, wearing nothing but my white button-down shirt. She no longer had on makeup and her wet hair was draped over her shoulder. I thought she was beautiful before, but seeing her now blew me away. As I stood there staring at her, she gave me a puzzled look. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re absolutely stunning.”
“I think you let your shower get too hot,” she scoffed, as she toyed with the ends of her hair.
I walked over to her, placing my hand under her chin as I leaned down to kiss her. As I removed my mouth from hers, I whispered, “Absolutely stunning.”
We stared at each other for several seconds, lost in a spell of our own thoughts, until there was a knock at the door. “Room service.”