Glory of Love (Steel)
I rub Emily’s arms as we walk from the elevator to our hotel door. Even with her in my arms the whole walk back to the hotel, her skin is still icy. It’s probably forty-five out, but she was standing in that icy mist for I don’t know how long.
We’ll need to get her a better coat tomorrow, so this doesn’t happen again.
“I can’t feel my toes,” Emily says.
And boots, we need to get her a good pair of boots. Not those flimsy shoes she’s wearing.
In the meantime, my mind is racing with the best way to warm her up. In front of the fireplace? In the whirlpool?
I swipe the key card, and Emily moans in disappointment when the light turns red. The sound lands straight on my cock, and I swipe the fucking card gain.
The green light shows, I open the door and I half hurl her through it. Letting the door close on its own, I hurry her into the bedroom. I unzip her coat, and start to pull it off her.
“I’m cold,” she says, tugging on the coat.
“That’s why I’m taking your cold clothes off, how are you going to warm-up with cold, damp clothes on?”
Emily drops her arms and lets her undress her, her teeth chattering the whole time. My jeans are sopping wet from when I kneeled in the puddle, but I don’t give a shit.
I slide down her pregnancy jeans, pull of her shirt and bra. Fuck her tits are bigger every time I see them. The sight of them hanging there, all heavy on her chest stiffens my cock.
“Get in bed,” I say, ripping back the comforter.
Naked and shivering, she climbs into the bed and I tuck the comforter tight around her neck.
“I thought you were coming in with me,” she says.
“I am, once I get my cold, wet clothes off,” I say as I kick my shoes off.
“I still can’t feel my toes.”
Naked, I climb under the covers with her and say, “Don’t worry, no better way to warm you up than with a little body heat.”
I wrap myself around her icy skin, and hold her tight, trying to give her my warmth. It’s still difficult to understand what happened this afternoon, but she’s here now, even though she now knows everything. My Emily.
My lips move across the cold skin of her cheeks, her chin still shivering. Our mouths press together, and I cup her cheeks to warm them. At first her lips are cold, but I kiss and suck them, and they thaw.
When the skin of her cheeks is warm, I move my hands lower. Caressing the tops of her shoulders and arms, making sure to keep the duvet tight over us.
I slide my body down, nipping and sucking to warm her skin as I move. As soon as my head is below her shoulders, I pull the duvet over it and tight around Emily’s neck again. It’s like I’m in a cave.
Her skin is already warmer from me pressing my body against it, though her nipples are already hard from the cold.
Taking one of the hard nubs in my mouth, I roll it around with my tongue. I cup her other tit in my hand, at least as much as now fits in my hand. How the fuck much bigger are they going to get?
Emily moans, and arches her back to push her tits closer to me. I suck her nipple as hard as I can and she gasps. The corners of my mouth turn up in a smile. I know her nipples have a direct line to her pussy, and it seems more intense now she’s pregnant.
I take her other nipple in my mouth, and suck harder and longer. Her knees shoot up, and she grinds her hips against me, but I keep on sucking, loving how crazy it’s making her. That should warm up her insides.
Emily lets out a high-pitched groan, and I let go of her nipple. I kiss and nip over her tits and down the soft skin of her front. It’s much warmer now, and feels hot against my lips.
As I kiss down over her belly, and notice for the first time that it’s growing. I brush my fingers over it, thinking of the future, our future, and how amazing it’s going to be.
She rocks her hips, and I carry on sucking and nipping at her skin, until I reach her mound.
Normally I’d kiss all around it, but the air under the blanket is heavy with lust. I crush my lips against hers, probing with my tongue to find her clit and suck it hard into my mouth. Emily gasps and starts moaning.
I suck her clit harder than I sucked her nipples, grinding my hard cock against the mattress at the same time. I keep on sucking her clit until she’s breathless from moaning so much.
Her hands grab my hair, and her body twists and turns as she comes. Fucking hell, I need to stop, before I blow my load the way I did that very first night with her.
I fly back up her body, my head emerges from under the covers and I plant my lips on hers for a quick, deep kiss. With my knee, I kick open her legs and without pausing, I push my cock straight into her slick pussy.
Still spasming from her climax, her walls grip my cock as I thrust into her. My balls tingle more every time my dragon cock is fully buried in her.
“Are you warm now?” I ask into her ear, my voice low.
“Very,” she says, her voice breathy.
“Good.”
I pull out of her, throwing the covers back with my body. I pause a moment to look down over my beautiful woman before gripping her arm, pulling her off the bed and planting her against the floor-to-ceiling window.
Her tits flatten against the glass, her hard nipples pearling in the center. I spread her legs and line my hips up behind her, pressing my tip against her entrance.
She lets out a light moan, and I push deep into her. I start to move, slowly at first, I want to make this last. My cock starts throbbing, and I stop moving.
“Enjoy this view, Goldie. This is me. This is who I am,” I say, my voice a growl.
Emily’s eyes widen as she looks out at the view below and moans.
Reaching around, I find her clit with my fingertips. One touch, her head turns to me, and her eyes roll back in her head. Her legs turn to jelly, and I hold her up by pounding my cock into her.
Her walls are spasming like crazy around me, making my dick tingle and throb like never before.
“Fuck,” I grunt as an intense orgasm smacks through me, and I fill her with my cum.
We lean against the window while we catch our breaths, silently watching the view below.
I grab the two fluffy, white bathrobes and drape one over her shoulders. After putting the other one, I take her hand and lead her to our living room. Emily sits on the sofa, and I flick the switch to turn on our gas fireplace.
Flopping down on the sofa beside her, I put my arm around her and pull her into me. She rests her head on my shoulder. We sit like that for ages.
“What’re you thinking?” I ask.
“No regrets,” she says, “Not a single fucking one.”
I kiss the top of her head, and wonder how the fuck I got here. Back in my home town, my home country, sitting in a swanky hotel suite, and most of all, with Emily in my arms and my baby in her belly.