Second story <3
I stood in front of the mirror, buckling the wide black belt around my waist. I smoothed the white dress, wondering at what had possessed me to buy it in the first place. I went and sat on the bed, slipping my feet into my black suede pumps. My phone whistled at me.
LordOfMine – Meeting is running a little long. Sorry, I’ll be up soon. Don’t leave without me!
I sighed.
Me – Fiiine. I guess I can wait. Good thing there’s no reservations there. I think I miss you already ;)
I threw the phone on to the bed and flopped back, heaving another sigh.
I was only here for him. Because he had asked me to come, and it was beautiful here. And I had missed him. And from his greeting last night, he had missed me too. I idly scratched at my chest above the low collar of the dress.
Last night he hadn’t even waited until we were back in the hotel room, he had pressed me up against the elevator wall, his hands beneath my shirt and his mouth ravaging mine. It was heady, this being needed and wanted.
I sat up, looking at me in the mirrored closet door. My hair was pinned back, brilliant blue curls at the left of my head. The flat collar of the white dress ran along the upper part of my generous breasts, strapless and sunny. The black belt cinched at my waist, and the full white fluffy skirt beneath it fell to just below my knees. My black pumps gave me an extra 5 inches to my meager height.
He loved the shoes.
And he hadn’t even seen the dress yet.
My phone chirped again.
LordOfMine – I’d rather be anywhere than here listening to these guys pander to each other.
I laughed, keying in my reply.
Me – Like where? Paris? New York? Hawaii?
It didn’t take long for a response.
LordOfMine – Between your legs in any of those places would be paradise…
I coughed. A blush crept up my neck. I stood up and took a quick picture, sending it.
LordOfMine – Hello.. where did you get that?
Me – A store. I know, crazy right?!
LordOfMine – Smartass… it would look better on the floor.. just saying.
I snorted. I dropped the phone onto the bed again, before sitting and lifting the dress. No underwear, as requested. I closed my eyes, rubbing my hands over my body.
Remembering back to last night, when we hadn’t even made it all the way into the room before he was stripping me. He had taken me against the door, hammering into me like it was our first time.
My hand slid between my legs, my head turning to watch me in the mirror. My fingers delved deep, much the same way his usually did, nimble and all mine. Heat spread up my stomach as I rubbed, my clit still sensitive after his attentions last night.
My eyes eventually closed, as I lost myself in thoughts of him. My hands playing over my body, tugging and rubbing, stoking the need that was always present for him.
My hips began to move with my hand, and the pressure was satisfying in itself. Just before I reached my orgasm, I heard the beep of the hotel key card, and the quiet footsteps.
“Fuck,” he said, standing by the closet door, eyes on me. “Don’t stop on my account,” he murmured, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto the bed. I stared up at him, admiring his newly awry hair, big pupils. Then I went back to my self pleasure, and when I fell into bliss the last thing I saw was him adjusting his pants.
My ears were ringing so loudly after the orgasm, my heart a dead weight in my chest. I heard his raspy chuckle, opening my eyes to find him still watching me. He walked over and held out a hand. I placed mine in his, and he pulled me to my feet. His mouth found mine, not just a little bit of desperation in this kiss. I clung to his shirt, still dizzy from what I had accomplished on the bed.
Eventually he pulled away and led me to the sliding door of the balcony. He flipped the lock, sliding open the door and pulling me outside. I raised an eyebrow as he planted me at the railing, facing the ocean, his arms around me. He pressed close, his chest hot through his shirt against my back.
“I did not expect that,” he mused, lips at my ear. I nodded.
“Something about being here with you..” I said with a shrug, heat blasting my face. He kissed my head.
“Guess what?” he asked.
I looked back at him, and he gave me this.. smile. His hands settled next to mine on the high railing, his body still pressed close. “Think the railing is sturdy?” he surprised me.
“Uhm.. why?”
His hands left the railing and lifted the back of my dress. His knee nudged my legs apart, his hand finding my still wet arousal. His mouth found my ear again, “Because I’m going to fuck you right here,” he murmured. A shiver raced down my spine. “Wave to Mr. Earles, Aria,” he said, calling my attention to an older man walking a little squawky dog below us. I waved and the old guy waved back. I heard a zipper, a satisfied grunt.
Then his cock was pressed against my folds, hot and hard already. He rubbed his arousal across my own, gathering the wet and making my legs weak. His fingers gripped my hip when he finally entered me, agonizingly slow and meticulous. Pressed close, his breath shuddered against my shoulder.
He began to move, slow at first. This withdrawal that nearly left me breathless, then a fast thrust back, filling me again. He repeated it a few times, before his other hand wound around in front of me, finding my clit beneath the dress.
We heard a whistle, and he moved his hand at my hip to wave to an older woman below us. She kept on walking, none the wiser.
My head dropped to my arms, a low moan escaping me. “Oh – Nuh uh,” he said, “no cheating.” I looked back over my shoulder, and he raised an eyebrow. I gasped as he thrust again, harder. Then he was moving fast, his pelvis hitting my butt with every thrust. His hand was relentless, and within a few more hard thrusts I was on the edge. He kissed my shoulder, his fingers sending me over.
I barely swallowed the cry that wanted to escape, my body clenching on his cock as he kept moving. He held me up, his own orgasm taking him moments later, throbbing and heavy inside me. He made this strangled sound as he ground his hips against my butt, his fingers gripping my hip. My legs began to give out and he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me back against him, walking backwards to the chair near the door. He sat, still inside me on his lap.
I laughed.
He moaned.
Then he laughed. And all was perfect.
“You know, I’m really hungry now,” he said, brushing my hair from his face. I turned and looked at him. He wiggled his eyebrows, and I figured he wasn’t talking about dinner.
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