With a quick swipe of the card, we are in. The suite has a simple minimalist layout. The floor-to-ceiling windows give us the same view as we had at Cloud 23 over the city, taking in her every detail and there are two bathrooms, one with a shower and one with a bathtub. A bathrobe dangles from the hook with some complimentary slippers on the floor.
I peel my black dress off, slowly working my hands across my skin and stepping out of it to leave it coiled on the floor. I go to remove my bra but there is no need. He holds me from behind, directing me towards the bathroom mirror. We stand together for a few brief moments, as I revel in the touch of his shaved jaw and chin on my neck, before he leans in closer to adorn me with the softest of kisses. His thumb and forefinger reach for my bra clasp and within a few seconds my breasts are exposed in front of the mirror.
‘Be a good girl for me and run that shower would you?’ I lean back, matching his kiss and wrapping my hands around his neck, basking in his affection for as long as I can. Wearing just my panties, I idle across to the shower controls and turn the dial, setting the temperature gauge to something warmer than usual to combat the ferocious cold outside. The water comes spurting out from the nozzle overhead, flowing directly downwards. It starts off freezing but soon warms up and I slip my fingers between my thighs and my panties before gradually rolling them down towards my ankles. He watches me get into the shower, the clear jets washing my body clean and the sensation overwhelming me in a quick jolt of pleasure.
As the water runs across me, I move my hands across the sore and aching parts of me – my shoulders, my hamstrings, my neck and stomach. The steam begins to rise to shroud the proceedings in a cloak of eroticism as I struggle to see him through the glass, but I know he is there somewhere. A minute passes and I run the shampoo through my hair, rinsing out the oil and dirt, the vapour billows around me, wrapping my body in a protective layer. Having finally undressed amidst the steam, his suit and shirt hung up on the hook, he steps in with me. He is so lean, even more so than how I remembered him last week at climbing. He has the body of an Olympian, a gymnast, not overly-muscled, but so lean and domineering.
I close my eyes and let my fingers massage his tense muscles just above his collarbone. They slide down to his chest and my hands move in a circular motion, gliding across the slick definition he has developed. Beneath the surface I can sense the power he holds there, my mind wanders to that chest positioned directly above me as I hold onto his back for dear life. The water caresses my sex as his body begins to turn me on immeasurably. In return, his hands roam across my breasts and down to my stomach as he makes a come hither motion before bringing his fingers back to my expectant mouth.
His hands move faster, in a smooth rhythm, beginning to envelop everything. They roam ever further downwards, eating up the space and I instinctively reach for the glass behind me, pinning my palms to it as his fingers encircle my most intimate parts, my sensitive bud. Without having to look down, I sense what is happening to me in swift bursts of time. My breathing is starting to intensify to a sharp pitch as I hold my mouth close to his ear. Ever so slowly, so deliberately, he looks directly into my eyes and slowly slides his first finger inside me as I gasp and close my eyelids.
The sensation overwhelms me, a million shots of hot lightning flowing to my nerve endings as his touch moistens me down there, interacting with the trickle of the water in a sensual symphony. He moves his finger ever so slightly down there and using his other hand reaches for my neck, pinning me against the glass, the water cascading down my belly in a rich waterfall as the momentum builds. His grip prevents me from movement, prevents me from resistance, prevents me from ceasing the tides of pleasure beginning to wash over my hungry body.
He takes his time, he is no rush with me and we have all night. The grip around my neck hardens as he inserts a second finger inside me, his motions are ever so slow but firm and controlling. I am powerless to that touch, I might release at any moment and I cannot stop him. To align with him, my hips begin to rock back and forth, my neck held in place, my unstoppable climax gaining acceleration. My hands come clasping behind his thick back as he continues and I dig my nails in as hard as I can as my breaths become short inhales and exhales. It is not hyperventilating but it feels close as my moans draw louder and louder.
‘James. Don’t stop.’ I manage to utter from my restricted lungs.
His grip only tightens and he speeds up, making a circling motion with his fingers. I close my eyes as the water beats down, the warm currents flow across me and intermix with my moisture. My hands reach for something, anything as the sensation becomes impossible to hold back. I’m so wet and he knows it all too well, he knows how excited he gets me and he will not stop.
‘James, I…I. Oh god, oh god!’
My entire body begins to quiver for what seems like an eternity, as he slaps my ass with a strict swipe. The blood courses through my veins and my heart pounds with an unrivalled fury as I flood his fingers – my wetness enveloping over his tips and knuckles. He holds me to restrict my flailing and slowly retracts his fingers from inside me. Through the steam and the rising plumes of vapour I see his shaft engorged for me. He is so erect for me, the eccentric veins running down the body, his abs next to his jagged lines, veering towards his rock hard sex, it is all too much to take in.
‘Just relax baby, don’t squirm too much.’
‘I’m trying.’ I’m breathless. You made me do it.
He kisses me softly everywhere, his lips tracing my belly, my inner thighs, my breasts. And finally he tastes what he has done to me, his tongue making long stroking movements as I grab his hair and rummage my fingers through those locks. He moves back up my body and returns to my lips, the fires of passion and love lighting up those beautiful eyes, he has some words for me.
‘We’re going to the bed.’ There was no wavering in his voice, no ambiguity, he was in charge tonight.
He lifts me in the shower and turns the stream off as we move onto the bathmat outside, grabbing a towel he dries my body, letting the fibres work into my delicate skin. I feel oddly shy, my face reddened with the excitement and exhaustion of what he had just made me do. He leaves me to dry my hair and I rub furiously to wring the moisture out of my strands before wrapping it to my head.
Walking through the suite, I walk to the edge of the bed as he reclines with his towel over his lower body, just finishing above his knees. Letting the towel on my head drop to the floor, it makes a soft thud as I walk over to him and crawl onto the bed on my hands and knees, sidling up to him and planting a kiss on his lips. He reciprocates and devours me, moving across my mouth in sudden and unrestrained ways. Feeling down his body, I slip my hands underneath his towel and unravel it from around his waist, pulling it over his feet before throwing it to the floor.
In the background, the city lights twinkle against the stars as the night roars into full swing. I switch the bedroom lights off just by the headboard and a blackness descends on our activity, but not for long as the lights illuminate most of the bed, shadows placed at every angle through the ceiling-high windows.
He is just as erect as before, his shaft is so long and firm. I kiss him by his kneecaps and work my way up his muscular quads and thighs, enjoying every moment I can grip onto him. Using his grasp, he holds tightly onto the back of my neck at the base of my hair to dictate my movements and my mouth moves closer to his magnificent cock. Gradually, I shift from his inner thigh and roll the tip of my tongue across his smooth surface, eating up the distance with a keen fervour. I need him inside my mouth.
‘You feel so good James, so hard, so strong.’
He spreads his arms out on the pillows and arches his back slightly as I slide my mouth over his taut sex, my hands gripping his upper thighs for support. He tastes so good after our shower, the scents patter my nostrils and arouse my senses fully as his masculine essence clings to me. His cock feels slickened, covered in my moisture as I hungrily consume him and look up to him from lower down on the bed.
‘Keep going baby, you need me inside you don’t you, you’ve been a disobedient girl and you need me inside to set you straight.’
‘Yes, anything for you.’
Raising myself from my huddled position, I move upwards on the bed and swing my legs across his body, facing him directly on my knees before teasing him for a few seconds. But I cannot wait long, the anticipation is too great. He slides inside me, closing my eyes and my legs feel weakened and numb as I try to catch my breath properly.
‘Ooooh god…gosh.’ I’m gasping again, he feels impossibly big within me. The cool reflection of the moon bursts against my back. The whole city can see us, but I do not care, this moment, this evening was made for us, for the true consummation of our blossoming love. He slaps me quickly to bring my focus back and with some considerable effort I tilt my head backwards and writhe back and forth on top of him, taking every inch of him as deep as I can.
The pressure is extreme and I feel completely filled up, brimming with him, but I look down to admire his physique. His athletic form taking my mind further and further to new heights of delicious pleasure. Wrapping his hands around my hips, he begins to thrust upwards to create a new sensation and I meet him, our bodies colliding in a fierce confrontation. There is so much force behind his thrusts and my nerves are shattered with every stroke. Leaning back further, I grind my hips back and forth, his shaft angling towards all of my erogenous zones as I glisten with wetness again. The sweat builds on my chest with the exertion as we moan together against the sounds of the night.
‘That feels so good. I want you inside me all night James.’
Quickly and without warning he flips me over with his might, pinning my arms to my side so I am immobile. His stunning body lurches over me, keeping me constrained as he holds my ankles in the air and applies his weight, I can feel all of his power and his desire in those biceps and that grip, dominating me, allowing me to submit to his every will. His solid abs constrict my legs and arms and he slowly moves his right hand to my neck, choking me with a brutal strength, his intentions ever clearer.
His core engaged, I see his abs crunch together in a mosaic-like pattern, his masculinity ebbing and flowing as he begins to stroke in and out of me, changing his pressure on my throat. I am helpless at this point to stop every deep manoeuvre. The beaming colours come dashing through the window, splattering the bed in a hazy mixture of moonlight and neon and his body illuminates, all the contours and lines instantly visible to me, like a classical painting.
His strokes build in speed as my body starts heaving to the rhythm and my eyes roll backwards in appreciation of his control. Don’t stop James. The blazing sensation grows as he pummels me harder and harder; our bodies making a slapping sound alongside his vigorous attack. His hand is still on my throat and he decides to constrict my breathing as he moves through my wet folds at a devastating speed. I don’t know how much longer I can take it.
‘James, I can’t, I can’t…I…I.’
‘Good girl, you’re so tight and wet for me.’
He only gets faster and my face turns a bright crimson red as the same sensation from the shower comes rushing over me. But I am underneath him, squirming is impossible this time and I just have to take the explosive current somehow. I scream loudly as he releases some of his grip from my throat and he slaps me again whilst my constrained shuddering begins. I can’t describe how hot that feels. My toes curl in the air and I gradually let my feet idle down his chest and down his stomach. I am exhausted already and my brain is shut down temporarily as my heart and my kinky side take over in full swing. I stare at him wide-eyed, not speaking a word as he leans over towards me, his blue eyes steering through to my core.
‘Fuck. That was hot.’ He hisses, with a lover’s menace behind his words.
I’m speechless. Shivers run rapidly down my spine as I try to anticipate what his next plans are for me.
‘But I think you need to bent over looking out at the city.’
I agree.
He orders me to stand by the window, my legs spread apart for him. He doesn’t have to ask twice. On bambi stilts, I cross the floor gingerly, the shadows and light moving across my breasts and stomach, my hair gleaming in a playful dance with the hues of the night.
I come to the window and place my hands on the glass, it is cool to my touch, a welcome respite from the warmth of the sheets. The city is in full view, the noise of traffic and sirens ringing out to our floor. I can see very small outlines of people on the pavements below, but it is such a long way down. I wonder if they can see me, I want them to see me, to see us, it turns me on even more so to know we might be being watched.
I wait a few seconds before feeling him grab a fistful of my hair. I blush momentarily, thinking of the view he must have, me bent over and exposed for him like this.
‘Stay where you are.’ He commands. Inch by inch he brackets my hips and grinds his shaft into me from behind. A feral growl comes from him. I almost convulse from him entering me so forcefully and I raise my head back up to meet his.
‘Please James. Please.’
But he is in charge.
‘What did I tell you? Stay where you are.’ With the crook of his elbow to my neck he holds me still before ravaging me with a vicious spanking. Two or three colossal hits, to tell me to stay down. Yes sir.
I bend over again, transfixed with our reflection in the glass, a blurry scene of potent lovemaking interspersed with the atmosphere of the Manchester skyline. He pulls my supple body into his, repeatedly, never letting go as he yanks my hair, disciplining me fully for my slight transgression. My hands are slipping on the glass from the sweat building up as the heat transferring between our bodies is never-ending. But I try to keep them there as I bite down into my lip, drawing a tiny amount of blood. His free hand moves to where he spanked me and I see him in the reflection, a slight smile forming in his mouth before he caresses me there, creating tingles through my lower body.
His darkened gaze roams across me as he admires my performance for him. He seems pleased with me, enamoured with my body and I flicker my eyes continuously as he stares at me in the reflection.
‘I think you like looking at yourself don’t you Miss Richardson.’
‘Yes Mister Wilson.’ The words barely escape me as another gasp and moan are released from my desperate lungs.
‘Look at you. You’re being ravished. You’re so responsive for me.’
He is building again, his sex plowing into me from behind with ever more speed and force. His hand moves along my moist back, detailing every little part and he tugs ever firmer on my hair. He is so rough with me, so in control, so sure of how he wants to have me, he staggers me. His erection is unspeakably hot and rigid and caresses through my delicate folds with each energetic thrust. My moans begin happen with each thrust as I hear him breathing harder too. He is close I can feel it. The friction and stimulation feels so good and I close my eyes with the ecstasy beginning to course through me again.
‘Oh baby. Don’t stop.’
‘No talking.’
He leans over and pants his hot breath into my neck as my hands slide at a glacial pace down the glass. He bucks into me, fucking me like only he can, the tension coils up inside me but I cannot bear it for too much longer. I sense we are going to come together. His hips move at a blurring speed as the slapping sounds of our bodies resound across the room, I take his full girth and length as his ever hardening shaft fills me.
My moans increase in loudness and his breathing gets louder. My hands lose their grip and my legs buckle from the pressure as I lose all ability to instruct my body. My orgasm bursts free from me in a cracking shudder as I feel him pulsing inside me, his body stiffening to a granite-like hardness. The aftershocks are hard to take, the sweat pours down my back and he brings me up to him, my head rolling back onto his shoulder as he begins tenderly kissing my ears and the cusp of my neck. The world stands still for a few minutes as he caresses me gently, still inside me, still forcing me into his body.
‘Well done baby. That was amazing.’ He says with a husky whisper.
We have no energy left to walk backwards towards the bed and we collapse on the floor, the carpet cushioning some of the blow. My chest rises and falls with his in tandem as I lay on top of him. I have submitted but I feel content in the beginnings of his post-coital embrace.
‘That was…’ Words fail me.
A moment so intense, there was no reason to try small talk so quickly. We lie on the ground, still, for what feels like ten years. Time stretches out before me as the stars twinkle in the sky above, I think I should make a wish at some point this Valentine’s.
I turn to him with an urgency in my voice. ‘I love you James, you know that right? I know it sounds crazy after only a few months, but I am a complete woman with you.’ I hated sounding so defensive again, so needy but it was the truth. I felt vulnerable with such a statement but I wanted to hear him say it back.
‘I know baby. I know.’ His tone is hushed. In that James way where he can settle everything down after the heady heights of an emotional rollercoaster. I can tell he is thinking the same thing, he is as taken with the sentiment as I am. The thought calms me down after a moment of worry. ‘I love you too. I am not the sentimental type but there’s something about you, you bring the best out of me.’
Sighing and smiling, I keep my ear to his chest, listening to the distinct thud of his unbridled heart, and the steady movement of his lungs.
‘This was a perfect Valentine’s James. It was almost scripted. I wish we could do this more often.’
‘We can.’ He replies.
‘But all of your business commitments?’
‘New business can wait.’ Oh yeah that was mentioned.
I prop myself up to gaze into his gorgeous blue eyes and I kiss his hair. I hope I can be this close to him all the time.
‘Something about being in the heights of the city, you feel more vulnerable and more attuned to yourself and each other in these surroundings. It really awakens something in me’. I can tell.
‘Me too.’ I reply. My head nuzzles into his chest as I purr and murmur with his arm hugging me close, holding onto me for dear life.
‘Let’s do it again in another city.’
‘Why Mister Wilson, does this mean more travel to far-flung destinations?’ For just once my life could become a vacation, I was content with that.
‘Hmm. It just might.’
And so there I lay. On top of this muscular chest, the tendons moving below me, shifting like the sand under a thousand feet. My hand graced through his hair as he held me to him, his heartbeat pounding through to mine. He looked so peaceful, so at ease with himself and the world, ready to drift off into his dreams but not before one last kiss for the night. Our night in the sky.
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