The One Addicted(102)
God, I love her.
I push Toni away from me, like a dirty dish cloth, and take Lucia’s outstretched hand. My previous employee had had more than she deserved of civility from both of us under the circumstances. Crushing Lucia to me, we head to towards the lift, my heart is beating so fast I can practically see it pounding in my chest. We stop at the Reception Desk and advise the Night Manager of the situation and he agrees to assist Toni to her room, which is more than she deserves under the circumstances. Standing in wait for the light to ping on the lift, seems like an age but we do so silently, linked at all times. At last the doors open and we enter; the second that they close I am on her.
We enter the suite, heat building between us and I kick the door closed and grab her - she instantly wraps one leg around mine bringing me closer, her passion as wild as mine. Possessing. Worshipping. Whispering, words of love and sex and want as I try to absorb every part of her in one gut-wrenching kiss. My heart aches, my whole body is tight. I need to devour her in one sitting but I’m reminded that tonight is special - it was our last night away and after what she’d just proved to me - her total and complete trust in me - I wanted to worship and adore her.
I walk towards the bed throwing the keycard down on the desk, manage to remove my jacket whilst we kiss and my hand returns to splay across her back, into her familiar curves.
“God, Lu, you are so beautiful.”
She moans at my words but they are not enough. I can’t seem to find the words to express how I feel anymore. My emotions are all over the place and I’ve never felt like this before. All I’ve wanted to do all night is bury myself deep inside her and now I wanted to treasure each second like it was the last. I suppose this was what love did to you?
I clasp her face between my hands, forcing her to look into my eyes; my soul. That’s when I see it - the exact same burning tortured need in her lime green pools and I draw her lips to mine and kiss her with exquisite slowness. Her groans encourage me and I skim her curves with one hand, the other firmly at the back of her head, pulling at the pins holding her hair in place, careful to keep the mask over her eyes. Her scent is intoxicating, as lock after lock of lush dark hair cascades in perfumed cloud down her back, and I revel in the silky, provocative touch of it.
“There, that’s better - now you look like, my Lulu. All sexy and wanton.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“There she is…”
Her lips clash with mine, her breasts hitting my chest and I’m caught unawares. No more time for slow. We are both far too into this; each other. I grab her behind, pushing her into my cock, cupping her perfect arse, which moulds to my hands like they were made to fit together and feel her tongue searching for mine. I locate the high split at her thigh and slip my thumb inside, dragging the fabric higher, opening her to me and meet no resistance and no underwear. For fucks sake she’d been telling the truth - she’d had no panties on the whole night and I’d waited until now to get close. My fingers tease at her groin, tickling the delicate skin there, feeling her fresh wax and soft sun-kissed skin, before dipping further and across her barely there pubic hair. I cup her for a moment, enjoying her sharp intake of breath, enjoying the power I feel at this second and the heat that surrounds my hands, before I move one finger inside. She tilts her pelvis ever so slightly to accommodate my touch and I push deeper.
“You are so wet for me.” My cock strains, desperate to be encapsulated in that hot wet place.
“I want you inside of me, Seb… PLEASE!”
I rotate a finger within her, then add a second and watch her eye colour deepen to emerald and then teal before me, the colour magnified against the glittering gold of her mask. With her lids now semi-closed in ecstasy, her hands grip my shoulders and full lips and beg to be kissed. I do just that, our tongues duelling whilst I pump my fingers inside her, deeper and deeper, then retract, before plunging again and then when she is panting in my arms, I swoop up and massage her neat little clit, all swollen and protruding.
“Ah, baby!”
Her bottom tenses and pushes forward in encouragement and I continue to rub, all the while passionately kissing her, her hands gripping my face, her breathing escalating, my other hand dropping to her waist to support her weight.
“Let’s go to the bed…let me touch you… get you naked!” her husky voice is desperate and I grimace - I want just that but I want to make her come first. I’m that turned on, that if she touched me, I fear it would be game over tonight and that’s something I’d never had to deal with. This woman did not know the control she has over me and that was something I’d like to keep that way, at least for a little while longer - it is the only grasp on control I have left where Lucia Myers is concerned.