(This story picks up exactly where Ch. 1 left off.)
She nearly falls into the room, languidly stepping as her body tries to adjust from the erotic explostion she just had while pressed against the door in the hallway.
He holds the door open with his outstretched left hand, watching her unsteady movements and smiling. Leaning down, he grabs the things he made her drop while he made her cum – the little white box filled with silk and her safe word, the white rose, her purse.
"Hope you are truly rested babydoll," he says as he stands erect and slips inside, shutting the door behind them until its gentle click tucks them into their hideaway.
She steps deeper into the suite, noticing that he spared no expense for whatever it is he has planned. The marble of the short foyer opens into a living area, with a complete kitchen and wet bar, and a door that surely opens into a bedroom. She walks a few more steps, warm from her quiet and hard cum, and then turns, leaning her sweet tight ass against the other side of the kitchen counter. Her brown eyes catch him leaning against the door, with the pleasure of a voyeur in his eyes. They both stand there for a moment, looking at each other. He stands up straight, and places the white box, purse, and rose on a small marble-topped table in the foyer. He glances once into the mirror above the table and sneers at the wicked look on his own face before nonchalantly removing his blazer and hanging it up in the closet to his right.
The erotic silence seems to make it warmer in the room when he finally turns to face her again.
"You are very bad, Sammyo, " she laughs that little wicked laugh that he adores and moves across the room like a leopard stalking its prey, pressing her body to him. He grabs her radiant auburn hair and kisses her hard, spinning her back to the side wall, grinding to her. Their mouths mash together. His cock presses hard to her, so aroused from what they had already done, and the promise of what all was still ahead. Their breaths laboring as the kiss builds, and she wraps a leg around his. He groans into her mouth and then pulls his lips from hers, meeting her fiery gaze.
"This is just the appetizer, Tori."
"Oooooo. You sure you can keep up?" Her eyes sparkled whenever that little wicked laugh came out, and it made his cock twinge. He smiles at her, and reaches into her right palm, retrieving the choker. He makes a deliberate production out of unwrapping it from around her hand, and then slowly fastening it around her neck. She gasps softly when he leans in and takes a luxurious nibble of her long neck as he finishes.
"I'm not the one who should be concerned," he replies with a sly little smirk and pulls from her, walking toward the door to the bedroom and inside it. She watches him and toys with the leather choker around her neck, and then follows. When she steps into the bedroom, she finds him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes caressing her body slowly.
She lets him look, and her eyes roam his face, and down his chest, to the bulge in his pants. She wets her lips, and lifts her eyes to see his burning into her flesh, and finally she speaks. "And what should I do master," she mocks his intentions with her playful smile.
He flashes a smile, and then is intensely serious. He points to the foot of the bed, motioning for her to move there. "Undress, my little pet." The words made her bite her lip, and if she wasn't still wet the words might have started her moistening.
She slowly moves toward him, and unbuttons a few buttons on her red clingy blouse, swaying her sweet hips, her tight legs spread just a little. She smiles wickedly to herself, knowing he'll love the mesh bra and panties she wore underneath as a surprise. She closes her eyes and moves her body seductively, turning from him to face herself in the giant floor-to-ceiling mirror that is as wide as the bed. She can't remember seeing herself this wanton. She finishes unbuttoning, watching every move of her reflection. With her blouse hanging open, her eyes move around the room, noticing some of his clothes hanging, no sign of his laptop or any work, and not a thing that would indicate just what he was up to. She starts peeling the blouse from her soft shoulders when she hears him moving from the bed, and turns to see him opening the curtains to the balcony, spilling warm sunlight throughout the room and onto her body.
"Don't stop, Tori, keep going," he smiles, the erection in his pants so very noticeable. She didn't realize that she had stopped with the surprise of hearing him move. She begins to move her tight body again, her eyes noticing how close the building next door is, the ease with which someone could peer over and possibly see, but she dismisses it as he moves back to the bed and sits, watching her. She finally removes her blouse and lets it fall to the floor. She crosses her hands over her chest, and turns to him, swaying her hips, dancing for him, taking her time showing off her surprise. When she finally peels her hands way he moans audibly at the sight of her bra, her pink nipples noticeably hard and pressing against the black mesh, her fair skin such a wicked contrast to the dark garment. He exhales with a growl as her hands move to her black skirt, unbuttoning, unzipping. His eyes drag over her body lewdly but he remains in a relaxed posture, leaning back on his hands.
Her hands move over the mesh of her bra, teasing her own nipples before sliding down her tight torso and pushing the skirt down her long lean legs. She turns, wiggling her hips, letting him get a good long look, and watching his reactions in the mirror. Her back arches as she pushes her ass higher into the air, a position he just had her in out in the hallway only moment before. The devilish smile dances across her lips. "Like this?" she muses as she watches him in the mirror and feels the want inside her building.
"Mmmhmmm...just like that," he answers, smiling. "Now why don't you come over here a little closer, sit on my lap."
"Oooo yes daddy!" she giggles once and smiles broadly. While turning she lets herself glance over her own scrumptious body in the mirror for a moment before facing him.
She walks over, pressing one knee onto the bed and against his leg, straddling him then pressing down to him. He slowly sits up straight, her body pressing against his, his face just above her breasts covered in the tantalizing mesh. His hands slowly reach and brush over her soft skin at her waist. He looks up into her eyes and holds her deep gaze, and his eyes seem to burn into hers. The intensity and desire seems more than usual, and it surprises her.
"Hmmm...what are you thinking Sam?" she said in a voice quieter than it was meant.
"Shhh...don't question anything..now you tell me something pet..what's your safe word?"
"Oh that..ummm..." his hands slowly swirl on her back, his fingers spread wide, drawing designs on her flesh softly. She gently rocks against his throbbing cock through his pants, taking a moment to recall the word before replying, "it's pearl."
"Don't forget it," he said then crushes his mouth to hers, his hands sliding up her back into her hair as she grinds her pelvis down against his, rolling and rocking her hips. His tongue plunges into her mouth and she eagerly welcomes it, both of their moans mingling. The kiss lengthens and she feels his hardness pressing up against her through her panties, and rides against it eagerly. His hands sift through her hair, then without warning he gathers two fistfuls and pulls, forcing her head back. She yells at the sudden unexpected primal attack but she feels the tingle all the way deep into her pussy.
"Don't get too comfy, either," he snarls, pulling harder on her highlighted hair, forcing her back to arch, her mesh bra pushing towards the ceiling until he leans his head down and attacks her left breast through the mesh, sucking and biting hard. She gasps in approval and pushes her chest toward his mouth. He bites hard on the one and his tongue tastes her skin through the mesh of her bra. He roughly brushes his face against the mesh as he moves from one to the other, biting and sucking the right nipple through the bra. His hands remain locked in her hair. She moans, her eyes forced up at the ceiling, her body doubled-back, her feet below her pulled-back head.
His left hand releases its grip from her hair and only to come SMASHING down on her ass, and she yelps with pleasure. And just as quickly his hand returns roughly to her hair. With a secure grip on her highlighted tendrils, he quickly rolls, forcing her to the bed with his body—still clothed-- between her legs.
He growls and roughly covers her mouth with his, grinding his hardness down against her soaking mesh-panty-clad pussy. Her toned legs lock around his waist and she lifts her hips up to his throbbing cock, hoping it will burst through his pants and impale her. They whimper as the kiss drags on, and then he pulls back again, rolls off the bed and steps away. Panting, he stands over her to her left.
"You're still clothed. Take them off," he said hoarsely.
She sits up, turning her legs to the floor, and then stands. Kicking off her heels, she reaches behind and unclasps her bra. Slowly peeling the straps down one arm and then the other, her pink nipples exposed to the coolness of the room. He watches and licks his lips. She brings her hands to her slender waist, turning around, and hooks her thumbs under her mesh panties that glisten with wetness and peels them slowly down her legs, making sure to bend over so he could watch her ass wiggle, and steps out. He walks up to her, grasping her hips gently, and walks her around the bed to the sliding glass door. The sunlight hits her body, heating it up even more. He presses behind her, and slides his hands up her body, cupping her breasts. Her eyes scan the other windows of the building across the way to see if anyone is watching, a mixture of pleasure and fear swirling inside her.
He bites her neck suddenly hard, just behind her right ear, letting his teeth dig in more than a little. She yelped, her eyes shut hard and she cranes her neck to give him more access. She purrs while his tongue lashes at her flesh between his teeth. His hands cup her breasts, fingers exploring as she rolls her ass back toward him. He lifts his mouth to her ear, and in a voice barely above a husky whisper says, "Have you seen anyone watching yet?"
