So the meeting was dire. He was being so professional and she wasn't. She could barely sit still.. Every time she glanced his way, she felt him yesterday.. Fucking her hard in a tired hotel room.
He'd nearly made her come when she was driving.. Fingers soft and hard, stroking drawing her.. Hand separating her thighs.. By the time they arrived at the hotel all she could imagine was the enormous cock she'd felt through the fabric. She could hardly speak as they entered the room.. All senses were focussed on him. So he'd made her come violently with his expert tongue that when she thrust her hand between her legs she'd felt hot, wet, pulsing... God, she needed him to fuck her.
So he took her, watching as he entered and possessed her.. Driving her again and again to ultimate rabelaisian pleasure. She so wanted him to come in her, to give as well as receive. But she only got a taste of him that night....
There had been another hotel room.. Another life.. She'd been on room service duty and had carried the Champagne up six flights. He was standing at the window, looking over the city, and didn't even turn round when she entered. Although it was twilight he had not turned the lights on and the only illumination was the street lamps and the neon below.
Just open it.... He dismissed..
She complied.
The cork exploded from the bottle with the congested force of the journey, covering her as well as the wall. He ricocheted around at the noise, swearing. She stood, petrified, expecting the worst. But a surprise..She was still holding the bottle.
He appraised and decided.
Well, I've never had it served like that before.. Eyes narrowed, a question?
He came close and looked at her.. Dripping with the freezing bubbles.. Hair, eyelashes even the tip of her nose.
She stayed still as he, approached he slowly, ran a finger along her collar bone, dipping into the tight crease of her cleavage, collecting the golden droplets and offered her mouth his finger.
