"Oh wait! Aren't you going to introduce me to your little friend?"
Michael paused and sighed, "Danielle, this is my fiancée Lila. Lila this is Danielle, she's an old college friend."
Lila barely got out a "Nice to meet you" before Danielle interrupted.
"Oh common Michael, we were more than that." She turned to Lila with a faux friendly smile. "We were college sweethearts."
Lila couldn't believe the gall of the woman. "Yes, I remember the name. I think he asked you to marry him right?" Lila beat her to what was no doubt to be her next punch.
"Yes, I was the first." Danielle replied unfazed with a little triumph to her tone.
"And you responded by not only dumping him but by taking up with a new boyfriend a week later? Oh dear, if it sounds like I'm judging, but I'm not. After all, now I get to marry him! And I plan on being the last!" Lila gave her an exaggerated sickly sweet smile right back.
She had no idea how she'd managed to channel her inner Katie but it was exhilarating! Danielle's smile became brittle and she turned back to Michael.
"Your fiancée is a cute little thing isn't she? Interesting that you told her about us. So it seems you still think of me then? Oh but dear, where's your ring? Is it out getting polished or..." she made a little moue "are you having a little bit of a tiff?"
Michael responded to her. "Actually my mother's ring needed to be fitted. Lila and I have a previous engagement so we'll be leaving now. Goodbye."
Lila smiled and gave a little wave. If the bitch said another word she was going to end up in the pool. Part of her wished she would while the other shuddered at the idea of making the gossip sheets.
"Call me sometime Michael, we should catch up." Danielle called after them.
Michael stopped and turned his head to respond coldly, "No, I'd rather not. Goodbye."
He led Lila across the hotel lobby to the elevators. She was still agitated by the small altercation with Danielle and didn't seem to notice. He caught the words "bitch" "viper" "pool" and "gossip" but was too focused on the task ahead of him, to pay close attention. Watching her cut Danielle down to size had been amusing, surprising and had turned him on a little. Hell, who was he kidding? She'd turned him on by the simple act of breathing. She finally calmed down and came to awareness when the elevator doors closed.
"Where are we going?"
"I got us a room sweetheart."
Lila smiled, "Oh."
When she made to lean up to kiss him, he pulled back and pointed at the corner. There was a camera. She moved back to the other wall of the escalator and gave him a smile. His eyes moved over her torso and heated.
"Good. We have to talk."
Michael shook himself out of his contemplation of her breasts and asked, "Actually, yes we do but I was hoping to relax first... in bed."
The elevator came to a stop with a ping and the doors slid open. Taking her hand, he led her to their suite. As soon as he closed the door, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a deep kiss. His hands slid from the small of her back, up into her hair. Dislodging pins and causing the blue black mass to cascade down her back.
"I love the way you do your hair. No sticky stuff and it's so soft and silky." His fingers dug into it, close to the scalp. He fisted his hands and gently pulled. Lila was surprised at how erotic the gentle hair pulling felt. Her nipples pebbled. He loosened his hold of her hair and began to slowly run his fingers down the length of her tresses. Lila took the opportunity to stand on her tip toes and try to pull his head down for another kiss. As their lips came a few within an inch of each other, his hands gripped her hair again and he forced her still. He breathed on her wet, glistening lips. Thwarted, Lila whimpered and writhed against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, side to side.
He licked her top lip and when he moved to her bottom lip, Lila intercepted his tongue with her own. He allowed it and their breaths mingled. Lila wrapped her lips around his tongue and sucked. After a second or so he pulled back.
"Michael what are you doing?" Lila protested, she was already wet and wanting him inside her.
Not answering, he released one hand from her hair and brought it up to her breast to pinch a nipple. Lila's body jerked in reaction. One hand clutched the back of his neck while the other rested on his shoulder. Slowly his hand began its decent and Lila's world shrunk to the movement of his hand down her body. When it reached her mound and cupped her, Lila shuddered. His hand molded the fabric of her dress to her pussy and his finger felt for, then pressed her clit. Moaning, Lila slumped against him.
"I want you to strip for me Princess."
He abruptly let her go and stepped past her into the room. Surprised Lila followed him. He hadn't turned on a light but it wasn't needed. The light of the full moon came through the huge wall to wall, floor to ceiling, window. The lights of the city glittered from below, giving them a breathtaking view. Michael sat down on a couch facing the window and turned to look at her with a smile.
"You up for it?" He asked.
"Yes." She replied. The moonlight and view gave her a feeling of enchantment. She felt sexy and powerful.
Moving in front of him, Lila unzipped the side of her dress. Bending down, she gripped the lower half of her dress and whipped it up and off of her, or tried. Gosh dang it. She'd forgotten the straps of the dress had snaps to attach to her bra straps. The stupid dress was still hooked to her bra. Sexy and powerful quickly gave way to embarrassed and flustered.
Lila sensed Michael getting up and walking toward her. She refused to look at him and tried to unsnap her bra strap from her dress. She felt his fingers brush hers aside, and finally she looked at him as he bent close to release the snaps. He was biting his lip to keep from laughing. When he unsnapped both sides Lila gave him a peeved push. He burst into laughter and pulled her into his arms. She resisted with both hands against his chest and gave him a grumpy pout.
"Ah sweetheart, what uh... were those?"
"They hold the dress straps over my bra straps so the bra doesn't show through. I'm such a dufus." she muttered.
"No, you're adorable. That was the best strip tease I've ever witnessed."
Lila took one of her hands from his chest, to punch him in his shoulder. He used the opportunity to pull her flush against him. She could hear the rumble of his chuckles beneath her ear and she found herself grinning despite herself. She had probably looked very silly.
His laughter quieted and he nuzzled her ear. Lila burrowed closer to him as his hands began to move up and down her back, making her aware that she now stood in her underwear and heels. Her breath hitched as he unsnapped her bra and continued running his hands up and down her back. On the next pass his hands moved lower to cup and squeeze her ass and then push her panties down. Lila stepped out of them, let her bra drop and looked up at him. The moonlight played in his blond hair, turning a few strands silver. His eyes moved down her body.
Once again his hand reached down to squeeze a nipple, once, twice then he moved his other hand to the mate to press them both at once. His hands looked dark on her skin, watching him fondle her made her knees weak. As one hand slid down her stomach, Lila again turned her gaze up to Michael's face. He was looking down at his hands, his face tense and focused. She shuddered as his hand cupped her wet pussy. Fingers speared through the small patch of hair to slide along her slit. They found her hood, shyly peaking out between folds. He pinched the small nerve ending gently between his thumb and forefinger. Lila shuddered and cried out his name. He used his index finger to press her button and then rub it. Lila shuddered some more and moaned his name. He kept up his fondling, pinching her clit and then pressing and rubbing it until Lila felt for sure his hand must be soaked with her moisture.
Suddenly she found herself facing the window. Using one hand to firmly grip her hip, Michael guided her to bend forward and brace her upper body against the window with her arms. Lila sensed him behind her and heard him unzip his pants. She felt the hot, hard head of his cock against the seam of her ass. Slowly he moved it down and used the broad head to caress her slit, up and down to coat it with her cream. Finally he centered himself and thrust. He didn't get too far. He hadn't taken her in this position before and he knew he felt big to her. One hand moved to her clit, and he began caressing her again. At her moan, Michael pulled back and thrust again and again until he had buried himself to the hilt.
