Chapter 6: Gifts and Room Service
Her Mister's cock softens though it's still erect and sensitive as she cleans him with her mouth. The hot water from the shower head streams down his body, over his cock and into her mouth. He twitches reflexively as she licks and sucks his tip clean. His knees have partially buckled and he's braced himself against the wall. He looks down at her, his breathing still slightly labored, smiles then laughs softly.
"My Kitten, I wasn't expecting such a thorough cleaning!"
He exclaims. She smiles broadly up at him, stands up into his waiting arms, and buries her face into his chest. He turns them both around and into the stream of the shower's hot water. It cascades over them as they hug, cuddling together in its warmth. He nudges her gently with his chin, seeking her lips. They kiss gently, then fall into another series of deep passionate wet French kisses.
He releases her, bends, picks up the washcloth and squirts a dollop of soap into it. He methodically and thoroughly cleans her body from top to bottom. He makes sure not to miss an inch of her body. Her sex is throbbing, wanting more attention. She wants him to rub and finger her, yet she knows he's still recovering from her cock worship. He wrings the excess soap and water out of the washcloth, then they both rinse off together. As he turns off the water, she steps out of the shower, grabs one of the large fluffy white towels, and begins to dry off. She watches him as he steps out of the shower.
"Wow, he is a handsome man!"
She thinks to herself.
"How I got this lucky to spend time with him is nothing short of a miracle!"
She contemplates, still watching him as he begins to dry his body. She wraps the towel around herself, tucking it in the corner underneath her armpit to secure it. As he finishes drying his hair, she steps boldly up to him and assaults him with her mouth. Caught off guard, he steps back a couple steps before regaining his balance, then returns her assault with his mouth.
They kiss hungrily, passionately for a few minutes before coming up for air.
"My Kitten needs her collar back on her."
He says, smiling with his eyes. He picks up her collar and buckles it around her neck. She thrills at his touch, and her heart is elated by this gift to her.
"May we order some dinner now?"
She asks.
"I'm still hungry, though the oysters were delicious!"
She says.
"Absolutely My Kitten! I can eat a good dinner after that shower of ours."
He responds, smiling. As she walks out of the bathroom, she collects his clothes, straightens them as best possible, folds and hangs them in the closet. While she is doing this, he picks up her dress and collects her stockings and bra. He stands close behind her, reaches into the closet over her shoulder, and selects a hanger. He slips her dress over the hanger and places it into the closet.
"Your dress looks fabulous on you! When I first saw you in the lobby, I practically drooled all over myself."
He says. She smiles knowingly, thinking that's just what she wanted his reaction to be. His arm brushes lightly against her bare shoulder and goosebumps erupt over her body.
"Are you cold, My Kitten?"
He says as she slightly shivers.
"No. I'd like to get into something more comfortable though."
"I think I can help you with that."
He says with a devilish grin. He walks over to the bed's foot bench where their suitcases are and rummages through his suitcase. He produces a small, wrapped parcel, walks back to her, and hands it to her.
"Another small gift AND a surprise!"
He says, winking. She is delightfully surprised and a bit confounded too!
"Does he know that I bought him a gift too!"
She thinks. She sits down in the nearby chair and unwraps the parcel. Inside is purple lace.
A mask or article of clothing?
She guesses. She pulls the lace out and unfolds it.
Purple lace lingerie?
He interrupts her internal musings and says,
"It's a crotchless lace romper. I'm pretty sure it's the right size."
She looks at him with delight, grinning widely.
"Oooh, I've got to put this on now!"
She says excitedly, jumping up. Her towel falls to the floor into a small heap at her feet.
Naked, in full view of her Mister, she slips into the romper. The lace is soft on her skin and feels good. She steps over the mirror above the dresser.
"He's right! It is the right size. And I look good, sexy, downright sinful in it too!"
She pings up and down excitedly before running back to him, knocking him back into the bed. She straddles him, kissing his face while he laughs.
"Guess you like it!"
He says between his chuckles.
"YEESS! I more than like it. I love it! But I love you more!"
She squeals with delight. They kiss, laugh and hug, rolling to and fro on the bed, enjoying their embrace.
They decide to order more room service, a proper dinner this time. While they wait for their dinner to arrive, she goes over her suitcase and pulls out a medium-side rectangular gift-wrapped box.
