WARNING: This chapter is 18+ and NSFW as it contains sexual situations. If you are offended by the subject matter, please do not read this chapter.
Sabrina walked into the room with Chris close behind her, the door to the room had barely closed when he had pulled her arm to turn her to him, and his lips were on hers, and his hands were unzipping her dress. The room was dark except for the amber glow of the bedside alarm clock. They were no need for lights, their hands knew what to do. Her hands worked in a frenzied motion to pull his loosened tie off and begin to work on his shirt. She decided she couldn’t wait to unbutton it; no, she could easily afford to buy him a new one she just grabbed ahold of it and ripped it open. The buttons went flying, and he never flinched; her hands went to his chest, she craved feeling his skin and running her manicured nails over every inch of that finely-toned torso.
Their lips never parted, their tongues wrestling with one another – the raw desire was hard to contain. As her dress dropped to the floor, he stopped momentarily to admire her body – she had been ready for the evening, a sexy lacy push-up bra that provided the perfect accent to her voluptuous breasts. He could easily tell that these were God-given and were not surgically enhanced. She had the perfect curve to her hips, and there he saw the delicate string of her barely-there panties, those garters, and thigh-high nylons; damn, she was exquisite.
He placed his hands on her hips and quickly lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He walked her further into the bedroom, after all, they had only just made it into the door. He could feel her heat against his torso; her heat and the fact that she was wet, she was turned on, and that only made his cock harder. He was so hard right now that he knew he wasn’t going to last; he was going to have to find a way to drag this out, he did not want to have this beautiful creature in his bed and shoot off in less than a minute. Talk about ruining his reputation.
He buried his head in the bend of her neck, nipping and kissing her neck and shoulder. His hands cupping her ass and pulling her as close to him as possible. He got to the bed and whispered in her ear, “You sure you’re ready for this?”
Her words came out breathless, “I’ve been ready all night.”
Chris put her down beside the bed and unclipped the garters from the tops of her stockings; he then shimmied the garter belt off of her hips and had her step out of it. He kicked it to the side with his foot. He then lifted her onto the bed; he wasn’t rough, no he could tell that Sabrina wouldn’t like it rough. Her ass was on the edge of the bed, he stepped back and slowly removed one shoe and then the next, discarding them onto the floor and out of the way. He then slowly rolled the nylon on her left leg down, delicately touching her skin as he removed it. Her body arched and he could tell it was turning her. He then did the same thing to her right leg and then, reached up to lift her hips and pulled her panties off. She let out a gasp as the cold air of the room hit the heat of her pulsing cunt. He took a step back, reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and fished out the condoms he had stuffed in the back. He then tossed his wallet across the room, hoping he would remember later where it landed. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants; shedding them and his boxer briefs quickly.
His cock was hard, and the ache in his balls was starting to intensify. He quickly opened the condom wrapper and rolled it on, this action he had down to a science. No thought and no lights needed for this. He stepped forward again and placed his hands gently on her thighs, he gently parted her legs and admired the view; he then watched as he slowly entered her wet slit. He didn’t usually watch what he was doing, but this was not an ordinary woman, and he could tell this wasn’t a usual fuck.
She groaned softly as he entered her, the slow pace was torturing her, and he knew it. Hell, he was torturing himself. But he needed to keep from cumming immediately, and if thrust into her right away, that was exactly what he would do. He had pushed himself in, all the way to the hilt, he could feel her walls starting to tremble, but he wasn’t moving, at least not yet.
He leaned forward, arms on either side of her, looking into her eyes he asked, “Last chance to change your mind baby. Are you sure you want this?”
She stared back at him, her gaze never wavering, “Fuck me….now!”
He smirked back at her, he loved that she knew what she wanted. He kissed her and then pulled himself back up, keeping his hands on her thighs so he could keep her legs in place, he pulled out and slammed back into her. The action was forceful, and she was not anticipating it, the gasp she let out was evident of that. He pulled out again just as quickly and thrust back into her at the same pace. Again the gasp was enough to tell him that she was not anticipating his force.
“Oh….God…Chris….fuck….that feels so good….”
He let out a grunt, this pace made her feel good, but the tightening in his balls let him know that he was about to explode. “Shit….sorry…FUCK.”
As he began to cum he could feel her walls spasm, she wasn’t able to hold out either, the two of them climaxed together, and it was utterly fantastic. He began to collapse forward, again arms braced on either side of her; he was still hard, and he had not pulled out. Matter of fact, she was milking him, and it felt so good he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t cum a second time.
“Just so you know,” he tried to get out the words, but he was out of breath, “I don’t…um…”
She started to laugh, “No need to explain and please don’t apologize. Just tell me you are up for round two?”
“Yeah, I’m ready for round two, but I’m not going to stand here all night,” he said and pulled out of her. He didn’t want to, and she didn’t want to let him go. Her walls were clenching him tight, and it felt so good, but he wanted to change things up and had no intention of fucking her on the side of the bed all night long.
He went to the large picture window in the bedroom and pulled the curtains open, revealing the fantastic view of the river and the Chicago skyline. He looked back over at the bed, she had not moved. “How do you like this view,” he asked.
She rolled to her side, feeling her wetness slide down her thigh, “I could get used to the view, there is no doubt about that. Oh, and the skyline looks nice all lit up.”
He smiled, catching that she was admiring his body as the view. His cock still hard and his body glistening with sweat. He began to walk back over towards the bed, “You don’t have an issue with leaving the window open, do you?”
“No, we don’t have lights on so they can’t see us,” she declared proudly, “Is this your kink, Chris?”
“I don’t really have a kink, Sabrina. But the view is beautiful, the lights provide the perfect glow for me to see you and watch you without having lights on in this room. Because don’t think I don’t want to look at your body while I have my way with you.”
“What makes you think I’ll let you have your way with me?”
“Well, I don’t see you getting up and heading for the door,” He took a few more steps, he was right next to the bed. Running his fingers along her arm and down her back, “I would think if you didn’t want me to continue taking care of you, that you would want to leave, right? So, since you are still here, how about getting up on your knees beautiful? I’ll let you keep an eye on your city and your buildings while I give you what you need.”
His voice was seductive, and she had to admit that this was a turn on. She was so used to being in control of every aspect of her life that to have him take control of this was a nice change of pace. There was a difference between him being a Dom and just being in control for the night. She was willingly letting him do what he wanted tonight, but she was not letting him dominate her.
She sat up on the bed, and she felt it dip as he came up behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly ran them down her arms, the soft touch was sensual and erotic, and her flesh began to prickle at his touch. He then placed his hands on her hips and began kissing down her neck, alternating from side to side. He then began to kiss down her spine, and he gently moved one hand to her back to help guide her down.
“Rest on your elbows, baby, and put that beautiful ass of yours in the air for me,” his voice was low and almost a velvety growl. She did as he asked and without hesitation. He ran his finger along her delicate folds, “You are still so wet, and you know what I’m going to do to you, right?”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she moaned an acknowledgment and nodded her head. It was at that moment she felt him slide into her; she was so wet there was no resistance, and she wouldn’t be fighting it anyway. He didn’t have to wait for her to get used to him this time; no he immediately began to pump into her. His pace was varied, long and slow and then short and fast, alternating between the two. When he would do the sharp thrust, he would know exactly where to hit so that she would have the maximum pleasure. She was panting and continually praying, or at least she was saying “Oh God” quite a bit.
His hands were on her hips so he could control the pace of his thrusts and her grinding. But he
knew she was close, and he knew the sensation from this angle was different than the first time. He loved to watch her body bounce against his with every thrust, but he couldn’t remove his hands.
“Baby, play with your clit,” he said in between thrusts, “I want you to cum for me, Sabrina. I want to feel you.”
She didn’t answer him or say a word. She moved so that she could brace herself and reached between her legs to her swollen clit. The idea of playing with it while he was pumping in and out of her; well the idea alone was enough to make her cum. She began tracing circles on her clit and almost immediately the quakes of her orgasm overtook her. This orgasm was more intense than her first one, “God! Oh, Chris…I’m cumming.”
“I know, baby, that’s a good girl,” he said in response. This time, he was able to hold out, and he was not about to let go now. He moved his hands from her hips to her shoulders, providing a little more leverage as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. He wanted to get into her as far as he could; no way to explain it but he could not get enough of this woman.
With this shift in movement, it wasn’t long, and he was over the edge. The ache in his cock and the tightening in his balls let him know that he was ready to explode. And that is precisely what he did, one more thrust and he stilled as he let go. He collapsed on her back, trying to keep from putting his weight on her. “Fuck, that was intense,” he said and then kissed her back and shoulders.
He pulled out slowly and then patted her ass, “I’ll be right back.” He padded off to the bathroom where he removed the condom, tied it off and disposed of it. He took a minute to wash up and then ran the warm water and took a wash rag and a towel into the bedroom.
Sabrina had collapsed onto the bed, she was tired and worn out, but she had a smile on her face that could not be denied. He wanted to admire his handy work, but he knew that if he stood there for too long, the warm rag in his hand would get cold, and that would be so unfair.
He approached the bed and gently tapped at her leg, “Let me clean you up a little,” he said to her softly. She moaned in protest but did move to roll onto her back. He gently parted her legs and started to wipe her up. “You need to go to the bathroom, but I wanted to try and clean you up first,” he offered.
“That is awfully considerate of you,” she responded back to him.
“Yeah, well I can be that kind of guy you know,” he said and then used the towel to dry off her legs. “Can you sit up?” He offered her his hand, and she sat up, “I can’t believe I didn’t free those beauties,” he said pointing to her bra that she was still wearing.
She reached around to her back and unhooked the clasp, letting the bra fall forward. “There, now they’re free,” she said seductively.
“Dear God they are,” he said in response, “But before I get turned on again and play with those, get up and go to the bathroom, baby. Be a good girl, okay?”
~ * ~
Sabrina walked out of the bathroom and noticed that Chris was waiting for her on the side of the bed. He was sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head resting in his hands. When he heard the click of the bathroom light, he looked up; the light filtering into the room from the open window provided the perfect shadow for her. He had to admit it, she was a beautiful woman. It wasn’t just an external beauty; this woman had grace and power, and she was wrapped in the perfect package. He knew she was older than he was, Audrey took care to tell him that, as if it would matter. All he cared about at this moment in time, was getting her back into bed with him; he wanted to ignore the fact that he was going to have to leave the city the next day. No, right now all he wanted to do was to just be wrapped up with her.
He stood from the bed, took a long stride and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He immediately crushed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. He wanted every bit of her mouth as his; who was he kidding, he wanted every part of her body as his. His other hand held her face as he continued to kiss her. Their kisses became more passionate, and he could tell that desire was every bit as strong as his.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He says as he breaks the kiss and looks into her eyes.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Tigger,” she said with a dazzling smile.
“Why Tigger? Is it because I’m bouncy and fun?” He couldn’t control his laughter at this point.
“Well, that and because you are obviously the only one.”
“The only one?” He was a little concerned with that comment, it sounded like she was taking this a little too seriously and that could be bad news.
“Let’s just say, you’re the only one who has given me such intense orgasms,” she leaned forward to kiss him again and this time, her hands wandered to grab ahold of his cock and began massaging him. It didn’t take long for him to become fully erect and hard, just the way she liked it.
“Don’t start something if you aren’t going to finish it,” he growled against her neck. Her hands were amazing, she knew just how to handle him, and he found himself praying she would quickly move to put him in her mouth.
“Oh, I never start something that I don’t intend to finish. But let me ask you something, do you think you can stay standing when I begin to rock your world, or do you think you might need to lay down?”
He swallowed hard, her voice was alluring, and he had to admit that he was not quite sure what to expect from her. He might need to lay down, “I’m pretty strong, you don’t think I could stand here and take it?” He asked, trying to sound as if he was offended that she would question his manhood.
She ran her finger down his chest, playing with his chest hair, “Oh, I know you’re strong, you showed me that on the dance floor. But I’ve brought bigger men to their knees before.” With a gentle push of her finger, she had him splayed out on the bed without resistance. “You might want to move up a little on the bed, Tigger. If you want to watch what I do to you, well you will need a better angle.”
Chris hastily moved up on the bed and propped his head on the pillows. Sabrina positioned herself on her knees, next to his hips. She began playing with his cock, running her hands up and down slowly. She knew it was torture on hm. Her hair, which had been in an updo, was starting to fall. She pushed it out of the way and leaned over and opened her lips, taking him into her mouth slowly. No tongue at first, just taking in all of him that she could and then pulling off of him.
“Oh sweet Jesus,” was the response that she got from him.
This time, she repeated the action, but she used her tongue and teeth; she felt his hips begin to buck. She began to lick around the rim of his cock, sucking and teasing – he tasted so good. This only made her want him more. She continued to work on him, and she had moved her body so she could look up and see his face; his eyes were closed, and his head was back.
As she licked and sucked, she began massaging his balls. His groans became more intense and then suddenly his hips began to buck. He wanted to increase the pace of her mouth on him and the only way to do that was to take over. He pushed past her lips, she didn’t gag and took all of him in.
“Holy fuck,” he let out when he realized this, “Oh, Sabrina….oh…damn that feels so good.”
To intensify his pleasure, she began to hum as she worked her tongue along his shaft. He was enjoying it, and she could sense that he was about to reach his release. She prepared herself to take him, she wasn’t going to shy away from this. For all that she was turning him on, he was doing the exact same to her. He tried to warn her, “Stop, I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”
She didn’t let him pull out. Instead, she placed her hands on his hips to hold him steady and made it clear she was not pulling her mouth away. She looked up and made eye contact with him, and he looked as if he was embarrassed for what he was about to do. He let out a loud groan and released himself; she took it all, not spilling a drop. As she sat up, Chris reached for her arms and pulled her towards him. He crushed his lips to hers, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. There was something erotic about that, and he couldn’t deny it.
“That was incredible,” Chris said as he broke the kiss and pulled her down on top of him. Her head coming to rest on his shoulder. “And you’re right, I don’t think I could have stayed upright.”
Sabrina started to laugh, “I’m sure you would have given it a valiant effort, though.”
The two of them lay there, heavy breathing and trying to calm their heart rates. They had been going practically non-stop since they came into the room and they needed a moment to catch their breath. Sabrina began to move, wanting to shift from being on top of Chris to being alongside him. As she began to shift her weight, his hands reached up and grabbed her arms; not hard, but the action let her know he didn’t want her moving.
“Where are you going?” He asked, and she thought she detected a bit of concern in his voice.
“I figured you wouldn’t want me to just stay here on top of you,” she responded, raising her head and looking up into his blue eyes that she was sure were clouding over.
“You figured wrong,” he said, “I like you being on top, it provides an excellent view.”
“Chris, I’m lying down, there is no view.”
“My intention if for you to not be lying there for long,” he said with a husky tone in his voice and she could see that it wasn’t that his eyes were clouding over. No, it was a devilish gaze.
She moved her body, positioning herself so that she folded her arms on his chest and rested her chin on her arms. Looking up at him she smiled, “I think Tigger is the wrong name for you after all. I think I need to just think of you as my own personal Energizer bunny since you seem to just keep going and going.”
“Yeah, well it is all your fault, beautiful.”
“Flattery isn’t necessary, Chris. You’ve already had your way with me, several times I might add.”
“Not that I’m counting, but I’m pretty sure I’ve made you cum at least three times already, and I’m about ready to make you do it again,” he wiggled his eyebrows and gave her a smirk.
“You seem mighty confident, what makes you think you can actually do it?” She was positive he could do it, there was no doubt about it. But she didn’t want him to think he had the upper hand completely. No, if he wanted her to cum again, he was going to have to work for it because she wanted to enjoy it if this was going to be the last time she was going to be with him.
“Well, you’re still here so I’ve been doing something right,” he chuckled as he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, “Or, are you telling me that I don’t really satisfy you?”
She bit her lip, deciding to play along and give him a challenge, “I didn’t exactly say you don’t satisfy me.”
“Well, I’m always up for a challenge. I have a number in mind, beautiful. Wanna see if you can last?”
“See if I can last? What’s that supposed to mean?” She was intrigued.
“How many times you cum before you scream for mercy.”
“Ok, bunny, your challenge is accepted. Are you sure you have enough condoms to get through the rest of the night?”
“Oh, I’ll show you bunny,” he said rolling her so that he was now over her. He leaned down and kissed her; soft, sensual, and erotic all rolled into one. He took one hand and reached down between her legs, parting her delicate and soft folds, “Oh my girl is wet and ready to play.”
He pulled his hand away from her wet mound and licked his fingers; she was so turned on and could feel herself get wetter. Damn he was good. He kissed her again and then began to kiss down her neck and then took the time to caress and kiss each breast. Sucking on each nipple, biting and nipping and making her back arch off of the bed. The intense pleasure was maddening; this was unlike any lover she had ever had before.
He worked his way down her stomach and as he got to her hips, he repositioned himself; sliding further down the bed. He moved her legs a little further apart and crouched down so that he could slide his hands up under her hips; elevating her body just a little. He placed soft kisses on the inside of her thighs, alternating between the right and left side. She began to squirm, and he began to smile.
He was careful not to touch her warm and wet center. He knew she was dying for some sort of contact, but he wasn’t quite ready for that yet. He was all about making her beg; she had questioned his confidence, and that was something he would make her take back. No, torture was the name of the game – slow, sweet torture. He blew softly on her delicate folds, knowing the contrast in the air would make her gasp; and it did.
“Oh, Chris, please,” she started to beg; earlier than he had anticipated.
“Please, what?” He smirked, acting as if he had no idea what she was talking about.
“Please, don’t torture me…”
“You have to tell me what you want,” he said as he went back to kissing her thighs and blowing on her aching pussy.
“Don’t make me say it…just do it…I’m begging you…”
“No, I think you need to tell me, Sabrina. I don’t want to do it wrong, you need to tell me what it is you really want.”
“Oh…fuck…Chris…please…” Sabrina was breathless and was barely holding on. She was starting to buck her hips in the hopes of getting closer to him, she needed him. “I want your tongue on me…now….oh God, please.”
“Well, that sounded an awful lot like begging. But I like that you told me what you wanted.” And with that, he moved his head closer and began to attack her clit with his tongue. Alternating between licks and pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. Her moans and whimpers let him know that she was enjoying it.
He slowly lowered her back to the bed and moved his hand so that while he serviced her clit he could push his fingers inside of her. He wanted to do this slowly, he gently parted her lips and slid one finger inside. Her hips bucked to the penetration and the change in sensation. She also let out a resounding, “Oh God, yes!”
He pumped his finger in rhythm with his tongue and then added a second finger. Her response of, “Oh, fuck,” let him know that she approved. It was about this time that he felt her hands on his head; pulling on his hair for leverage in an attempt to get closer to his tongue and mouth. He took the hint and began to pump his fingers faster, and he could feel her walls begin to tremble.
The orgasm washed over her, and he did not let up. He could feel her body trying to pull away, and he held her tighter and continued to assault her clit with his tongue. “Oh, God, Chris….oh…..fuck….yes!”
He pulled away and Sabrina was panting. She was also acutely sensitive; he blew on her clit, and she shuttered. He licked up her body and kissed her, “Are you begging for mercy yet?”
She shook her head from side to side, “No, is that all you got?”
He began to laugh, “Oh what a naughty girl you are.” He then started to get off the bed.
“Where are you going? We better not be done?” Sabrina yelled.
“No, baby, we’re not done. Give me just a minute,” Chris responded.
A minute later, he returned to the bedroom and went to the bedside table to retrieve a condom package. He ripped it open and before he could roll it on, Sabrina grabbed it from his hand, “Let me.”
She rolled it on, and he had to admit it was sexy to watch her long, manicured nails slide the condom down his shaft. She then ran those fingers up his torso, around his neck and pulled him toward her for a passionate kiss. As she pulled out of the kiss, she whispered in his ear, “Now, I want you to fuck me, hard.”
Chris did not say anything in response. Instead, he lowered Sabrina back on the bed. Situating himself between her legs, raising each knee up and pushing her legs out just a little; providing himself the right access. He then drove into her; she instinctively reached up to wrap her arms around him.
He began to thrust his hips, pumping in and out of her furiously. Her first orgasm was quick, and she could barely catch her breath. He was able to hold off his own, although his cock was hard and his balls were aching. He was sure he had never been so hard in his entire life. She was like a vice, squeezing him and providing so much pain but it felt so damn good.
Her second orgasm at least came with a warning, but it was no less intense than the first one. This time, he couldn’t hold out, he shot off like a rocket, and he was actually afraid the condom might come off. He figured he should pull out to check, but the pleasure was so fucking good that he would just face the consequences. He wasn’t about to stop; she was now a drug he wasn’t willing to quit.
He needed to push harder, he literally felt as if he could get further inside her. So much so, he was prepared to endure the pain, he rolled over and slid the two of the off of the bed and onto the floor. But he didn’t stop his thrusts, the hard floor provided the firm backing he needed to push harder, and that is what he did. His grunts and moans were matched with hers.
He reached up and pulled her breast into his mouth, biting her nipple and sending her over the edge again. By his count, three orgasms and she was milking him hard with this one. That only made him thrust harder, she was so tight, and it felt so good.
His final thrusts were so hard; they both came at the same time, and their cries of ecstasy were in unison. Sabrina could no longer keep herself upright, she collapsed on his chest, unable to move and barely able to catch her breath. Chris was holding onto her, keeping her in place and unable to make a move, either.
As his eyes opened, he was not exactly sure what time it was, or exactly where he was. His head was foggy, and he couldn’t see straight; there was a weight pushing down on his body, it was Sabrina lying on top of him, his arms around her, holding her in position and he was still inside her. It was then that he remembered what had happened; their last orgasm was so intense, they had each passed out – he was only just now coming back around.
“Shit, that was intense,” was the only thought that crossed his mind at the moment.
Suddenly, his mind flipped back around to realize he was not in bed, they were lying on the floor. That and he didn’t want to pull out of her, he was actually comfortable. He was able to reach back around and grab the sheet from the bed and pull it down on top of them. He was content with lying there the rest of the night with this elegant woman; he had no desire to actually know the time because it would force him to think about how much time he had left in the night. He was dreading the morning because it would mean she would leave and he would have to check out of the hotel and catch a plane back to LA; and right now, this felt like home to him.
When you feel as if you are home, you make sure you let the one you love know it. He wasn’t certain he was ready to use ‘that’ word yet; it’s way too early to think of something like that. But he knew he felt comfortable with her, he really felt at home with her; it was a feeling he didn’t want to let go of. It wasn’t fleeting, and this wasn’t the anxious thoughts of a horny teenage boy either. What he did know for sure was that she was his girl, a stake he was ready to claim. So, he gently raised his head and placed a soft, gentle kiss on the top of her head. Sabrina never stirred, but he was almost positive he saw her smile.