She exhaled a nervous breath as they ascended quickly to the suite. When they stepped out, she looked around in awe. She was speechless. The room was opulent and sexy with candles everywhere and multiple bouquets of flowers. “Holy moly.”
He chuckled as he walked behind her and dropped a kiss to her nape. “You like?”
“Very much so. You did this for me?” she turned to face him, her eyes bugging out of her head. She was unable to focus on him as she continued looking around the room. She gave a low shriek when he swept her up in his arms and carried her across the room through doors to the bedroom and deposited her on the bed.
“I wanted it to be special. It’s not everyday an incredible woman introduces herself to me and helps me embark on an amazing journey.”
She was tugging her dress over her head, snarling when it got stuck around her head. He was laughing as he tried to unzip it.
“You are anxious.”
“I want you,” she said her eyes wide as she finally flung it away. She noted he was also kicking his clothes off with speed to match hers. Her panties flew past his head and her bra wasn’t far behind. She drew to her knees on the bed and reached for him as his shirt hit the floor.
He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her downward. She gave a loud moan of approval at his rough actions. His intention very clear, he wanted her mouth around his cock. She drew him deep as she leaned forward on the bed. He leaned forward and rubbed her back and her ass, reaching under her to play with her breasts and then back again. She felt one of his hands move to her hair and grip it in his hand, pushing her head further down his shaft.
She gagged at the abrupt movement and her fingernails of the hand she was holding onto his thigh with for leverage dug into his skin.
“That’s it Liesl, suck my cock. Fuck, you do it so well.” He helped her head bob up and down by way of the fist in her hair.
She slipped her free hand between her thighs and touched herself while he used her mouth. The flight, the car rides, the dancing, all of his filthy words and flirty wicked behavior had turned her into a wanton, mess of quivering need. She circled the nub which rose from it’s hood with vigor. She could feel herself getting close.
As if sensing she was approaching her orgasm, Isaias, growled out, “not without my help, gorgeous.” He pulled her mouth off him and flipped her onto her back, dragging her legs to the side of the bed and wrapping them around his hips before slamming deep past her folds. His strong hands replaced hers where she had been touching herself.
He was a man on a mission to get her as quickly as possible to the end goal and Liesl was grateful. Her body, sideways on the bed, slid back and forth with the intensity of his thrusts. She clawed at the duvet on the bed trying to keep traction, but it was a fruitless endeavor.
With ferocity her orgasm ripped through her, and she moaned as three pumps later, Isaias was filling her to the brim with his own. Not bothering to remove himself from her, he flopped over her, panting as he let his weight crush her into the mattress.
“God, I thought for sure I wasn’t going to make it.” He kissed her earlobe before nipping it. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
“You did it on the plane.”
“Wasn’t enough.” He whispered. “Something about you Liesl, makes me lose control.” He lifted on an elbow and stared at her, “I like the feeling.”
“You like feeling out of control?”
“I like the feeling of you. You turn me on, Liesl. It’s invigorating and exciting.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You make me hungry.”
“Hungry?” she giggled at his phrasing.
“Ravenous, insatiable, desperate for more,” he ground his hips against her. “I want to come a thousand times in a thousand different ways and it’s all because of how you make me feel.”
“Horny?” she gave a breathy groan as her thrust against her.
“No. Alive,” he moaned as she tightened against him. “So very alive, Liesl.”
“I feel the same,” she admitted as dug her heels into his thighs, tilting her hips upwards, only slightly surprised he was already moving again as if ready for a repeat. “As if I’ve been sleeping and you’ve awakened the real Liesl.” She gave a low moan as he slowly picked up pace, “damn, Isaias, how are you ready again so quick.”
“Surely, as an artist you understand when a person feels inspired,” he cracked a toothy grin.
She wound her arms around his neck and drew his head towards her. “Who am I to deny your inspiration,” she questioned as they locked their lips together.
Throughout the night, Isaias demonstrated over and over the power of having Liesl as his muse. She was not disappointed.
Sunday morning Liesl woke to find herself once again being held tightly in Isaias’ grip. Her body ached in ways she had never known possible, and she had a strange understanding of women who ran marathons. They were sweaty and sticky. Her mouth tasted like she’d licked the carpet in the room.
She slowly pulled away from his tight embrace and he murmured a complaint as his fingers reached for her when she crawled out of the bed. “Need to pee.” She paused, “please tell me there are toothbrushes in the bathroom.”
She gave him a sideways glance as he mumbled everything she could possibly need was in the bathroom before flopping onto his belly away from her and pulling a pillow over his head. She stopped and stared at the round firm ass, which was now exposed, and she had to stop herself from smacking it. She shook her head at her own physical response to him and made her way to the bathroom.
In the bathroom after quickly relieving herself, she did indeed find everything a girl could dream of for a night away from home. Toothbrushes, makeup remover and even deodorant were all in a cute little bag on the counter. She took in her appearance in the mirror and was grateful Isaias was still asleep. Her mascara was smudged down her cheeks, and her lipstick was partly smeared over her lips, chin and partly long gone. Her hair which had been pretty curls before she’d left was now a tangled mess of knots and she grabbed a clump of it and held it out sideways with a sigh. It was going to hurt brushing it out with as equal intensity as the pleasure of putting them in. Her head had been slid all over the bed and pillows from Isaias’ lovemaking and she considered she was probably going to need the entire bottle of conditioner to fix it.
She started with the make up remover, made her way to the toothbrush and then with a decisive nod, made her way to the shower, taking the hairbrush with her.
A few minutes later she was wide-eyed and staring at the tiled wall of the shower when Isaias barged into the bathroom complaining the sound of the shower running made him need to pee and without any warning, lifted the toilet seat.
She had moved in with Merlin the day of their wedding and in five years he had never once peed with her in the bathroom. It had taken a full year before they’d showered together. She was stunned as she stood frozen unsure of what she was supposed to do. Then his voice behind her as he followed her into the shower and pressed a kiss to her shoulder made her jump.
“Pass the body wash” his voice was warm and gravelly in her ear.
She reached for the bottle, passing it to him, trying to quell her thundering heart. She resumed dragging conditioner through her hair. Weirdly, sharing a bathroom felt far more intimate than the crazy amounts of sexy they’d had over the last two days. This felt a monumental step in a brand-new relationship.
“I didn’t ask you last night if you’d had any big plans for today. Is there a set time you need to be home?” he stepped under one of the two overhead rain showerheads and faced her. Evidently, he had no problem with nudity.
“Not really. I have laundry to do for the week but otherwise I don’t have anything scheduled. Why?”
“I thought maybe we could spend the morning and part of the afternoon playing tourist, if you wanted?” he was vigorously washing his body as if completely comfortable with the very intimate act of showering together.
“Um sure.” She turned her body, feeling on display. She forced herself to relax. He had no qualms so neither should she.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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