RACHEL AND ALEX – CONSUMMATION

Rachel and Alex step into the hotel elevator in a feverish embrace. She can feel the velvety heat of his breath in her hair and hear the flaring of his nostrils as he cradles the top of her head under his chin. Are their heart rates calming or are they climbing? They cling to each other, both barely able to feel grounding beneath their feet. There is quite a bit of traffic tonight in the elevator, transporting people up and up and up. The people empty out. Then they finally arrive on the 18th floor. Rachel let out a loud gasp, entering the suite that can easily house an entire family.

“Your firm really knows how to take care of you,” she stares out the terrace, breathless.

“No, Rachel, this is not company housing.” Alex chuckles nervously, “This is for us. For you. I hope you like it. I want you to be comfortable. I’m trying to “wow” you.” He looks at her, anxious for her satisfaction.

She reaches up to touch his cheek, her hand shakes a little. “I’m wowed alright, Alex, this is beautiful, but you’re the Wow. And… and I’m really scared, but I want the scare too. BAD. I don’t know what I’m saying, I’m so nervous.”

“I’m nervous too Rachel, believe it or not. Like I’m scare I’m going to cum in my pants right now like some teenage punk. Like I’m an asshole because you’re the only woman I’ve thought about all day and that’s never happened.” There is a slight grimace around his eyes but he does not look away from her for one second.

“Do …….you …. do you want to call? Her?” she asks, while thinking is this how it feels to not think with your brain?

“No,” he answers firmly, quietly, without hesitation.

With his eyes fixated on hers, his hands start working with deliberation. His clothes are dropping off.

Coat, jacket, tie, belt, shirt, undershirt.

Shoes, socks, pants, briefs.

The long, supple lines of his nude body travel fluidly to her. He nudges up against her first, before taking two steps back, to present to her, his nakedness.

Rachel follows him into the master bedroom of the suite. Does he want her to undress? Does he want to undress her? She watches him sit down on the edge of the bed. Alex looks up at her; he licks at his lips, his gaze lingering on her face in quiet adoration.

He waits.

Then she lifts up one foot onto his thigh, the heel sharp on his knee. He unties the shoe, holding it steady while she slips her foot out.

He waits.

She grows bolder, lifting her other foot between his thighs with the toe of her shoe brushing the heavy hang of his balls. He unties the second shoe; she slips it off.

He waits.

Rachel relaxes and with feigned modesty, reaches under her coat and dress to wiggle off her stockings.

He waits.

She reaches under again and with a little smirk, tosses her panties in his face.

The reptile in him leaps out and up at her, grabbing her coat belt, yanking her toward him. Her coat untied, he pushes coat and dress off. She is on her back on the bed. She wails. Alex drops to his knees between the legs of the siren. He leans down for a little slip of tongue along the smooth pink swollen lips. A bowl of raspberries suddenly lands on Rachel’s stomach. Alex puts one into his mouth and skillfully, he tongues the raspberry with all its minute burrs around and around Rachel’s jutting hard clit. She whimpers and coos, louder and louder. She drips, wetter and wetter. Alex’s pulse grows fast and fluttery. He is short of breath now, drugged on the taste, the sensation, the smell of her cunt.

Alex moves to the sound of her pleas. He spreads her legs apart and wraps them around his torso, pivoting his hips about and pushes himself atop her. They are grinding, rubbing, skin to skin and bright eyes fix on each other. Alex’s lips hover just above Rachel’s, brushing and stroking. She shudders and moans louder before pulling him down onto her mouth, kissing him harder. His hands move all over her body, feeling her breasts, her hips, her arms and legs. Her hands rub his back, his hips, his ass, feeling the heat and texture of his skin.

They break the seal of their kiss to look at each other. Rachel flushed, warm, barely able to breathe, “YESSSSsssss, Alex, yessssss.” To answer her, he rocks with growing fervor, locking hip to hip, Alex slides his cock between her slippery pussy lips, legato bowing Rachel’s wet cunt. Sliding, panting, the grinding of his cock grew to a slick smooth glide. She moves to feel more of him; she moves with him, lower, back up, lower. She is arching and straining with increasing vigor. She pants harder, draws a quick, sharp breath in, then she spreads her legs wider and tilt up. Alex grunts as he thrusts into her, feeling his cock enter and lodge inside her. He pauses, her pussy seems to ripple around his cock and engulf him in wet heat. She squeezes him tighter with her pussy. They fuck until they are both blinded by the white hot sensations.