“Like the room?” Duncan asked as he undid his bowtie, letting it dangle down both sides of his neck in that cool, Frank Sinatra kind of way.
“Are you kidding?” I asked. “It’s amazing.”
“It’s my usual spot for when I come downtown. Call me spoiled, but I’ve gotten used to having space.”
Still in awe, I stepped over to the fireplace and turned it on. Warm, crackling flames filled the space – it was the perfect pairing with the snow still dancing on the low wind outside of the hotel room.
Duncan stepped behind me, wrapping his big arms around my waist. I saw us in the reflection in the mirror over the fireplace and couldn’t help but notice how perfect we looked together.
“You were great tonight,” he complimented. “I was expecting you to do well, but you totally exceeded even those expectations.”
“Happy to impress,” I said with a smile, turning around and gazing up into his piercing blue eyes.
“You’re impressive, alright. And not just tonight. Every night that we’ve spent together has been wonderful, each better than the last. I can’t even begin to say how happy I am we’ve come into one another’s life.”
His words warmed my heart. “I feel the same way.”
Duncan moved in and kissed me again, a thrill running through my body at the pressure of his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation, loving how his mouth felt, how his hands felt, his musky, masculine scent, his solid body underneath his handsome tux.
Effortlessly, he lifted me off my feet and carried me over to the couch and putting me back down on my feet in front of it. Duncan loomed over me, still smirking in that gorgeously cocky way, one hand in his pocket as he looked me up and down.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” Then he moved onto the couch and sat down, draping his big arms over the top. He looked like the boss, like the man in charge. “Now,” he said, his eyes moving slowly over my body, savoring the sight. “Take that dress off. But don’t rush yourself.”
I smirked, slipping my fingers under the straps over my shoulders and bringing one down slowly, then the other. Duncan said nothing, watching me carefully, his eyes going to the newly exposed bits of skin. I moved the dress down my arms, then over my breasts. The bra was a new addition, lacy and black. The look on his face made it quite clear he was a fan.
Next, I let it slither over my stomach. I glanced at Duncan’s crotch, noting his cock becoming stiff and tenting the fabric of his slacks. Knowing I was turning him on was itself a turn-on, and I wanted nothing but the lovemaking that was coming.
When I reached my ample hips, I kept on going. I wore no panties because I hadn’t wanted a line in the dress. His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared as he realized I was naked under the dress. Then I turned, bending over and letting him take in the sight of my full, round ass while I dropped the dress to my heels and stepped out of the fabric pooled around my feet.
“Perfection,” he purred as he looked me over. He reached for me, but I slapped his hands away.
“No, it’s my turn to make you feel good,” I said, stalking toward him.
“What did you have in mind?”
I dropped to my knees in front of him, and my hand clasped his cock as I began rubbing his head through his soft slacks. I moved my fingertips up over his torso, his shirt so thin and fine I could make out the details of his muscles. After teasing him a little more, I unbuckled his belt, then the zipper, then slowly removed his slacks and boxer-briefs. His cock sprang out to greet me, dripping and solid and so fucking gorgeous.
I couldn’t resist. After flashing him one more eager, sultry expression, I took his cock into my hand licked up one side and down the other. Maintaining eye contact with him the entire time, I ran my tongue in a circle around his head. Then I opened my mouth and took him in, wrapping my lips tightly around him and circling him with my tongue again. He tasted so good, salty and sweet and perfect.
My eyes locked on his, I took more of him into my mouth until I nearly reached the bottom of his length. I wasn’t able to make it there quite yet –there was so much of him— but I did my best. I stroked his shaft as I went up and down, giving it my all.
“I want to make you come,” I whispered, taking my lips off while I kept on stroking him.
He groaned and swept my hair aside. “You want to feel my cock throb in your mouth while you drink me down?”
“Yeah,” I said. “So much.”
He grinned. “Maybe some other time. Stand up.”
Always in control. Always the boss. I loved it.
“Turn around and bend over.”
I did as he asked, slowly bending at the waist, my ass pointing at him again. He put his hand on my inner thigh, his touch drifting up until his fingertips teased my lips. I was wet, soaking. Duncan put a pair of fingers inside me, my walls gripping them tightly as he moved inside.
The pleasure was so instantaneous and intense that I grabbed the arm of the couch and held on, my nails digging into the fabric. Duncan moved inside me expertly, teasing my clit and going in and out, my knees bucking underneath.
“Tell me how that feels,” he said, his tone still commanding.
“So…so fucking good.”
“I want you to come for me,” he said. “I want to feel your pussy come on my fingers. And I want to hear you.”
I turned my head just enough for him to see me nod. Then I bit my lower lip, moans pouring from me as I came. As the pleasure pushed through my body I did as he asked, letting the moans and sighs shoot from me at whatever volume I wanted. I screamed, almost dropping to my knees. But Duncan helped me up, made sure I stayed right where he wanted me.
When the orgasm had faded, I stood up and took one deep breath after another.
“Now,” he said. “Come here, Annie.”
I backed up, beyond ready to feel that thick cock inside me. One hand wrapped around his cock, I lowered my ass onto him, his head spreading my lips as he slipped inside.
“Lower,” he commanded. “I want to see you take all of it.”
Inch by inch, he penetrated me, and just as he savored me, I savored him. His cock plunged deeper and deeper into me, my lips sealing around him. Soon I was seated on his lap, his hands on my hips. He lifted me slowly before bringing me down again hard. I let out a moan as he filled me, buried inside.
“I’m going to make you come again,” he said, not the slightest shred of doubt in his voice. “And I want to hear it.”
I rose and fell, rose and fell, each penetration bringing me closer and closer to the orgasm he demanded, the orgasm I craved. My moans turned into screams, soft and pliant, desirous and overwhelming. And I came, just like he asked. I brought my ass down onto him, grinding against him, feeling his cock deep inside, touching every inch. Duncan clapped his hand down against my cheek, squeezing the flesh.
“That’s two,” he said. “Tonight, I’m going to make you come more than you ever have in your life.”
“Oh God, I don’t know if I can take it,” I moaned.
With a smirk, he grabbed my ass and picked me up, carrying me into the bedroom and setting me down on the bed. “All fours,” he said, pointing. “Now.”
I did as he asked, positioning myself with my ass sticking out toward him. I turned to watch him strip off his clothes, my pussy still throbbing with aftershocks of my last orgasm. When he was down to nothing, he took his position behind me, lowering his body. His hands came down on my ass again, spreading me open.