Wilson 16.
I’m shocked, and yet not, at tonight’s turnout. It’s hard to fathom raising as much money as they did in our neck of the woods. But I’m familiar with the club’s reach. We’ve got friends in high places, low places, and everywhere in between. However, aside from our considerable contributions, other local businesses and prominent families stepped up in a big way. And the schmoozing. Rich people are funny. Wear leather and ride motorcycles and they look down their aristocratic noses at us, hear exactly how much money a vintage bike or custom build brings in at an auction, and suddenly we’re as popular as the star quarterback.
Madison and Betty welcomed the shallow attention if only to further our network of contacts. Though I did see Madison and Adams in a serious discussion with the governor and his chief of staff. Can’t wait to hear what that was about. Lincoln has a stack of business cards and phone numbers for Kadisha to start contacting new clients. The rest of us nodded in greeting and moved right the fuck along. Pierce and I are gonna have a lot of research to do in the coming weeks. The dicks and the boobs, while choreographically challenged, worked the room and Merith talked several people into bigger donations, if only so she’d leave them alone.
And Tilly. My Matilda. She was magnificent beyond words. I think dinner and dancing was the only time she remained relatively stationary for the entire evening. The event ran smoothly, while she ran herself nearly off her feet.
Throughout the entire evening, I battled with a raging hard-on at just the sight of Tandoori. KellyAnne is an exceptional fashion designer and I think it’s great that she has no wishes to expand beyond her little town and the occasional friends of friends elsewhere. My tux, black with iridescent orange threaded through and lining the inside of the jacket, with coordinating cummerbund and tie, matched Tilly’s dress perfectly. The orange contrasts with her caramel skin, making it appear as if she’s glowing from within. She’s perfect in jeans and a t-shirt, but tonight…I’m a lucky fucking man.
With a raging hard-on.
Now in the car on our way to the hotel the girls reserved for us, my blood hums in my veins, my jaw clenches, and my lungs are working overtime trying to breathe in as much of her unique scent as they can. I’m having trouble keeping my eyes on the road, the slit showcasing her toned thigh is distracting as hell.
“Hike up your dress.” I growl, breaking the tense silence. She jumps in her seat, her head swiveling to look at me.
“What?”
“You’re teasing me with the view of your leg. Hike up the dress, show me more.” She hesitates, but not because she isn’t interested. Her tits heave beneath her dress as her breathing accelerates. Her delicate fingers gripping the material stretched across her thighs. My nostrils flare as I grind my teeth in desperation. “I’m hanging on by a thread, baby. Are you wearing panties?”
“Wilson…”
There’s something in her voice that has me pausing, pulling back from the razor’s edge. “What is it, Tilly? What’s wrong?”
“I’m…nervous.”
“Why you nervous, baby?” I drop a hand to her thigh and squeeze. Then move further up her leg until I’m so close enough to her pussy I can feel the heat of it. “I’ve seen you naked, ordered you to touch yourself, I’ve watched you in the throes of a beautiful orgasm.”
“I know. I know. It’s just…what if…it’s been so long, what if we’ve built this up in our heads…”
“You mean what if I have built you up and will be disappointed by reality?”
“Uh…yup, that about sums it up.” I chuckle at her sarcasm, laughing harder as she squeaks when my hand dives between her legs and cups her pussy.
“This is mine.” Forcing myself to move my hand to prove a point, I palm her left breast, “These are mine.” Then I lay my hand flat over the center of her chest. “Your heart is mine.” Glancing at her quickly before I return my eyes to the road, I slide my hand up and cup her jaw, grazing my thumb along the apple of her cheek. “This isn’t some dream, some fantasy. This is real. You, me, what has been growing between us over weeks of phone calls, texts, emails, and the occasional make out session against the exterior of the clubhouse while your brother waits impatiently in the car…real.”
“What if you’re disappointed? I’m not a virgin, but I imagine my experience compared to yours—”
“I’m gonna stop you right fucking there.” I say, moving my hand lower to grip her neck possessively. “As far as I’m concerned, there has never been anyone but you and me. Anything that happened before we met was practice, guiding us in figuring out what was wrong, so when we finally found one another, we would instantly know what was right.”
She inhales shakily, her hands clutching at my wrist, not pulling me away, but holding my hand in place around her throat. “For a man, you are surprisingly good at articulating your feelings.”
“Careful, your stereotypes are showing.” I throw in a wink and enjoy the sound of her carefree laughter, as well as the feel of her relaxing beneath my hand.
“So, I know I’m a little late in asking, but where are we going?”
“The girls planned a little get-away for us.”
Her left eyebrow raises slowly, “Oh, really?”
“Apparently, they did not want to leave my own wooing skills up to chance.”
She’s still giggling when I pull under the cover of the boutique hotel. A valet collects my keys, and another escorts us into the building to the front desk. Check-in is quick and we are informed our bags are already in the room.
In the elevator, she leans into me to whisper, “Who packed my bag?”
I shrug, “I’m not sure. I think your brother helped.”
“Oh, good Lord.” She covers her face with both hands and groans, “I can only imagine what he packed for me.”
“I wouldn’t really worry about it. I plan to keep you naked for the duration of our stay.”
Tilting her head back, she stares at the ceiling above us. “How can you say stuff like that so…so…nonchalant? Like you’re discussing the weather or traffic. There is an accident two miles ahead, a storm is moving in from the west, and you’ll be stuffed full of my cock for at least 48 hours.”
I don’t see the problem. And whatever she sees on my face has her bursting into laughter. It’s a little nervous, a little manic, and sexy as fuck. The doors open and I waste no time in picking her up and carrying her out of the elevator to the door of our suite. I tap the keycard against the lock and open the door, kicking it shut behind us, all while holding her over my shoulder.
“Wow. This suite is really nice. Look at that bathroom? Holy cow, that bedding is beautiful. You said the girls booked it? Which girls? I want to write them Thank You cards.”
“I’m shaking my ass in your face, and you’re focused on the damn bedding? What’s a man gotta do to get noticed around here?” I joke, tossing her onto the large king bed, my faux scowl morphing into a smile at her giggles as she bounces.
On her elbows, she looks me up and down, slowly. Her eyes heat, skin flushes, and tits jiggle. “It’s a great ass. But I’m more concerned with what you’ve got going on in the front of your pants. The reason they’re…tenting so obscenely.” I palm my tuxedo covered erection and groan.
“You denied me in the car, but you were nervous. I’ll let it pass, this time. Right now, though, you’re gonna hike up that skirt and let me see that pretty pussy. Show me how wet you are for me and what I’ve got in my pants.”
As she inches her skirt up her long-toned legs, I start quickly removing my tie, cummerbund, jacket, and unbuttoning my shirt. All that flawless skin on display. I pause at my cuffs when she flashes me the darkened slit between her thighs. Bare, no hair, no underwear, ready for me to feast. My hands twitch, my mouth waters, I don’t know where to start. I’ve wanted her for so many weeks. Like months’ long foreplay.
Making a snap decision, I rip open the fastening of my pants, grab her slender ankles and pull her to the end of the bed. My mouth covers her cunt and I devour her. Nose. Tongue. Lips. Teeth. Covered in her juices, I force myself away from the sweetest pussy I’ve ever encountered and stand up straight, meeting her hooded eyes.
“I love you.”
Her eyes soften, but the glint of desire remains. “I love you too.”
Hands on her hips in a desperate grip, I pull her to me as I thrust forward, gliding through her tight wetness, and sliding home. “Fuck.”
“Wilson!” She screams, tossing her head back, her back bowing off the bed, grinding her pelvis down, driving me deeper inside her.
I grunt. She whines. Our flesh slaps together. The bed creaks. And a beautiful symphony is born as I fuck my woman for the first time. She’s everything I knew she’d be.
Mine.