Chapter Four #2
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But there’s something beyond her beauty that draws me in. A string that pulls me to her, and I can’t help but follow her light. I’m helpless to do anything but.
She’s staring out the window when I finally come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist and water dripping down my body. She looks magnificent, with the city of Denver lit up behind her silhouette, bright and alive beyond the glass wall.
“I thought the bedroom view in the cabin was breathtaking,” she says without turning around.
“This is…different. I’ve lived in LA for ten years, seen the lights and the colors of the night, but not from an angle that shows the whole spread of the city, and nothing with a mountain backdrop in the distance.
Nothing like this. So alive, it’s magical. ”
I walk over to her and step up behind her, stroking her shoulders and staring out at the city as well before looking down at her soft profile. There isn’t a view on this planet that could rival her. And I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.
She shivers in pleasure when I wrap my arms around her middle and pull her flush against me.
“I quite like this view right now,” I hum, dipping my head to nibble on her neck, then kissing along her shoulders.
She smells like expensive soap, but with the familiar note of wild jasmine that seems to cling to her skin like a natural scent.
It feels like a drug, or maybe she is the drug, as my head swims and my abdomen clenches with desire for her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Vivienne.”
“You make me feel beautiful.”
Fuck!
“I could make you feel more,” I saw, voice low, pushing up and biting her earlobe even as I dip my hand into her robe and cup her breasts.
She jolts hard against me, moaning when I roll my thumb over the peaking bud.
Christ, she’s soft all over. Delicate, like a flower.
“You’ll let me have you tonight, baby, won’t you? ”
“Yes,” she whimpers, pushing into my palm.
“I want you.” I roll my hips so she can feel my stiff cock, aching with need for her.
“I’ve been hard all day. Was tempted to stop the car and fuck you on the side of the road.
” I tug her robe open and slide my free hand down her hip, caressing her inner thigh and smiling when she trembles against me.
Does she like that idea? Fucking in public?
I wouldn’t really do it, couldn’t risk anyone else seeing the woman who’s meant for only me.
But I can’t help pushing the idea to see how she responds.
I drop my voice even lower. “I’d keep fucking you, even if someone stopped to peer into the car.
I’d let them watch us.” She shivers against me, rubbing her ass back against my cock.
I can tell she likes that fantasy. And as long as it stays a fantasy, I have to admit I like it too.
“Maybe I would let them record my perfect little angel taking my cock in her snug little pussy.” I trail my lips up her neck and whisper into her ear, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
She’s breathing hard, practically panting, and when I slide my finger over her sex, I groan at the wetness slicking her folds. I can’t tell what she likes more—the dirty talk, my touch, or the thought of someone watching as I do this to her. My money is on all three.
Who would have guessed that my sexy little gem would be turned on by the thought of having an audience? “We have the whole of Denver watching us tonight,” I say, tugging the robe off her shoulders and tossing it on the bed, leaving her naked. Perfect. “Why don’t we give them a show?”
“Kyle!” she protests, moving to cover her tits, but I grab her hands before she can. The windows are heavily tinted, and no one can see inside, but I play into the illusion anyway. She’s gasping, writhing against my hold. “We can’t…I’m naked and the windows…someone could see.”
“Let them watch,” I rasp. My cock is aching for release, but I’m not about to rush things when we have the whole night to ourselves. “If we’re going to put on a show, we should make it a good one, don’t you think?”
“Kyle!” she cries out when I slick my middle finger between her folds and tease her clit. “Oh God…t-this is…oh, so wrong.”
I listen to her soft mewl as I rub my middle finger over her digit in slow circles.
“How many do you think are watching you right now?” Her breath hitches.
“One, two…ten?” I say thickly, groaning as her sex gets slicker.
“Maybe there’s a whole crowd down there, gathering…
anticipating the moment I slide my cock into your tight little pussy. ”
Her head falls back against my shoulder, that pretty mouth parting with every harsh breath when I pinch her nipples with my free hand. All my senses are tuned on her, watching the flush on her cheeks deepen and her eyes get dazed.
Fuck me, but she likes this—the thought of having an audience as I touch her.
“Oh God,” she pants, her body trembling and hips moving as she arches into my touch. “Faster, Kyle…please.”
“What was that?” I tease despite the ache in my balls. My dick is begging for me to abandon all reserve and hammer into her tightness, but we’re not there yet. No, when I fuck her, she’ll be begging for my cock. She’ll need it as desperately as I need her. “What do you need, baby?”
“More, please,” she whimpers, jerking against me when I press harder on her nub and move my digit faster over her. I smile when a tremble shudders through her, crying out as she shakes uncontrollably against me. “Oh God.”
I slide my hand through her hair and grab a fistful, tugging her head back before aligning my mouth with hers.
“I want to taste you everywhere,” I say, brushing my mouth over hers, and when she pushes up to deepen the kiss, something in my chest clenches tightly.
Our tongues drag erotically together and I get drunk off the taste of her.
We’re only supposed to last for the duration of this trip. That’s what I asked of her, but as I get lost in her intoxicating taste and scent, I question how the hell I’m going to move on from this. From her.
I break the kiss and pull back, my heart pounding in my chest.
No, I refuse to think about tomorrow.
I have tonight. Maybe tomorrow too, but tonight’s more certain and I refuse to waste it on the what-ifs.
She’s all mine tonight, I think as I drop to my knees behind her.
My towel comes undone and pools on the floor so I pick it up and toss it on the bed next to her robe.
“I have to taste you,” I tell her, grabbing the back of her knees and yanking them apart.
“It eats at me just how desperate for you I am.” I lean in and brush my lips over the inside of her thigh, groaning when I catch the soft, tangy scent of her arousal.
And I am hungry for a taste.
“Oh God,” she whimpers when I push up and inhale deeply at her folds, committing the scent to memory. I’m going to need it for when I lose her.
“Fuck this!” I growl, intent on drowning out the voice in my head as I bury my face between her legs.
She cries out when I tease the seam of her pussy with my tongue, and I groan as her flavor explodes on my tongue, so I push for more.
I spread her legs wider and she jolts hard when I bury my tongue between her folds.
She tastes just as I remember. Sweet and juicy. So goddamn intoxicating.
Her palms slap down on the glass as she tries to grasp for support, and I lose all sense of control and savor her as one does their favorite dessert. I drag my tongue over her pussy, groaning as I drown in the taste of her. Losing my goddamned mind in the most perfect of ways.
“Kyle…oh!” she sobs as I eat her pussy like a starved man, batting her clit with my tongue in turn. The sounds she makes…fuck, they register as music to my ears. And the way she reacts to my touch, arching into me, rocking her hips against my eager tongue, only works to fuel my need for her.
I bring my hand between her legs and tease her opening, rubbing circles around it before nudging a finger inside. She tenses up and clenches hard around the tip of my finger and I damn near spill on the floor. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” I growl against her pussy. “So perfect.”
My cock aches with the urge to replace my finger as I nudge the digit deeper into her, careful not to push too deep just yet.
I pull back and gently add another digit, causing her to gasp and tense against me, but she starts moving again when I bat her clit with the tip of my tongue.
I wait for her to relax before I start thrusting my two fingers into her and soon, she’s arching into me, moving faster, her breathing growing ragged by the second.
“Oh…Kyle, yes,” she sobs, pushing up against the cool glass and rubbing her nipples against it with every move. “Oh God. So close.”
I feel it too, from the way her thighs begin to shake and her pussy quivers against my eager tongue.
She’s close to the edge now, so I wrap my mouth around her clit in gentle suction that sends her off the edge with a scream.
One that echoes through the hotel room, though I’m not sure even these soundproofed walls are enough to contain it.
I suckle her clit as tremors rack her beautiful body, and I almost come when her sex cinches hard around my digits, locking tight as she trembles.
And what a fucking sight it is.
Possessiveness that I didn’t imagine I could feel sets in, and I realize that there’s no way I can let her go. Thoughts of another man touching her the way I do, kissing her…they wreck me. I won’t let that happen.
She’s mine.
She’s still trembling when I climb onto my feet, and I lick my lips as I take her in. Naked and flushed with the city of Denver as a backdrop to the breathtaking view of the woman I’ve found myself inconveniently falling for.
The woman who belongs to me.