Chapter 19
Diablo
Entering the Hamilton hotel, I know I’ve made the right decision.
I’d researched so carefully, requesting photos of the rooms so I could pick the perfect one for everything I have planned.
This night has already been made a whole lot better than I could’ve ever imagined, after Elizabeth told me she loves me.
I’ve never said that to anyone before, I expected it to be terrifying, anxiety inducing, but the words came out so easily; and when she said them back, everything clicked into place. She’s mine, and tonight is all about us having time to enjoy ourselves.
We’re given the key, and I leave strict instructions with the front desk that we’re not to be disturbed unless we contact room service. I’m tired of interruptions and having to be quiet; I need Elizabeth like I used to have her in the apartment, and I can’t wait a moment longer.
As soon as we’re in the elevator, I press her into the wall. Taking hold of her hair with one hand and pulling her head back, I trace her neck with kisses, nibbling into that spot that she loves. She lets out a soft gasp; she’s too used to being quiet, and that needs to stop.
“You don’t need to be quiet here, princess. I wanna be able to hear you.”
“Fuck,” she moans, “we’re still in the elevator.”
“So?” I ask, dropping to my knees and running my fingers up her leg, underneath her dress. “Mmm, is that lace I feel?”
“Happy Birthday,” she smirks.
I lower her dress and stand again, bringing my hands to her face and claiming her lips. I’d wanted to make her come on my mouth in the elevator, but feeling the lace makes me want to wait so I can appreciate her in the lingerie… before destroying it.
The elevator doors open and I practically drag her towards the door, too desperate to walk calmly. Once we’re inside I go to kiss her, but she pulls away, instead walking slowly through the room.
“The penthouse?” she asks, taking everything in.
“Like I said, I wanted you to have the best.”
“Hmm…” she murmurs, a smile playing on her lips.
She moves onto the balcony, resting her hands against the railing. The photos didn’t do the view justice, but right now, I only have eyes for her.
Hearing me approach, she looks back over her shoulder, “Help me with my zip?”
We’re finally alone, no one else can see us here, so I slowly undo the zip, her dress falling to her feet.
She’s wearing a black lace bodysuit, her porcelain skin teasing me through the pattern.
I don’t know how long I stare at her back, slowly tracing my fingers over the lingerie down to her ass, which is half covered in lace, half perfect skin, just begging to be kissed and marked .
I drop my head to kiss along her neck and shoulders, sweeping her hair to the side, loving that she wore it loose for me.
“Elizabeth,” I whisper between kisses, and she leans her head back to rest on my shoulder.
The view down her body is incredible, her tits covered in the lace, her nipples already pushing against the fabric. I slide my hands around her body, one gripping her belly, and the other cupping her breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, “so fucking perfect.”
She lets out a moan and it spurs me on.
“Such a good girl, wearing lace for me, knowing how much I love it.”
“Yes,” she gasps, as I run one of my hands lower, enjoying the sensations of the fabric against her skin.
“I’m gonna make you come, princess, right here on the balcony.”
“Please,” she moans.
I add a bit more pressure over her clit. “You like the sound of that?”
“Yes, Angel, please.”
I move her bodysuit to the side, sliding my hand further and teasing her with a finger.
“I love how wet your pussy gets for me. Are you imagining me inside you, without anything between us?”
“Fuck,” she moans.
“I bet you can’t wait to feel all of me… filling you…” I slide two fingers into her, “…coming inside you.”
“Angel!” she cries.
“You sound so fucking needy, wanting me to fill you up with my cum,” I moan at the thought of me dripping out between her legs. “Fuck, princess. ”
I grind into her ass, showing her how hard it makes me, just thinking about coming inside of her.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I’d wanted to take my time, slowly tease her to orgasm; but we’ve got all night to take it slow, I need to be inside her right now.
I spin her around to face me and slide my fingers into her again, rubbing my thumb over her clit at the pace and pressure that she likes.
I know she won’t last long as I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside that sends her over the edge.
She pulses around me, her orgasm overtaking her as she grips my shirt. Her head falls back as she leans against the balcony railing, crying out my name right at the peak of her orgasm.
I throw her over my shoulder and race to the bed, she’s so relaxed after her orgasm she doesn’t even scream like she usually does when I pick her up, instead just laughing as we collapse onto the bed together.
“I’m sorry,” I say between kisses, “I really wanted to take my time.”
“We’ve got all night; I need to feel you inside me.”
I have no idea how we manage considering we’re lying down, but the rest of my clothes and her lingerie are soon scattered over the floor around the bed and we’re naked in each other’s arms. I’m so fucking hard with her underneath me, and even though I know what’s about to happen, my mind automatically thinks about reaching for a condom.
“Fuck,” I chuckle.
“What?”
“Just reminding myself I don’t need a condom.”
“No, nothing between us.”
“Just us,” I say.
I push into her as I say it and fuck, it feels like my first time only amplified, I can feel everything .
“Elizabeth,” I moan, “you feel so fucking amazing.” I move my hips, the sensation overwhelming. “So warm, so soft.”
I don’t even know what I’m saying, words are falling out between kisses; feeling her like this, with nothing in between us, is more incredible than I imagined it would be.
Her legs are drawn up to my waist, allowing me in even deeper; and one of her hands is on my ass, pulling me into her while her hips buck to meet mine. With her other hand around my neck, she keeps our foreheads connected, and when we’re not kissing, we’re looking into each other’s eyes.
“I love you so fucking much,” I murmur.
“I love you too.”
She takes her hand from around my neck and lowers it between us; I lift slightly to give her room so she can play with herself.
“You gonna come with me, princess?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
I can already feel her getting close, her pussy pulsing around me.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I moan.
“I’m gonna come!”
Her body trembles and shakes beneath me as she succumbs to her orgasm; I quickly follow, and it feels so fucking amazing, I swear I even go blind for a moment. I collapse onto her, and have no idea how long I lie there, but she’s gently stroking my sides and my back and doesn’t seem to mind.
“You okay?” she asks, a light chuckle in her voice.
“I don’t know what I am, you’ve ruined me.”
I lift up to roll off, but she pulls me back; we kiss for a while, only pausing to gasp as I soften and slip out of her, both of us sensitive .
“When I can walk again,” I say, “how about I go and run us a bath?”
“Why don’t you stay here and find your legs; I’ll go run us a bath, it is your birthday after all.”
She kisses me, before standing from the bed and walking naked to the bathroom, looking back as she reaches the door to give me a smile.
Fuck… I’m so in love with this girl.
Elizabeth
It’s rare that I can enjoy sitting in a bathtub where my body feels comfortable, usually they’re too narrow, leaving me feeling cramped. But this gorgeous freestanding tub is made for two, both of us sitting at either end, watching each other through the bubbles, a glass of whiskey in our hands.
My knees are drawn up towards my chest as I lean back comfortably, grateful that the taps are central so there’s nothing stopping either of us from being fully relaxed.
We’ve not spoken since we got in, just enjoying each other in this space; the heat from the water and the gentle touches that happen between us, but now, I want to be closer.
I place my drink on the floor and turn my body, so my back is towards Angel.
He moves his legs either side of me so I can lean back against his chest, feeling his cock pressing against my ass, pleased that he’s already hard.
He wraps his arms around me, using his hands to lazily drip water down my breasts and my shoulders.
My nipples react to the cold outside of the water, becoming even more sensitive as he runs his thumbs over them softly.
“When we live together, we’re definitely gonna have a tub like this,” he says .
“Decorating already? Someone’s excited.”
“Tell me you wouldn’t wanna do this every night before we go to sleep.”
“Well when you put it like that,” I say, tilting my head back to smile at him, “what other benefits would the bathtub come with?”
He kisses my shoulder, licking along my skin and pausing to bite in a couple of places. Keeping one hand on my breasts, he strokes and teases my nipples, while his other hand runs down over my belly. My legs instinctively part for him when he reaches my pussy.
He’s taking his time, lazily brushing his fingers over me, making my body work for it as I try to push my hips into his hand.
“So impatient,” he chuckles, “I rushed earlier, I’m not gonna rush again.”
“Angel,” I moan.
“Just lie back, princess, I’ve got you.”
I let myself go, allowing my body to fall back against him completely, letting him set the pace—teasing me, edging me. As my orgasm builds, he eases off, going back to featherlight touches before gradually building up again, working his way to my clit and giving me the pressure he knows I need.
I lose track of how long he does this, the water cools but I only feel the warmth from his body and his arm around me. I know he’s finally going to let me come when he slides two of his fingers into me, using the base of his palm on my clit which is oversensitive from the edging.
“Fuck, Angel, I’m so close.”
“I’ve got you, princess.”
The edging has intensified everything, every sensation, every pulse; and as my orgasm takes me it feels never ending, as though it’s too much, but I can’t stop riding it at the same time.
My whole-body trembles, feeling myself clench around his hand.
I’m gripping his wrist, keeping his hand in place so I can grind against it, keeping my orgasm rolling as long as possible.
Both of his arms wrap around my body, warming me, holding me tight against him.
He whispers in my ear as I come down from the high, telling me he loves me, that I’m perfect, that I’m his.
I lay back against him and soak it all up, not in a rush to move or speak, just wanting to lie here and enjoy everything he’s giving me.
Fuck… I’m so in love with this man...