40. Bella
FORTY
Bella
Four Years Later…
The lobby of our hotel is bustling with activity, the hum of conversation and the occasional clink of glasses creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
I stand at the front desk with Lily, who has been managing the place with incredible skill and dedication. Owning two hotels now, I feel a sense of pride and accomplishment that’s hard to put into words.
“You know, Bella, we might need to expand the staff again,” Lily says, glancing at the booking chart. “We’re almost fully booked for the next few months.”
I nod, a smile spreading across my face. “That’s a good problem to have. Let’s start interviews next week.”
Lily grins. “You’re doing an amazing job, you know that?”
I return her smile, feeling a rush of gratitude. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Lily. You’ve been my rock.”
Just then, the doors swing open and Alex walks in. He’s been an incredible father to our child, and his first book has been a huge success, with talks of it being turned into a movie.
Ricardo, his boss, even agreed to be the godfather, which seemed fitting given that he’s a mob boss with kids of his own.
Alex spots me and his eyes light up. He makes his way over, and I can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement every time I see him. “Hey, beautiful,” he says, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Can I steal you for a moment?”
I nod, my heart skipping a beat. “Of course.”
He leads me to a side room, away from the busy lobby. Once the door closes behind us, he turns to me, his eyes darkening with desire. “Did you do as I say?”
A shiver runs down my spine as I nod. “Yes.”
“Show me,” he commands, his voice low and filled with promise.
I bend over, lifting my dress to reveal my bare, glistening pussy, and his breath hitches audibly. “No panties like you ordered.”
I can feel his eyes on me, taking in the sight of my exposed flesh, and it sends a shiver of desire down my spine. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with lust.
He steps closer, his hands gently caressing my hips, and I can feel the heat radiating off of him. His touch sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
His fingers find their way to my most sensitive spot, and he begins to rub slow circles around my clit. My body responds immediately, my hips bucking involuntarily as the pleasure builds.
I can feel the slick wetness of my arousal coating his fingers, and it makes me even more turned on. I know we have to be quiet, with guests just outside the door, but the thrill of it only heightens the experience.
I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my breath coming in short gasps as he continues to work my clit.
He slides one finger inside of me, and I almost cry out at the feeling. He curls it upwards, hitting my g-spot with expert precision, and I can feel the orgasm building inside of me.
My legs are shaking, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. He adds a second finger, and the feeling is almost too much. I can feel myself clenching around him, desperate for release.
With one final stroke, he sends me over the edge. My body trembles with pleasure, and I can feel myself pulsing around his fingers.
He holds me close, his breath hot against my ear. "I love you, Bella," he murmurs, and I can hear the love and desire in his voice.
"I love you too, Alex," I whisper back, feeling giddy with happiness. I can feel the aftershocks of my orgasm still rippling through me, and I know I'll be feeling the effects of this experience for a long time to come.
He slowly pulls his fingers out of me, and I can feel the wetness of my arousal coating them. He brings them to his mouth and licks them clean, and the sight of it is almost too much for me.
I can feel myself getting turned on all over again, and I know we'll be repeating this experience many times in the future.
We compose ourselves before stepping back into the lobby. I’m still riding the high of our intimate moment, my heart light and full of love. As I return to the front desk, I see my father walking in with our little one, fresh from preschool.
“Mama!” Daisy calls out, running towards me.
I scoop her up, planting a kiss on her cheek. “How was your day, sweetheart?”
“Fun! We made pictures!” she exclaims, holding up a colorful drawing.
Alex joins us, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Looks like we have a little artist on our hands.”
We sit down at a table in the dining area, Dad joining us. The warmth of family and the joy of being together fills my heart. Life is more beautiful than I ever imagined it could be.
We share lunch, laughter, and stories, our child’s animated recounting of the day making us all smile.
As I look around the table, I feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. My life is perfect. I have a loving husband, a beautiful child, and a thriving business. What more could any woman want?