“Oh, fuck! You’re so tight.”
Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I fell into the rhythm of his thrusts when without warning he added another finger. “Oh, God!” I breathed against his chest. Never had anything felt so good. Never had I been wound so tight. Each time his fingers probed deeper and deeper, I had the sensation of climbing a mountain: higher and higher. My breathing labored as I neared the precipice. As the peak showed itself in the distance, he expertly brushed my clit and ignited a fire storm within me. An uncontrollable whimper escaped my lips as he rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Relax, baby, let me give this to you. Don’t fight it.”
Was I fighting? It sure didn’t feel like fighting.
I nodded, closed my eyes, and floated against his chest. His knee bounced, lifting me up and bringing me down. In and out his fingers slid. It was all in perfect rhythm, a harmony of sensation as my mind and body reached the crescendo that he’d orchestrated. Then in perfect timing, in unison, he pinched my clit and my nipple. My world exploded. Flashes of light like I’d never known sparkled behind my closed eyes. Every muscle in my body tightened and imploded. Though it came upon me fast, it didn’t end the same way. No. I held tightly to his shoulders as waves of pleasure rippled through my body. It wasn’t until I fell slack against his chest that I realized I’d been yelling out.
My legs gave way as embarrassment washed over me. Stewart picked me up and sat me in the chair. Awkwardly, I realized I was still bare-assed. He knelt before me, lifted my chin and placed his fingers to his lips. Inhaling deeply, he said, “Tori, you’re incredible.”
Slowly, he sucked my essence from his fingers and licked his lips. As he reveled in his display, mortification overtook me. I tried again to look away, but his words stopped me.
“No, I want you to watch. Can’t you see how good you taste? I could go down on you all day. Tori, you have no idea how fucking hot you are, how sexual. There are so many things I can teach you, but I can’t teach that. You’re fucking perfect.”
Slowly, my mind processed my still-exposed sex, as my cheeks once again blushed. “I think I need to get dressed,” I muttered as I reached for my panties.
They were too far away, and my muscles were Jell-o. Chivalrously, Stewart reached for my underwear. With a grin, he placed it near his nose, closed his eyes, and inhaled.
“Please…” I said, self-conscious of the wetness of my panties.
“Please?”
“I’m…” I truly didn’t know what to say.
“You’re perfect. That’s what I said, and I don’t say what I don’t mean.” He lifted my feet one by one, placing them into the leg holes of my panties. His blue eyes bore through me, as if he could see something others couldn’t. I remained silent as he slid the soft material up my legs. When they were almost in place, he said, “Tori, don’t ever be embarrassed about your reaction. It was beautiful and honest. That’s what I want from you: honesty. Now, tell me what you’re thinking.”
My mind was mush. “I have no idea,” I replied honestly with a giggle. “I am embarrassed, but I don’t know why.” I lowered my eyes. “It was unbelievable. I’ve never…”
Helping me stand, he secured my underwear over my hips and whispered near my ear. “Remember what I said. My cock is much better. You haven’t experienced anything yet.”
The dark sky beyond our bubble reminded me of the late hour. “I think I’d better get some sleep.”
“Yes.” He grinned. “Tomorrow is a big day. Can you find your way back to your room?”
Nodding, I replied, “Yes. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night.”
“WHERE THE HELL were you?”
The words echoed through my bedroom suite, bouncing off the walls and windows as I blinked my eyes. The flood of sunlight assaulted my sight, burning my vision, where moments earlier I’d seen only peaceful dreams. I’d been sound asleep, alone in my bed. With my drapes suddenly opened, I struggled with reality. What was happening?
Before I could acclimate, the soft blankets cocooning my world moved, and cool air struck my warm, suddenly exposed skin. Thankfully, I still had the protection of my nightgown and panties, as I squinted against the light and focused on the faces before me.
“What the hell?”
As the haze faded, both my husband and his right-hand man came into view. Stewart was beside my bed, in the wheelchair, and Travis was standing near the open drapes. I had no doubt that Travis had been the one to wheel Stewart from his downstairs room to my suite.
Stewart continued his glare. “Where the hell were you last night?”
Reaching for the blankets, I covered myself and scowled toward Travis. “Get the hell out of my room.”
It took every ounce of my energy not to jump from my bed and slap the smug expression off his arrogant face. Instead, I scowled toward Stewart with my lips pursed in silent disobedience. Finally, he turned toward Travis. “Leave us. I’ll call for you when I’m ready to be taken back to my room, or…” He looked at me. “…Mrs. Harrington can tend to her husband. After all, isn’t that what good wives do?” Stewart shrugged. “But then again, good wives aren’t out until all hours of the night.” He nodded. “Go now.”
“Yes, sir,” Travis replied, all the while his eyes fixed on me.