Hollywood's Secret Baby

“To a long and happy marriage,” Sarah toasts us, lifting her glass.

Joan adds cheekily, “And maybe a little sibling for Lizzie.”

I practically choke on my champagne at this, but soon we’re laughing as tourists walking along the beach stop to take pictures of our famous wedding guest. After humoring her fans, Sarah holds her hand up to her forehead, blocking out the sun’s glare. “I think it is time that we move this party inside.”

“There’s a reception?” I ask, but I didn’t need to. This is Sarah we’re talking about. Of course, she has a round two for us. In fact, she’s got more than that planned.

Once we’re at our cars, Lizzie immediately hops in Sarah’s convertible. Joan has her own car that she’s already started up to get the air conditioner going. Cory and I sit in his car, waiting for directions.

“Here,” Joan sidles up to my window and passes me a magnetic key card like they use at hotels. “We’re taking Lizzie to Disneyland. Again,” she says and laughs. “You would think she would get tired of the place. Anyways, we’re going to give you guys a few hours. Meet us at the Plaza Inn at the east side of the park for dinner.”

Before I can thank her, she’s ducked away and hopped in her car. I wave to Lizzie, knowing that she’s in safe, capable hands.

And thanks to them, I’m about to be in some capable hands of my own.

Cory starts up the car. “No time to waste then.”

And he keeps this sentiment all the way until we’re in our room at the Hilton and the door clicks behind us.

Like a shock of electricity, he drags me close to him, crushing his lips against mine, his hands squeezing at my ass.

We race to pull each other’s clothes off, but Cory’s definitely got a lead in this department. While I struggle to unbutton his shirt, with a single swift move, he’s brings down the zipper running along the back of my dress and it falls to the ground. Because it was strapless and pretty tight, I wasn’t even wearing a bra underneath, so in a matter of seconds, I’m down to my underwear, and they aren’t the usual panties I wear under sweatpants. These are black lacy things that Cory picked up for me a few months ago from Victoria’s Secret. I’ve never been much for wearing this sort of thing, but having seen my ass in the mirror with them on, I’ve found a new level of confidence.

“Get over here, Hot Stuff,” Cory says and pulls me on to the bed where his mouth goes straight for my breasts. I arch my back as he licks and sucks, having completely given up on getting him undressed. Thankfully, he’s doing it for me. “We don’t have much time,” he says.

Feeling especially daring, I reply, “Which means if we make it fast we can get off twice.”

He leans down and kisses me. “I like how you think, girl.”

His kisses paint a path down my cheeks and neck to my breasts. Already I’m wriggling underneath him with anticipation, but he doesn’t just pull off the last vestiges of clothing we have remaining and start pounding away. Despite our time crunch, Cory’s determined to make this as special as possible.

After kicking our final garments onto the floor, Cory pulls me into a sitting position. I’m on his lap, but he’s not inside me. Yet.

He reaches down and contorts his hand so that he’s able to rub at my clit. I’m already ridiculously wet, and after just twenty seconds of this, I’m rising up and placing his tip at my pussy. Then in a smooth motion, I lower myself down so that I’m sitting on him, only this time it’s completely different. We embrace, our mouths locked together as we rock back and forth.

We’ve been in this position before, but only as an intermediary stage. This is intimate and all, but it’s not going to get him off any time soon.

The same can’t be said for me.

I think it's the purposeful slowness that’s doing it for me. Pretty soon, I’m rocking us back and forth faster and faster. Once I try to push him back on the bed, but he resists, kissing me and saying, “Once like this, once like that.”

Hard to argue with that sort of plan.

I cum while hugging him tight and shaking. As I relax into him, he finally pushes me forward and goes to lie on top of me.

Only, he doesn’t.

Instead he lifts one of my legs and manages to lie down behind me without ever pulling out. Instead of face-to-face, he’s the big spoon. Except we’re not cuddling. He reaches down and props my legs up so that I’m spread wide open. With this free hand he then reaches for my breast, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch lightly at my nipple. My body is already tingling with post-orgasmic bliss, so this tiny touch is already too much.

Then he starts sliding in and out, and I’m back on the rollercoaster, climbing up the second big hill before we go screaming down another free fall.

From this position, his cock hits me inside a different way. There’s a new kind of pressure building within me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. And when his hand slides down to rub along my magic little button, I brush his hand away. One, because I’m still too sensitive, but also because I want to focus all of my self on this new sensation.

Cory has already lasted through the previous position, and as much stamina as he’s got, he’s not going to make it much longer. His pace becomes frantic, his thighs slapping against my ass. All the while, I’m feeling like there’s a detonation getting ready to go off inside me.

Seconds before the orgasm rocks my body, I actually hold my breath. It’s like there’s this fear at never having climbed this high, and not knowing what’s going to happen next.

The orgasm rocks through my body, not in quivers but in full on shakes. I’m possessed, quaking against Cory as he cums inside me. My eyes roll back in my head and everything goes white. Cory pulls out, leaving me humping the air as I continue to cum.