He stood abruptly and headed for the en suite bathroom. Was it something I said? Apparently it was, because seconds later he re-emerged, holding up a little white bottle with a triumphant air.
‘God save fancy hotels,’ he said, sitting down beside me and uncapping the bottle. ‘Moisturiser,’ he explained.
‘Mmmm.’ That was the extent of my conversational power for the next five minutes, while Tom massaged the cool, rose-scented lotion all over my buttocks and thighs, making sure it soaked right into my burning skin. The hand that had hurt now healed. He was a contradiction, all right.
‘Haven’t you always wanted an arse that smells of roses?’ he said, lowering his nose to one of my rear cheeks and taking a deep sniff. ‘Lovely.’
‘Oh God, I feel so relaxed,’ I said dreamily. I was sinking into the top-of-the-range mattress, feeling that wonderful exhaustion brisk exercise can bestow. ‘How can getting thrashed until I can’t bear it be so…mmm?’
‘You can’t go to sleep now,’ said Tom, patting my bottom to wake me up.
It worked – and it reminded me of the insistent tingling between my legs.
‘Why not?’ I asked, with a catlike smile. I knew why not.
In reply, he pushed his fingers between my thighs and dabbled them in the wetness he found there.
‘Because this,’ he whispered.
I rotated my hips and sighed deeply.
‘Get up on your knees,’ he whispered. ‘And take that bloody dress off.’
I managed to remove the damp tangle of clothing and knelt in just my bra, stockings, suspenders and lowered knickers, twisting my neck to get a glimpse of myself in the mantel mirror.
Tom noticed and smirked.
‘Want to see yourself, do you?’ He finished taking off his top and positioned me so that my profile faced the mirror. ‘Now you can.’
The deep red stain on my bottom was outrageous and captivated my attention until Tom, now fully undressed, came to kneel in front of me.
‘Keep your eye on us,’ he whispered, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth while his hands cupped my bottom. I couldn’t resist the temptation of a sidelong glance or two and what I saw will stay in my memory for ever. Nothing so hot has been seen, before or since, as Tom, all over me, while I kneel in supplication in my whorish underwear, giving myself up to him. If I never have anything like this in my life again, I thought, at least I’ve had this.
‘God, you’re hot,’ he whispered, breaking the kiss and burying his face in my breasts. ‘I want to see you suck me. Will you?’
I could refuse him nothing. I bobbed down straight away and took his cock in my hands, stroked and touched it, enjoying its velvety steel before putting my lips to it. The bedroom mirror showed what I was doing in unflinching detail. I watched myself bend in submission while he slid deeper and deeper into my mouth. I watched his face contort into a spectrum of expressions, ending in slack-jawed, eyelash-fluttering wonder, while his hand took a grip on my hair, his fist clenching and unclenching with each little pulse of his arousal.
‘Jesus,’ he whimpered. ‘No, stop now. Ah, I can’t believe I’m letting you stop now…oh, God.’
I knelt back up, wiping my mouth, questioning him with my eyes.
‘Wasn’t it working for you?’
‘Quite the fucking opposite,’ he growled. ‘But I want to come inside you. Get your head down and your arse up.’
I obeyed instantly, regretting that this put me out of the mirror’s range, but I imagined there would be compensations for this.
And there surely were. He was swift and sure, entering me like a blade into a sheath. I gasped and felt myself stretch, then relaxed into the grip of his hands on my hips and his painstaking rhythm. The bed, despite its expense, creaked with every stroke and now I had to imagine people listening in to us, as well as watching from across the way.
‘You…asked for this…’ he gasped, slamming into me. My bo
ttom, still very warm, heated back up at the frequent contact with his loins, and the tingle flooded into my lower belly and beyond.
‘Just wish…I’d tied you up…first…’
And then no more words, though I did wonder why he hadn’t. I suppose nature had taken over.
I was expecting the coupling to be fast and furious and soon finished, given the state of arousal I’d sucked him into, but Tom lasted a surprisingly long time. He interrupted our rutting to move me into different positions, ending up crouching over me entering me from the side, which gave him the advantage of being able to stare down at me with an almost cruel intensity.