Chasing Him (Dark Love 4)
I head to my closet where I find a short floral summer dress and mix it with wedged sandals. My hair is done, and I glance at my watch—ten-thirty. Oh, who cares if I’m early. I’m eager to head across town and don’t want to be late.
I walk into the lobby of the hotel conscious people are eyeing me like I’m Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. With some direction from the concierge, I make my way to the tenth floor and find the room. Just as I’m about to knock, I notice a swipe card peeking out of the bottom of the door. My hands are shaking as I grab it and swipe it. The door unlocks, and I find myself inside the room closing the door gently behind me.
The room is dark—all the curtains are drawn shut, but the sound of the shower can be heard. I place my purse on the nightstand, and with my heart beating out of my chest, I open the slightly ajar door to a steaming bathroom. My vision is clouded, but I can see the silhouette of his muscled back. My jaw almost drops when he turns to the side, and I catch a glimpse of him stroking himself, eyes closed as he uses his spare hand to lean on the wall.
I’m ready to combust.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and without even thinking, I remove my shoes and climb into the shower fully dressed. With the water embracing me, I wrap my hand around his chest and lean my head against his back.
“I thought you’d come,” he whispers.
“Not yet, handsome,” I tease.
He turns around slowly and stands naked with the biggest hard-on I’ve ever seen in my life. I gulp in fear, yet uncontrollably, I drop to my knees and place my hand on his shaft. With slow strokes and maintaining eye contact, he groans under his breath and demands I take it all in. But I play hardball, teasing him with gentle strokes, watching his body tense with desire. His eyes open wide as he stares down and watches me intently, begging me now to take it all in, but I resist again, building up the pleasure. My mouth moves closer to the tip of his cock, and just when he thinks I’m about to suck, I pull back teasing him again, increasing the pace of my stroke.
“Adriana, take it in now,” he whimpers.
I hold the control, and I know I’m getting off on it too, practically swollen and dripping wet despite the water cascading down on my fully dressed body. He sees me inch closer, and while I plan to hold back again, he’s swift and demands me to suck on his cock, shoving all of him directly into my mouth.
Giving head isn’t on my top ten fun things to do, but something about him, the way he makes it look so sexy and appealing, possesses me to take him as far in as I can. The tickle at the back of my throat causes me to gag slightly, warning me it’s as far as it can go. His eyes flare at my ability to push him in further, the thrill indulging me to exceed my limits and open my mouth wider. I move my mouth in rhythm with my suction as I watch him melt around me. He is demanding me to pleasure him, and I give him all I have, and just like the gentleman Julian is, he warns me with a rugged threat it’s all about to end.
I keep on going until he explodes in my mouth, banging on the wall of the shower as he releases into me and finds himself coming down from an extreme high. I lick the tip of his cock and move my way back up to him. He smashes his lips onto mine, caressing my face in an intimate gesture.
I’m about to tell him how much I missed him but am distracted by the removal of my dress followed by my bra and panties. Standing naked in front of him, he licks his lips in delight. Pressing my body up against the wall, he demands I raise my hands over my head, and I obey.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans.
I’m a little unsure of what to do, never been pinned to a wall before, but it doesn’t take me long to figure out his next move as his tongue moves from my mouth, tracing my neck as he stops midway between my breasts. My nipples are erect, waiting in anticipation as his lips circle them, my eyes close allowing my senses to take over. I’m trying to hold back the impending orgasm, but fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s all becoming too hard, including his delicious cock pressing firmly against my leg, begging to be noticed again.
His rolls my nipples between his fingers, tugging them as I beg for more. Words and emotions are leaving my mouth without my brain’s approval. I feel dirty, and I fucking love it.
With his tongue now moving past my belly button, I embrace the pleasure he is about to bestow on me and wait impatiently as he kisses the insides of my thighs. He is taking his jolly old time, and this gratification stuff has run its course.
Perhaps he senses my frustration and smiles. “A little impatient, aren’t we?”
I squirm again and blurt out, “You’re killing me.”
The smirk on his face widens, but he doesn’t move an inch.
“I’m not kidding, and this is fucking unfair!”
He still doesn’t move an inch. I mean seriously, I’m a bomb ready to explode, one button, that’s all I am asking for here. There’s no change, and that bomb warns me it’s time to take matters into my own hands.
I pull my arms down and firmly grip his head, forcing his mouth between my legs, and the second his lips touch my sensitive spot, I let out the loudest groan, clutching his hair as my body threatens to give straight away.
A little longer, distract yourself. Quick, look around you!
Shampoo.
Soap.
Rainbows.
Rainbow showers.
Pee.
OMG, Eric!