Abby looks more than fine in her white dress, strapless to show off her ample chest, making me glad we’re in a private dining area.
The effect she has on me is incredible, and there’s more than once I feel like I can’t wait.
Like I’m going to take her right here on the dining table.
But patience has its rewards, I tell myself.
“This is so nice,” Abby says, trying time and time again to change the subject to the five star food and surroundings, failing when she lets out little moans when my eyes meet hers.
The only thing I can think to tell her are how hot she’s making me, how fucking perfect she looks, and exactly what I plan on doing to her once we’re through eating.
Both of us are soon past the point of no return and counting the seconds until we’re back upstairs, but I do want Abby to get used to the finer things.
Things I’ve never really bothered with until now. Clothes, cars. Fancy rooms and restaurants.
Things that compliment her as she makes them even more special by just being around them.
The first course is a pasta dish, after both of us opt to skip the soup and our main course is a steak with lobster that even I have trouble finishing but Abby seems to know she’s gonna need her strength.
Or is she just clearing the table so we can have dessert upstairs?
Either way, once we’re both done I suggest we get some air first, maybe take a little walk.
I don’t want Abby to feel rushed or pressured.
“I can walk from the elevator to the suite.”
She shivers, looking like she’s about to finish before we even start.
Skipping the after-dinner walk, I’m swift to tell the waiter we’re done, and he obliges at our look of urgency by offering us the use of the hotel's staff elevator.
“Much quicker,” he assures us, picking up on our intentions. We move quickly through the kitchen into the aptly named service elevator.
Before the doors have even closed, our mouths are locked, and I’m glad we just ate because I don’t have plans to put anything but Abby in my mouth for quite a while.
Once we hit our floor I lift her up and her legs wrap around my waist automatically.
Ducking my head as we exit the elevator, I don’t even recall opening the door but I make sure to kick it shut and lock it behind us as I make my way to our bed.
I’m impressed when I finally see the king size bed laying my queen down on it, I growl at Abby that she’s about to get a right royal fucking that I hope neither of us will forget in a hurry.
“I need you, Slade,” she whispers hoarsely, not letting go of my neck and kissing me like a girl who needs just one thing.
“Mine,” I growl, tearing the thin fabric of her dress with both my hands while hers are still hooked around my neck.
Abby lets out a gasp, and then another once my hands help her out of her bra and panties.
She shivers and she swears loudly, making my aching erection twitch uncontrollably.
The thrill of seeing her naked again is only matched by the innocent yet sensual look in her eye, letting me know in no uncertain terms that Abby likes this as much as I do.
Returning the favor, her hands yank at my zipper and I groan than laugh when I hear the material tear.
“I’ve wanted to rip your fucking clothes off from the moment I saw you,” I tell her, and she grits her teeth as she yanks harder.
Ripping my pants and tearing my shirt open, freeing my engorged stiffness it smacks against my abs from how hard I am.
Abby groans louder at the sight then feel of my cock as it presses against her soft, sweet flesh.
The flat of her palm glides over my thickened purple helm, drawing a fresh stream of precome that she savors with her sinful mouth. The rest she runs across her sweet pussy, opening her thick thighs wider for me so I can see as she mixes our essence.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I groan. Reminding and vowing aloud to never let either of us forget it as she grips my throbbing cock with both hands, slowly edging it towards her quivering hole.
“Let me,” she whispers, sucking air in hard as she slides her eyes from mine down to her prize.
My eyes are amazed by the sight, the feel of her hands on me, finally guiding my manhood where it belongs is priceless.
I’ve thought hard about how tight Abby would be, but nothing could have prepared me for the sensation of finally feeling her drenched, tight pussy wrapped around my aching shaft.
The thick softness of her thighs against mine, her nipples stiff at attention, and plenty of her hips and ass to fill my hands prove what I already knew.