A Beautiful Forever(31)
“Sit down,” she says, indicating the bed with a nod of her head. I do as I’m told and sit there watching as she shimmies out of her three-quarter pants and steps out of them, moving toward me, still wearing her unbuttoned shirt but giving me glimpses of a matching set of purple lingerie.
“Is this new?” I ask as she lets her shirt drop down her arms, stepping within my grasp. Reaching out, I hook my finger in the middle of her bra, pulling her towards me and sliding my hands over the purple, lace edged, silk that’s cupping her breasts.
“You like it?” she counters, resting her hands on my shoulders as I bury my face in the soft flesh of her chest.
“I do,” I tell her reaching my hands behind her back to unhook her bra. “Now take them off.”
Paige
A bolt of arousal shoots down my body and straight between my legs at his gruff tone as I comply. His eyes dark, like a turbulent sea, as he watches me slowly peel the lace edged silk away from my body, leaving them by my feet on the floor.
Catching me by the hand, he pulls me swiftly toward him, flipping me on the bed and holding himself over me, trailing his fingers along my curves as he brushes his lips against mine, his tongue embarking on a slow languid exploration of my mouth.
When his hand reaches my hip, he pulls my body closer to his, fitting me up against him as his fingers continue to trail down the length of my leg, resting behind my knee and guiding me, so I’m wrapped around him.
“God, I’m going to miss touching you,” he breathes as his kisses stray along my jaw and down the curve of my neck.
“Don’t talk about it please,” I stress on a gasp as his hand finds my breasts, kneading at my tender flesh as his mouth closes over the nipple of the other, sucking it to a point as I moan, pulling at his shirt, desperate for the feel of his skin against my own. “Take it all off,” I whisper urgently, undoing the button on his fly as he sits back to remove his shirt.
Dropping his clothes at the foot of the bed he reaches out and grabs my legs, dragging my body down the bed until I’m open and exposed, quivering as I wait for his touch as he settles himself between my legs.
His breath is warm and feathery as his mouth nears my most sensitive spot, I whimper in anticipation rolling my hips up towards him; he's teasing me.
“Please,” I beg, aching for his touch.
“Give me your hand,” he says, sliding his fingers around my opening as he distributes my wetness around me, dancing around my clit with his fingertips, causing it to throb even more.
I give him my hand, and he guides me between my legs. “Together,” he says, inserting his fingers between my folds as I start to circle my own clit, moaning and rocking my hips upward as we work. He plants soft kisses on my inner thighs as he watches humming his pleasure as his fingers curl inside me, massaging my core and bringing me ever closer to bursting point.
“You want more?” he asks, gently easing a third finger into my opening.
“Oh yes!” I cry, rocking my hips harder against his hand. The sensation is too much for me to bear, and I cry out trying to keep my own hand moving as I spasm around his hand, bursting into a million tiny orgasmic pieces. Nudging my hand out of the way he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking at it and swirling his tongue as I writhe underneath him, screaming out and pulling on his hair.
Suddenly, it all becomes too much, and I lock my foot against his shoulder pushing him hard as I scoot up the bed and away from his grasp. He’s back up on the bed in seconds, holding himself above and grinning as he looks down at me, nudging between my legs with his erection.
“Had enough?” he says, his eyes dark and playful.
“Never,” I pant out as he crashes his mouth into mine and reaches his hand out for a condom from the bedside drawer. Separating briefly to apply it, he returns immediately, reconnecting our mouths before slamming into me, filling me with his intensity as we beat our hips together, kissing and moaning, pulling at each other’s bodies in a sweaty dance filled with all the feelings unspoken between us. We pound into each other again and again until we’re both calling out, shuddering together, before collapsing in each other’s arms, gasping for breath but refusing to let go.
Chapter 24
Elliot
“Did you see the size of that bath in there?” I say to Paige the next morning.
She raises her eyebrows, “I did, do you think you’ll fit?”
“I think we’ll both fit.”
A smile creeps over Paige’s face. “Well, what are you waiting for? – go and turn it on.”
I get up and stride over to the en-suite and turn on the massive bath, waiting for the water to get nice and warm before I return to Paige. She’s lying on the bed, smiling to herself while she’s looking at her phone. I flop down beside her. “What are you grinning about?” I ask.
“Us,” she says, showing me one of the photos of us on the Cobb last night. “Although, I do need one more very important one to make my collection complete.”
I fold my arms up behind my head as she climbs on top of me. My arousal starts to stir because she’s straddling me, and we’re both naked. She grins and wriggles her hips making me harder. “You’re not taking a photo of that are you?” I ask, unsure of where this is going.
“No,” she says, leaning down to kiss me before sitting back and aiming her phone at me. “I want a photo of you lying there, naked beneath me.”
I’m grinning as she taps her screen, and it makes a clicking sound. She turns her phone around for me to see, and it is just me, waist up.
“See, you can’t see anything, but I’ll always know what was going on.” She moves her hips over my shaft again, and I pull her face towards me to kiss her, sliding my tongue in her mouth as we take turns tasting each other.
She reaches over to the night stand and picks up a condom and then breaks away from me, “Wha-!” I start as she slides off me, but I quickly jump up and follow her as she heads to the en-suite and beckons for me to follow her.
Paige
Tearing the foil off the packet with my teeth, I take the condom out and roll it down the length of his shaft as I plant feather light kisses over his chest and neck, taking my time, sliding my hand up and down his rock-hard shaft as I finish.
He moans as he leans down to kiss me, pulling me towards him, so we’re pressing firmly against each other, he’s all hard muscle and smooth skin to my soft tissue and curves - we press together like our bodies were made to absorb each other, it’s amazing.
“Get in,” I say as I push him back a touch and lean over to shut off the tap.
He does as he’s told, and I climb in on top of him, taking him inside me before the water has a chance to wash away my natural lubrication.
Moaning slightly as I connect us to the base of his shaft he says, “I told you it was a big tub,” in this low sensual voice that never fails to set my body on fire.
Rocking my hips slowly, I lean in, gently brushing my lips over the stubble on his chin before grazing his lips with mine, leisurely sliding my tongue along with his, so I can savour every piece of him, I want to remember his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. I want to make love to him every possible moment I can until he goes, I need enough of these moments to last me my life time, because when he goes – there will never be another man for me. Not as long as I live.
Elliot
The water sloshes slightly as she slides up and down my shaft, my hands roam over every part of her body, touching and squeezing as my mouth connects with hers in a kiss that I never want to end.
As I feel my own orgasm building, I reach down in between us and start to circle her clit, she moans in my mouth, and I almost explode right then and there. She feels so amazing as she clenches herself around me and whimpers in my mouth, grinding on top of me, moving closer and closer to her climax.
A fresh bout of arousal washes over me as her hips spasm, but she refuses to break our kiss, moaning her orgasm into me as she struggles to keep her mouth moving. Shuddering along with her, unable to hold on any longer, I continue to kiss her, refusing to let her go even for a second. We don’t stop touching and kissing until the water turns cold, and we start to shiver, deciding that then would be a great time to get some breakfast.
Paige
“Here, put this on,” Elliot offers as he holds out a white fluffy robe for me to wear, I’m still shivering after our extended bath and the thickness of the robe is welcome against my skin. He hugs me to him, rubbing my back and arms to create some friction until finally I start to heat up again.
Looking over the menu, we call down to reception and ask if we can have our breakfast brought up to us. We don’t want to waste time getting dressed and eating in the dining room. We’re perfectly happy right here.