Amira (5 page)

Their eyes burned with desire as they sat and admired each other’s
naked bodies for a moment. He caressed her cheek and hair, and she snuggled
like a kitten into the warm palm of his hand.  She felt like a delicate china
doll in his hands, but her thoughts were anything but angelic as she leaned
forward to kiss him, pressing her breasts to his chest.  The sensation of the
dark thatch of his chest hair brushing against her nipples sent shivery tingles
through her body, and the muscles deep in her vagina quivered.  He swept her
into his arms and kissed her softly, his lips nibbling hers. 

She moaned as his tongue met hers.  The sweet saltiness of her
pussy lingered faintly on the scruff of his face, mingling with the taste of
his kisses.  His hands slid down her back, spreading his fingers as he grasped
her ass cheeks and pulled her closer to him.  The lips of her wet pussy opened
and glided against the hardness of his cock, and she felt an electric shock as
the head touched her clit.

She lifted her body slightly and moaned as he slid inside her. 
Their bodies moved together like they were old lovers and not two strangers who
had just met that afternoon.  It was smooth and comfortable as he thrust into
her and she moved against him.  Her breasts rose and fell against him as she
rocked, and between kisses he would catch her nipple between his lips and suck
it.  She continued that way until she was breathless and their bodies were
slick with sweat.  Their breaths were in perfect rhythm, and they spoke no
words, only communicated through the delicious sounds of lust spoken through
their kisses and moans.

Her hips ground against him, taking him deep inside her over and
over again until she could feel that he was ready to fill her with his hot
cum.  Feeling him swell inside her, her pussy tightened as she rode him,
sucking and milking him until he groaned and she felt his cock explode inside
her like hot magma. Her body shook and burned with waves of pleasure, and she
cried out as they came together.  It seemed like an endless fountain of heat
exploding inside her, and he kissed away the tear that rolled down her cheek. 

He held her tightly as their orgasms subsided and their breathing
had slowed in sync together to a normal rhythm.  They rested together on the
sofa, and he smiled blissfully and kissed her gently on her forehead as he held
her.  She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat as she
relaxed.

They must have dozed in and out a little as they lay together
because Serena opened her eyes to see that it was getting dark.  She pulled
herself carefully from his embrace and quietly wandered through the candle glow
to the bedroom and fumbled for the light switch.  The room was illuminated
warmly and decorated in the same elegant, masculine tone as the rest of the
suite.  She entered the marble bathroom and showered quickly, hoping the noise
would not disturb him.  Her body hummed inside, still thrilled from everything
that just happened that afternoon. 

She left the bathroom in a plush white robe; she felt like a fuzzy
polar bear.  She peeked at him still resting on the sofa and saw he was holding
a throw pillow in one arm and had pulled a chenille blanket over himself. 
How
sweet
, she thought.  She found the clothes which had brought for her
earlier and slipped them on. She padded to the kitchen and quietly opened the
fridge to see if he had done any grocery shopping.  She had expected it to be
sparse and empty as a bachelor’s refrigerator usually is with only some random
condiments and beer, but she was surprised to see that he seemed to be an
efficient shopper and had bought enough for several meals. 

She hummed quietly as she sorted through the fridge to see what
was there. She pulled out some fresh fruit that she thought she would cut up
for a snack when he woke.  She had her hands full with a few things when she
heard his voice behind her.

“Making yourself at home, I see,” he said.

“I…I just thought you might be hungry,” she said apologetically
without turning around.

She suddenly felt guilty for helping herself to his shower and
digging through his fridge and felt like she had invaded his privacy. She felt
his arms slip around her and he nuzzled into her neck.  He told her to go ahead
with what she was doing and he would grab a shower and be right back.

Serena rummaged around the kitchen and thought how nice it was
that the suite was fully furnished and had all of the basic cookware and
accoutrements. Traveling to the Grand Canyon with her parents as a kid, they
were lucky if they had a motel room that had a small microwave, so she was
impressed to find a full set of china and crystal in the kitchen.  She went to
work preparing a tray of ripe strawberries and juicy mangoes. Her stomach
started to growl since she hadn’t eaten anything since morning, and she planned
to cook him a nice dinner when he came back from his shower.   She was
comfortable in the kitchen and wanted to impress him with her skills, so she
would ask him what sounded good and he could relax and watch the news or maybe
he had some paperwork to catch up on while she cooked dinner.

There is something so irresistible about a man who has just come
from a hot shower.  Maybe it is the relaxed and peaceful look or maybe it is
because he smells so fresh and masculine, but when he returned, Serena promptly
stopped what she was doing and quickly wiped the sticky juices from the fruit
from her fingers and went to him.  She threw her arms around him and gave him a
long, warm hug, inhaling deeply and savoring the scent of him.

“What is this for?”  he asked, bringing his lips close to her ear.

Serena couldn’t think of a good answer, other than to exhale “
Mmmmmmm
”
when she breathed in the scent of his cologne.  She released him from her grip
and told him that she had a snack for him.  They sat at the island bar and
munched on the fruit, and he suggested that he should have opened the wine that
he picked up at the store, but she said maybe that would be best with dinner. 
She was braless and wearing the t-shirt that he had given her, and he raised an
eyebrow flirtatiously when he noticed her nipples poking through the fabric. 
She giggled and fed him a strawberry.  The juice dripped from his lip, and she
gave him a quick kiss to catch it before it ran down his chin.

We discussed what to do for dinner and decided to stay at the
hotel.  He suggested taking me out to a nice restaurant, but she reminded him
that her clothes were still wet on the floor.  Serena suggested that she cook
dinner, but he insisted that she did a stellar job with the fruit and didn’t
want to trouble her anymore.  They laughed and decided to order room service,
and he told her to order anything on the menu.

In her usual mindset of being on a budget and ordering only a
salad or ordering the least expensive item on the menu, she searched over the
menu and felt warmth creep over her cheeks when she realized that everything on
the menu was more than she would ever consider spending.  She stared blankly at
the menu, not sure what to choose.  She didn’t want to seem greedy and spend a
lot, but she also didn’t want to seem unsophisticated and incapable of ordering
food from a fancy hotel.  He must have noticed her discomfort because he
reached out and brushed his hand against her cheek and raised her chin to look
into her eyes.

“Order anything you want, baby girl,” he said softly and bent down
and kissed her lips.  The gentle tone of his voice melted her every time he
spoke.

She still was unsure of what to order because everything was so
elegantly described that everything sounded delicious, even the most basic
chicken dish.  He smiled sweetly and took the menu from her and promptly
started dialing for room service.   She protested and said she hadn’t decided
yet, but he only pressed one finger to her lips to quiet her. 

Serena heard him ask what they recommend for a romantic dinner for
two, and she strained to hear the response from the other person on the phone but
couldn’t hear.  She hoped that it would not be something like lobster and
caviar and wondered how she would hide her disappointment and how she would
struggle to eat that and not seem rude.

They had moved from the kitchen island bar and were cozy on the
sofa that they had christened earlier.  She was curled up beside him as they
talked and playfully kissed and tickled and teased each other.   They acted so
comfortable with each other that it seemed like they had known each other
before that day. He was continuing to tell her stories about his home country
and how he had grown up with a much simpler lifestyle than what his current
position with the company afforded him.  He explained that although he had
gotten used to the finer things, at heart he was still a simple man and hoped
one day to live a humble life and leave the corporate life behind him.

Their conversation was interrupted when their dinner arrived.  As
it was carried in, Serena wondered how two people would ever eat so much as it
seemed that they had brought much more than he had ordered.  He sensed again
that she was overwhelmed, and he squeezed her hand reassuringly and smiled down
at her.  She loved to see him smile and vowed at that moment that she would
always do whatever she could to please him and make him happy because she had
to see that smile that spread such warmth across his face and brought a sparkle
to his eyes.

They began eating their abundant feast, and he remembered the wine
that he had bought earlier.  He jumped up and went to the kitchen and rushed
back because he was excited to try wine from a local vineyard.  He commented on
the differences between this wine and others that he had, but she just smiled
and nodded; he seemed to be a bit of a connoisseur while she had only drank
wine a few times in her whole life.  She relaxed as they talked and felt that
warm comfortable feeling that she had before when they laid together. It could
have been the wine, but she had a feeling that it was the intimacy that was
rapidly growing between them.  Finally their bellies were full, and they
returned again to the sofa and sat together.

He had lit the fireplace, and the candle still offered a warm glow
to the room.  Serena was getting sleepy, so she snuggled up closer to him, and
he put his arm around her.  He draped the soft blanket over her, and she laid her
head on his chest, holding him close.  As much as she fought it, her eyes
closed, and she drifted off to sleep as he stroked her hair and kissed her
forehead.  She listened to his heartbeat and felt his breathing become deeper
as it slowed to match hers.

Something startled Serena from her slumber, and she looked up
around and everything was quiet; he was still holding her and looking down
lovingly at her and stroking her hair.  He said they should go lie down as it
was getting late and he had to be at the office at eight.  She apologized for
falling asleep and said it must have been the wine, and she said she couldn’t
stay because of an early class.  He stood and held out his hand to her; she
took it and he pulled her to her feet.  She assumed he would be taking her back
to pick up her car at the store, but instead he guided her to the bedroom,
pausing to extinguish the candle.

They entered the bedroom which was lit only by a small lamp on the
nightstand.  He didn’t turn on the overhead light and said it would hurt her
sleepy eyes.  Serena paused for a moment, unsure even which side of the bed to
take, and he stood quietly in front of her.  He drew her into his embrace and
slowly kissed her.  As tired as she was, as soon as his lips touched hers, the
glow that was in the fireplace was now inside her. Her body responded to his
touch, and she returned his kisses, which were becoming deeper and more
intense.  She weakened in his arms as he led her closer to the side of the bed.

He slipped his hands under the t-shirt that she was wearing, and
the warmth of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers through her body.
She felt her nipples harden as he lifted her shirt, his fingers grazing her
skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps.  He stopped kissing her only long
enough to pull it off over her head, and he quickly lowered his hands and
untied the drawstring of the flannel pants that she wore and slid them down. 
They fell to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her naked
body back into his warm embrace.

His erection grew hard, pressing against her, and she could feel
the juices of her pussy flow warmly, ready for him to penetrate her.  They
kissed with as much passion as they did earlier, but this time it was deeper
and more relaxed.  They took their time, holding each other and tasting each
other and enjoying the intimacy of the moment, even if they both knew where
this was leading.  Her hands caressed and explored his body, undressing him
quickly until his masculinity was exposed, raw in all his glory.

He sat her at the foot of the bed and gently laid her down and he
kneeled over her.  He started nibbling on her erect nipples. Serena moaned
softly as he teased them with his lips and tongue.  She reached below him and
stroked his hard cock and abandoned it to fondle his balls which hung above
her, and he began to suck on her nipples.  Her pussy was hot and fully
lubricated, waiting for him. She dug her heels into the bed and slid herself
from underneath him and scooted herself to the head of the bed.  There she
spread her legs and lay back again on the pillows.  He accepted this
irresistible invitation, eying her wet, open pussy lustfully and laid over her.