Passion at the Opera (7 page)

He stepped towards her, forcing her back. He withdrew his hand as she fell onto the bed. “I insist. Now spread yourself for me.”

Her heart thudded faster as she crawled backwards. He gazed at her with hungry eyes. When she reached the pillows, she bent her legs and widened them.

“How’s this?”

He knelt on the bed and moved towards her. “Perfect.”

Heat coursed through her body as he drew near. So far, her stay in Vienna had been incredible, thanks to Nikolaus. Once again, she found herself lucky to meet such a kind man with a hearty appetite for sex. He placed his hands near her pussy and lowered onto the bed. His warm touch fuelled the desire stirring within her. She wanted him to please her, make her come again. When he dragged his tongue up her slit, she nearly got her wish.

“Fuck me.” She grasped the cover underneath her.

He took time torturing her. Each brush sent hot zings racing through her. She breathed heavily as the tension in her body increased. His wicked caress made her want more. She curled her toes and kept her legs spread wide. He sucked on her clit and pumped several digits inside her. She was in agony, wanting the mounting pressure in her body to be set free. He flicked her nub with his tongue and more hot currents of pleasure consumed her. The need for release became too great. Her orgasm came hard and fast. Tranquil relief spread and the tension in her body faded as her inner walls contracted.

She let go of her strong hold of the cover. “That felt fucking good.”

Nikolaus lifted his head. He kissed her navel, then rolled his tongue up her torso. Pausing, he met her gaze. “That was just a start.”

A grin spread across her face. The night was young and she had plenty of energy to handle hours of playful sex. “I’m ready for more.”

Chapter Six

Gwen sat at the small table in her hotel room with a pen in hand, a robe covering her body and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She detailed her travels in Vienna in her journal including the wonderful time she had at the Opera House. Smiling, she noted how charitable and delightful Nikolaus had been. The performance had been wonderful. The hours of hot passion at her hotel had been spectacular. He’d also spent the following afternoon and evening with her. He’d met her for breakfast that morning and he’d shown her around his office and the Austrian Parliament Building. She couldn’t resist a quickie on his desk. Without question, for an older man he was a fine lover with a healthy sexual appetite.

The hour was growing late and in the morning she would be on a plane to Amsterdam. Although she was excited to visit her next destination, she wished she could stay a few more days in Vienna. Moreover, she wanted to spend more time with Nikolaus. He knew a great deal about art, history and cultures. He’d impressed her with his knowledge and had made a great tour host. Of course, his handsome smile, gentle kisses and teasing touches were additional perks. Sadly, his busy schedule didn’t allow them to enjoy each other’s company for long.

A knock stole her attention. She stopped writing and stared at the door. “Yes?”

“I came to say goodbye,” Nikolaus said.

Excitement rushed through her and accelerated her heart. She dropped her pen, closed her journal and rose promptly. “Just a moment.”

She strode to the door and realised she looked a mess in a robe and with a towel around her head. Pausing, she removed the cloth. She tossed it inside the nearby bathroom, then raked her fingers through her damp locks. She decided not to dress since the man had already seen her naked.

“I’m coming,” she said as she moved forward.

She unlocked the door and opened it. Nikolaus smiled as he held up a bottle in one hand and a plastic container in another. He was still dressed in his business suit—the same one she’d seen him wearing at his office.

“I thought I’d give you a proper goodbye with wine and food.” He moved his gaze down her body. “I see you’re already prepared. I don’t have to work too hard to remove your clothes.”

Gwen curled her bottom lip and bit it. His playful words sent a wave of heat south of her navel. If she had been wearing panties, they would’ve been wet.

“Come in.” She stepped back and gestured for him to enter.

“An invitation I won’t pass on,” he said as he walked past her.

She closed the door and secured the locks.

“I know how women are sensitive to eating late, so I only brought fruit.” He set the items on the table near her journal. “Do you have glasses?”

“Sure.”

She headed to the dresser where the television sat. A container for ice and two small, upside down glasses lay in wait not far from the rectangular flat screen. Gwen grabbed the glasses.

“What kind of fruit did you bring?” she asked.

“A mixture of berries, grapes, and chocolate covered strawberries.” He twisted the cap from the wine bottle.

She set the cups on the table. “Chocolate strawberries? You are a wicked man.”

His lips curled. “A wicked man who wants to ravage you one last time.” He poured the red liquor into the glasses.

Gwen brought her legs together. His words made her pussy wet for him.

He handed her one of the drinks while he took the other and lifted it. “To our last night together.”

“May it be one filled with many orgasms.”

He quirked an eyebrow, then clanked his glass next to hers. They stared at each other as they sipped the liquor. The tart taste was one she didn’t care for. She winced slightly as she swallowed.

“Too strong?” he asked.

“No. It’s fine. I just prefer sweeter drinks.”

“I’m rather fond of sweet juices, too.” He took her glass out of her hand and placed it on the table. “Sit down. On the bed.”

Her arousal continued to increase. The robe suddenly constricted her breasts and she felt as if she needed a fan to cool her temperature. She sat on the mattress and faced him.

Nikolaus tugged on his tie, then unknotted it. “Since this is your last night, you should relax. I’m going to feed you.” He slipped the tie off and stuffed it into one of the pockets on his suit jacket.

Gwen leant back and pressed her palms into the bed. The gap in her robe widened and his attention shot straight to her chest. “You want me to relax. Right?”

He pushed his coat off his shoulders. “Very much.”

“Then I should undress. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” He grinned, then set his jacket over the back of the chair.

As he fidgeted with the cuffs of his shirt, Gwen untied her robe. She rose as it fell from her shoulders. Once she freed herself, she discarded it at the end of the bed.

“A man can never tyre from looking at such a beautiful woman,” he said as she sat.

Smiling, she leant back again and spread her legs. “I feel more relaxed already.”

After he loosened his shirt around his wrists, he removed the lid from the plastic container. “Would you like another sip of wine?”

“Yes, please.”

Carrying her glass in one hand and the bowl in the other, he walked towards her. “Don’t worry, if you spill any on yourself I will lick it off you.”

“You’re so kind.” She took the drink for him and sipped it.

He sat next to her and placed the fruit container between her legs. She swallowed a big gulp and nearly choked.

“I’ll take that.” He took her glass and set it on the nightstand. “Let’s start with some berries fist.”

“I’m not a raspberry fan. If you don’t mind, I’ll pass on those.”

He plucked a blueberry from the dish. “Open, please.”

She lowered her jaw and he placed the berry on her tongue.

“I have to admit, sitting next to your naked body and feeding you is giving me quite the erection.”

She chewed while he grabbed another blueberry. “Maybe you should shed some clothes and relax with me.”

He placed the piece of fruit in her mouth. “That’s a good idea.”

He rose and unfastened his belt while she ate the berry. The taste of it quickly replaced the bitter one from the liquor.

“These are good.” She fished another blueberry and watched him unzip his trousers.

He pushed his slacks down and his cock jutted forward. Gwen’s eyes widened. He had quite the boner as he’d mentioned. She stared at the veins running along his length. A thatch of dark hair surrounded it.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his trousers.

“I do.” She ate another piece of fruit while her attention never wavered from his shaft.

“That makes two of us.” He discarded his shirt on the floor, then sat next to her. “I’ll take over now.”

He grabbed a grape from the dish between her legs and she opened her mouth. He placed it on her tongue and she licked his fingers before he withdrew them.

“Such a wet tongue. I wonder if other parts of you are as wet,” he said, and took a cherry from the bowl.

“I could tell you, but I think you should investigate on your own to find the answer.”

He held the stem with the cherry near her mouth. She reached for it with her tongue, but he jerked it away from her.

“Taunt me, and I will respond in kind.”

Gwen’s pulse jumped. She loved his playful games. She glanced at his member and quickly thought of a way to tease him.

She wrapped her fingers around his rigid dick. “Wouldn’t you rather find out on your own how wet I am?” She stroked him tenderly.

He dangled the fruit near her mouth. “I have every intention of finding out.”

She leant forward and reached for the cherry with her tongue. This time, he let her claim it and tugged on the stem, freeing it. As she ate the fruit, she rubbed her thumb over his bulbous head.

“You really know how to fire a man up.” He took a chocolate strawberry from the container. “You know what they say about paybacks.”

Desire heated her insides as she wondered what naughty tactics he had in mind for her. She dropped her jaw as he moved the strawberry closer, but he passed her mouth. He touched the chocolaty end of the fruit to the side of her neck, then glided it over her flesh. Chills raced to her breasts as he moved it over one of them.

“Just the reaction I wanted to see,” he said, staring at her perky buds.

“It’s a bit frigid.”

He had a crooked grin. “It would appear so.”

He circled the hard point of her tit with the cool fruit, then blew on her nipple. An erotic current flowed south, revving her fiery need. When he moved to her other girl and treated it in kind, she decided to increase his arousal. She gripped his rod and fondled it. He paused tormenting her with the cold strawberry and his body tensed.

“What were you saying about paybacks?” she asked.

He dropped the strawberry in the bowl, latched onto one breast and pinched the aching centre of the other.

“Fuck me!” flew out of Gwen as the passionate zings shot through her body and ignited a mini spasm between her legs.

He sucked on her bud and toyed with the other one. Her need for sex skyrocketed. She had his dick in her grasp and longed to do something with it. She had the perfect idea. Instead of fruit in her mouth, she wanted him. She moved the container from between her legs and set it on her other side.

“Not hungry anymore?” He lifted his head.

“I’m starving for something else.”

She bent and wrapped her lips around his erection. Slowly, she slid him into her mouth.

He groaned. “That feels incredible.”

She took him deep, then lifted her head. Holding his rod with her hand, she circled his head with her tongue.

“Fuck,” he said, then she licked his length. He groaned again. “It’s time I discovered how wet you are.”

Gwen straightened and let go of his member as he began scooting over the bed.

He flattened his back on the mattress. “Climb over me, sweet one.”

Knowing exactly how he planned to check her moisture level, she swung her leg over his torso and crawled over him until his face was underneath her and his shaft near her mouth.

He smacked her ass and she flinched. “Perfect.”

The short sting branched across her flesh. Her heart thumped faster. He smoothed his hands over her buttocks, then parted the lips from between her legs. Cool air brushed her slick flesh and made her wetter.

“I have my answer,” he said. “And I’m going to enjoy all of you.”

She took hold of his dick, glided it over her tongue and into her mouth. While she stroked him with her lips, Nikolaus lapped at her slit. Each brush sent heated passion rushing through her. The yearning for release rose at an accelerated rate. She sucked on his cock, taking him fully in, then sliding him almost out. He curled his toes. At the same time, her own pleasure escalated as he fucked her with his tongue and fondled her clit. She worked faster to bring him to his climax. Saliva spilled into his hair and onto his balls. She caressed his boys and his body became taut.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he said.

He was close to coming, just as she was. Her body craved release of the pressure building. With each caress on her nub, she wanted to break free from the strain. First, she wanted to please him. She pushed him into her mouth and took him deep again and again. His release came fast. A gush of warm fluid hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. He moaned and continued devouring her pussy. Gwen drank his salty fluid while his muscle pulsed. Anticipation thrived within her body and became too much. Her orgasm erupted and ecstasy flowed through her with each quiver.

She carefully withdrew his member from her mouth, then swung her leg over him. Enjoying the tranquillity of her orgasm, she lay on the bed, arms up and staring at the ceiling.

Nikolaus touched her leg and ran it up her inner thigh. “Relaxed?”

“Very much.”

She turned her head and spotted the fruit container nearby. She rolled onto her stomach and plucked the chocolate strawberry out.

“You little tease,” he said, then hit her ass.

“Hey!”

Her butt cheek warmed while a tingle spread.

She twisted to look over her shoulder. He moved between her legs and spread them.

“I can’t resist such beauty.” He smoothed his hand over her buttock, then inserted a few digits into her slit. “Still hot and wet. I love the way you feel. I want to fuck you.”