Chapter 14
Gabe unlocked the door and held it for me. The room was beautiful and the standard here at the Palms. A main sitting area with double doors into an opulent bedroom, with a large ensuite. "I don't suppose your chef friend has any pull with the ..."
"Shhh." He whispered in my ear from behind me. "Don't move."
I froze. I recognized his tone of voice and my hands trembled. I felt his hands slide up my arms. "As I understand it, it is a long-held tradition for a gentleman to take his slut to a hotel to fuck." His hands began to pull down the zipper of my dress. Slowly, so slowly.
"How many times have you been fucked in a hotel room, my lovely slut?" he asked softly. I know what and who I am, and I am not ashamed. Perhaps there are some things that happened that I was not able to control, but that is not the same. I pulled my shoulders straight. "Many times."
He moved close and kissed my bare shoulder, before moving to my neck. "How many times in this hotel?"
I laid my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Many." I felt his hands slide up and slip into the bodice of my dress and cup my breasts. He squeezed them roughly and I moaned out loud. "Do you like being back in a hotel room?" he growled. I pushed my ass back into him and I could feel his hardness. I didn't know how to answer his question. A big part of me was glad. Part of me reveled in the pure sexual abandon that I had experienced in hotel rooms just like this one.
The other part could not help but feel a measure of embarrassment. He must have sensed this because he quickly spun me. Our eyes met, and he kissed me fiercely. His hands slid under my arms and pushed my dress down. I felt it slide down around my ankles and I stood there in my fuck-me heels and not another stitch. There was no shame here. Just desire.
He took my hand, helped me step from my dress, and walked me to the sofa in the sitting area. I sat down on the sofa, and he stepped up to me and smiled. I unbuckled his belt and took his pants down to find him hard for me. He'd trimmed, which I always appreciated. I slid my hands down his shaft. I've always loved the sight and feel of a cock in my hands and his most of all. I looked up into his eyes and licked up his length. His eyes closed and he smiled contentedly. I took him in my mouth and began to suck gently. I knew by now how he liked it.
I felt him peel off his shirt and I looked up over his trim torso and enjoyed the masculinity of it. The small amount of hair on his breastbone extended down to his navel. The smell of him. I felt his hands twist into my hair and his hips began to thrust. "Oh baby, that feels so good. I never want it to stop." He moaned to me.
It must have taken a herculean effort of self-control to step back from me when he did. His eyes were wide, and he was breathing heavily. He held his hand out to help me up. I stood and he walked me to the end of the couch and lifted my left leg onto the arm of the sofa. I grabbed the back of it. I felt his cock slide between my legs, and he grabbed my hair. I shuddered when he whispered, "This is how a proper slut is fucked in a hotel room, wouldn't you agree?"
I moaned as his cock slid inside me. Between the two of us, there was more than enough lubrication and he slid all the way inside my sticky cunt. It felt so fucking good. "Yes, baby. This is how I want it." I felt Gage shudder, and he began thrusting into me in a measured staccato. I honestly don't know if it lasted a minute or an hour. In just a few strokes I was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation, lost in the act of two animals rutting in pure sexual need. He slammed into me over and over, our bodies making wet slapping sounds as we grunted and wailed with each impact. His arm slid around me, and I felt his fingers flicking over my clit. My heart raced and I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.
When I felt his hand tighten in my hair and he began pulling I screamed at him. "Yes, fucking fill my cunt, baby. Do it! Give your loving slut what she wants!" Talking like that always sends us both to another level of arousal and I love doing it.
"Yes!" he moaned loudly. When his orgasm rolled through him, he circled my waist with his right arm, pulling me tightly into him and he slowed to fully enjoy the sensations. I felt his cum blast into my womb. A half dozen powerful jets. Very often this will also make me cum, but I didn't this time. I was not disappointed. I felt his forehead on my back, and I turned and held him. We were both covered in sweat. Our eyes met. "You're so good to me." There were words after that that I almost said. Words for another day maybe.
He smiled, catching his breath. "You deserve it. You always have."
The room was big enough that it included a garden tub big enough for two. He got the water darn near scalding just like I like it and we settled in for a soak. He lounged and I slipped my leg over his and laid down under his arm with my head on his chest. The tub was just big enough for this. Taller folk would have had problems.
As we settled in Gabe was the first to speak. "So, ..." again the pause where a term of endearment might fit, "about what I asked you yesterday."
I looked up at his face. "Mmhmm." He cleared his throat. "From our early conversations, I knew that in the past you were used to having multiple partners. So, I umm ..." I felt his left hand caress my back, and his right lay gently on my forearm.
I felt him sigh resignedly. "I'm pretty much winging this, you know. There is no Idiot's Guide for the Care and Feeding of Your Slut. I know, I checked." His voice was light but serious. I couldn't help but giggle. I kissed his chest.
"You are doing great. I've loved every minute, I swear. And you are right, I have had multiple lovers in the past. Both of my husbands were of the type to pick out lovers for me and bring them home whenever they wanted." I squirmed a bit on his body. "I admit, I enjoyed it, most of the time. Fuck, I loved it."
I pushed myself up so that I could look him in the eye. "But I don't think I want that anymore." His face was as serious as mine. "Why the change of heart?" he asked. I laid my head back down on his chest.
"There's an old saying. 'If you do what you've always done; you'll get what you've always gotten.' Look at me, I'm nearly fifty, and I have no one. No family that really speaks to me aside from my mother, no children, no husband."
I pushed myself up to a sitting position and watched him enjoy the water running off my breasts. "All I have is you." I looked into his eyes. "And you're all I want."
There was a moment when I thought I caught a tear in his eye, but he turned onto his side and leaned in to kiss me. "That sounds great to me."
After that, we washed one another and walked naked to the bed. We turned the lights out and climbed in together. The only light was a bit of moonlight that came in through the nearly sheer curtains. For the first time in my life, I made love in a hotel room.
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