ELLE WOKE UP TO SUNLIGHT streaming in the hotel window. It bathed the bed in warmth and light and she lay in it for just a minute, letting it soak into her body. She felt it feed life into her. She breathed in deeply and let the feeling wash over her.
It was the feeling of happiness. For the first time in her life, she finally realized what that feeling was like.
She turned and looked at Forrester. She thought he was asleep, but as she gazed into his calm face, a smile spread across it.
“You’re so handsome,” she said.
He opened his eyes. “I’m so in love with you, Elle.”
Her heart skipped a beat, giving her butterflies.
“Are you really sure, Forrester?” she said. “I couldn’t bear to fall for you and then lose you.”
“I’m sure,” he said, then he kissed her on the forehead and climbed out of the bed.
He went to the coffee maker and put on two cups. Elle watched him walk across the room in all his naked glory. Her eyes drank in the impressive sight of him. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she was. He looked like an underwear model. She felt a quiver of desire between her legs.
She knew he liked her, she knew he thought he loved her, and for now, that was enough. She wasn’t a little girl. She knew real, true love took time, but she also knew that there were certain men that waited their whole lives, and then suddenly fell, hard and fast, for their woman. Forrester was one of those passionate souls. If he said he was in love with her, that would be enough for her. She wouldn’t doubt him. He was impulsive. He wasn’t lying. And he was convinced she was the woman for him. What more could she ask?
“Do you take milk or cream?” Forrester said.
Elle slipped out from under the sheets. She got off the bed. The restraints were still hanging from the bed posts, but Forrester had released her from them before they fell asleep. Elle wasn’t sure where she’d gotten the courage, she was completely naked and it was broad daylight, but she got down onto the carpeted floor of the room and began crawling over toward him.
When he saw what she was doing, his cock stiffened immediately.
“You know I like cream,” Elle said wickedly, and as she reached him, she got up onto her knees so that her face was level with his thick cock. She took it in her hand and examined it in the daylight for the first time. It was a perfectly formed specimen. She couldn’t have imagined anything more erotic or beautiful in all of creation. Along the underside, a thick vein throbbed. At the tip, the tanned skin gave way to a soft, pink head, like the snowcapped peaks on the mountains outside the window.
She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Before she even touched his cock, Forrester let out a moan of anticipation.
Elle put her lips around the head and let her tongue caress his tip. It was delicious. It made her so excited to have him in her mouth like that. She could feel his heartbeat through the pulse and throb of pleasure in his shaft. She felt completely at one with him.
Who’d have thought they’d be so comfortable with each other after such a short time?
“I wonder if we’re pregnant,” Forrester gasped, as pleasure flowed through him.
Hearing those words reminded her of how deeply he was willing to commit. She let his cock slide far into the back of her throat, and the only thought on her mind was of giving him pleasure. She was his now. She wanted to delight him. She wanted to give him such a pleasurable orgasm that he’d remember this morning for the rest of his life.
She sucked his tip, caressed it lovingly with her tongue, and with every moan from his mouth, she felt a corresponding throb of joy in his cock. As she took him deeper and deeper into the back of her throat, she felt him bulge and grow, getting closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust into her. She let her soft, wet lips slide along the length of his shaft while her tongue played mercilessly with his head.
In her hand she took his balls, and held them gently, lovingly, caressing them with her fingers.
Come for me, she thought. Come in my mouth, baby.
This was power. This was control. With a flick of her tongue, she could send quivers of pleasure through every nerve in his body. If she did things like this for him, he’d never be able to look at another woman for as long as he lived.
“Oh, God, Elle,” Forrester moaned.
She sucked him harder, tasting the saltiness of his precum. She wanted everything. She wanted to make him come in her mouth. As her tongue played with his head, she felt the first surge of orgasm. His cock throbbed and then spilled itself into her mouth.
Forrester grabbed her head and pulled her down onto his cock. She shut her eyes and let him slide all the way into her, emptying himself into her throat with such moans of pleasure that she knew he’d remember this forever.
“Elle,” Forrester gasped when it was over.
Elle swallowed everything he’d given her. She didn’t care about anything except the feeling of satisfaction she gave her man. She smiled up at him as innocently and sweetly as she could.