"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered"

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We can't get to the elevator fast enough, speeding past the concierge who wished us a happy anniversary for a third time today.

I furiously press the button but Chris grabs me by the throat before the doors even shut, closing on another guest who was trying to get in with us.

I push my back into Chris's chest and he drops his body down to peel off my soaking panties. My cheeks burn as I step out of them and I swallow hard.

He slowly returns to his height, brushing his lips against my spine along the way.

I grab Chris's hand and pull him to our suite. As I dig in my purse for the key, he pushes me against the door and presses into me hard.

I hiss and chew my lip to not cry out loud and disturb anyone else on this floor, but I am totally prepared for any noise complaints that we'll receive tonight.

He pulls my hair and thrusts into me impatiently, aggravated by the layers of fabric separating our passion.

The light on the lock turns green and the door opens up, we go stumbling inside and I kick my mule heels across the floor just as fast.

Chris forces me against the wall and I remove his belt first, then his button-up with my teeth, and am amazed myself at how fast I could so do, but adrenaline is fueling every move I make.

I find Chris's cock against his thigh, erecting and he's rushing to free it.

I smile wickedly and stop his hands from working on his zipper.

"You, sit here," I whisper, walking him to the bench at the end of the bed. "and I'll be right back: I have something for you."

He hesitates to let my hands go but eventually does, spreading his legs further apart to sit comfortably.

First, I help him to a drink, and then I walk seductively to the bathroom.

My bag for this occasion is in the cabinet under the sink, waiting.

I slip out of my dress and freshen up first.

I'm excited to put on my new lingerie; a small black leather bra and matching crotchless harness-garters. Bought it specially for tonight.

I grab my phone and connect it to the speaker, that automatically powers on, and queues my playlist.

Enough time has passed, my body is fiending for this man, I cannot wait any longer.

I present myself in the doorway and bask in the priceless stunned reaction from Chris. His dark eyes look carefully over every inch of my body, lips parted.

He swallows hard and stalks forward with a video camera in his one hand, a melted jar of coconut oil in the other.

I raise one eyebrow at him for the props.

So it's that kind of night?

Chris's smirk comes across like he's just accepted a challenge, a look that both scares me and gets me wet.

The camera remains aimed on me as I model my new lingerie before it's ripped off of my body. Lingerie is always only for show, he doesn't ever like anything in the way.

I walk forward and push Chris onto the bench.

He looks up at me and I'm enthralled by the desperation in his eyes.

I grab his hair and throw my head back, growing weaker with each warm kiss he leaves along my stomach.

Chris stands to cup the back of my head and taste my lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck and almost squeeze angrily as a reaction to being spanked.

I get so excited, I speed things up and reach behind my back to remove my own bra, looking at Chris expectantly.

He grabs both of my breasts in his large hands and stares at them like he doesn't know which to handle first.

Suddenly, he sucks my nipple between his teeth and I toss my head back.

Chris holds my weight and brings me back to his body, kissing the space between my breasts.

Breaking apart our bodies, I sit on the bench and chew my lip as I watch Chris remove his pants and briefs. His erection brings a mouthwatering smile to my lips.

I remove my harness and leave the garters on, lying on my back on the mattress as told.

Chris stands before me and I open my mouth for him.

He taps his erection against my lips three times before I take him at the back of my throat.

"Mmm." I moan as I wrap my fingers around his shaft and roll my wrist.

He guides his cock back into my mouth, though, and tells me I better not stop.

I squeeze my breasts and try to breathe through my nose as he slides deeper down my throat and I gag on him.

Chris buckles and releases himself from my mouth.

"Get on the bed." He barks a command and I immediately oblige.

He pours hot oil onto my flesh and I wince at the sensation. It quickly cools as he massages it into my skin.

I spread my legs before I'm told to, and he spreads the oil over my pussy.

"Ooo." I suck in a sharp breath of air as he pinches my clit.

Once Chris crawls to me, I dress him in oil from his shoulders, each crease and crevice of his rippling abs, to his throbbing dick in my hands. He grunts in my ear in approval, making my arousal skyrocket.

My breasts are against his chest as I try to get closer to his body, knees digging in the sheets.

I wrap him in my arms and he lies our bodies down, his weight on top of me.

Chris kisses me and then runs his hand down my body, stopping between my breasts for a second.

Our foreheads are pressed against each others and I breathe into his mouth, anticipating his touch.

He dips his fingers inside of me and I whimper, coating them as they delve deeper.

Chris removes them and sucks each finger into his mouth, mine agape watching this.

"You taste so damn good." His breath washes over me.

He sticks the same fingers into my mouth and I choke on them. When he removes them, spit drops across my chest and I wipe it up with my fingers before jerking his dick in my hand.

Chris says, "Spread your legs for me," so I do without hesitation.

"Good girl." Chris undertones.

His fingers wash over my arousal, sending my neck rolling as my eyelids flicker.

It isn't long before he trades his fingers for his tongue and I'm seeing stars.

"That feels so good, baby, don't stop. I love it."

"Yeah?" He bites my clit. I sit up abruptly from the sharp pain and cry out. Quickly it subsides to a more pleasurable sensation and hurts so good when he does it a second time.

"I'm gonna cum!" I thrash my head to the side and raise my hips towards his mouth.

"Fuck." Chris moans, drinking me up. I push his head down to where I need it most and squeeze my teary eyes shut.

My body shakes uncontrollably, legs held in the air as Chris continues to swipe his tongue over my arousal.

"Please, please, please..." I beg him to stop because I'm far too sensitive at this second.

Seeing my body convulse, he kisses back up to my lips. "You okay, baby?" He asks me, pushing the strands of hair away that have stuck to my forehead.

I nod once I'm back to myself and wrap my legs around his torso, knowing what I'm doing.

"You make me feel so good," I whisper to Chris, our lips grazing each other's. "I love you."

"I love you." He moans, sliding his cock over my pussy.

I sink my nails into his back and bite down on his tattooed shoulder.

Chris pushes his forehead into mine and stares at my lips.

"You want me to fuck you?" He whispers against my lips and I nod my head, pouting.

"Hm?" He slaps my cheek for not responding and I mentally kick myself.

I'm reprimanded with the tip of his cock continuing to flick against my clit. It feels so damn good I don't want him to stop but I also need him inside of me and fast.

"Yes, daddy." I whimper but it's not good enough.

"Yes, what?" He teases me with quick pecks until I satisfy him with my begging.

"Fuck. Please, go deep in me, I want to feel all of you." My whispered words dance through his ears.

Chris's kisses almost distract me from his cock ripping through me. The sudden filling makes my eyes back as he starts to roll his hips.

He kisses my neck and then leaves his head there, his moaning in my ear makes my toes curl.

I scratch down his back and Chris growls, locking my wrists over my head.

Chris puts my legs together and then holds himself up to watch himself ease out and pound into me harder over and over, enjoying the wet, slapping sound from this.

"Shit." He curses, closes his eyes tight.

I'm trying to stay still in missionary as he positioned my arms over my head but I need to touch him somewhere, anywhere.

I tighten around his cock inside of me and he buckles, dropping onto my body. His weight is suffocating but I love the skin to skin contact and wrap my legs back around him.

He slowly thrusts inside of me and hangs his teeth on my jawline.

"Chris!" I let out sensually as he bucks into me faster.

He smirks, pushing his thumb into my mouth. "You make it sound so good..."

He rotates onto his back and makes me look at him in the eyes while I guide his cock back inside of me, bouncing on it before he holds me in place with his arms and starts fucking me so hard, yet so passionately, that I start to cry.

"Don't stop, Morgan, don't you fucking stop." He growls in my ear, slapping my ass.

I work up the will to finish riding him without getting lazy and Chris grunts, thrusting into me one hard time.

I'm broken, shattered over him, creaming over his cock.

Chris sits up and swings my body into another position — The Grasshopper— like I'm a rag doll. I don't mind.

A strike to my ass breathes life back into me and I feel him thrust into me faster and faster until he can see the whites of my eyes and I fall weak again.

"Oh-" I breathe out hardly. I lock our fingers and grab a fistful of his hair.

"Whose pussy is this?" He rasps in my ear.

I swallow hard and pop my eyes open at the sudden sharp feeling of Chris ramming inside of me.

"It's yours." I breathe into his mouth.

"Whose is it?" he roars louder, pinching my nipple, pounding into me unrelenting and I can hardly take anymore.

"Chris!" I gasp at his force. "It's yours, baby."

My weak body drops and I catch my breath finally.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Someone pounds on the wall.

"Do this." Chris says, showing me to bite my knuckles to keep from screaming.

He throws his head back in ecstasy and roars aloud, stretching me open.

I grab the mattress for support and bite the sheets, my warm tears rolling onto them.

He gets back on top of me and I spread my legs so he can rest between them.

Chris grabs my face and kisses me deeply. "You're so beautiful." He says to calm me down.

I smile against them and then am ripped into again suddenly but it's slower this time and not as aggressive.

I guide Chris to finish and he moans in my ear as I talk him through it.

"Morgan..." He announces that he's about to finish and I stroke his hair for it, staring deep into his expressive eyes.

"Please," I purr. "Oh my God... Yes." I squirm and spasm under his weight.

Chris kissed my lips and doesn't stop. I roll my tongue against his for minutes and he finally spasms, letting out a sweet release.

"Goddamn." He curses as he comes down and relaxes on top of my sticky body.

I tousle my fingers in his brown locs, wearing the smile that he gave me.

Chris sprinkles kisses down my neck to my chest and stomach.

"I'm obsessed with you." He says low.

I muster up a small, appreciative laugh and rub my hands over his back, feeling the scratches I left there. They won't scar or bleed, I don't carve him, but they'll be a memory until the morning or next few days.

"I feel like I need to pray to you." I exhale deeply.

He chuckles and his lips graze mine softly, only to pull away with this sweet smile.

I just watch him stare at me lazily for a second and my cheeks burn.

"Okay, let me go clean up. Coming?"

~

I'm done showering and find myself brushing my teeth in the mirror with a stupid grin on my glowing face. After going down the hall to grab new sheets from the public housekeeping closet, Chris had washed himself off and went to bed as I went on with my nighttime routine.

Never in a million years did I think I'd have a boyfriend so great, let alone, mind-blowing, toe-curling sex like that.

"Morgan, baby," I hear Chris yell from beyond the closed door and it makes me jump out of my skin. "come on, you know I need you to sleep!"

He makes me laugh lightly.

"I'm coming!" I squeak, flicking off the bathroom light. The air conditioning blows onto and around me as I tiptoe to the bed.

Chris adorably beckoning for me in bed makes me smile ear to ear.

A yawn flies out of my mouth as I pull back the covers and get under them.

In usual Chris fashion, he pulls my leg over his and makes himself comfortable.

"Good night." I pop a kiss on his neck and shut my eyes.

Once his arms lock around me and he secures my comfort, he pushes his lips into my forehead and utters a low, "Good night."

Only a few minutes pass before my eyes fling open with a sudden remembrance. "Chris, did you turn off the camera?"