A friendly receptionist greets us, and after a quick chat and exchange of information, we’re handed a key card. Viv is practically vibrating beside me as we head for the elevator. My eyes lock on her when we step in and I watch for her reaction as we ascend, the city lights stretching beneath us. She doesn’t disappoint.
“You like it?” I ask, chuckling at the look of amazement on her face. She nods but doesn’t take her eyes off the passing view, and I nearly laugh at her little sigh of disappointment when the elevator doors finally open on our floor. I take her hand in mine as we make our way down the hallway. I insert the key card into the door and with a soft click, it swings open.
We step inside and this time, her gasp is audible.
“Oh my God!”
Her hand tightens on mine as she takes in the view, and I can’t blame her for that reaction. The room is magnificent.
Floor-to-ceiling windows take up one wall, offering the most breathtaking view of the city. The lights below us are like a million tiny stars, the buildings silhouetted against the dark sky. The room itself is a blend of sleek lines and plush textures with neutral colors meant to calm. A king-sized bed dominates the space, covered in crisp, white linens and a mountain of pillows. Across from the bed is a large TV mounted to the wall, but I figure neither of us will be catching up on any shows.
I intend to make full use of that bed tonight.
The bathroom is equally impressive. There’s a spacious walk-in shower, a luxurious soaking tub, and a double vanity with plenty of counter space. I can already picture myself making love to Viv in that tub or on the counter, her legs wrapped around me as she takes me into her tight little pussy.
“The towels are so soft and fluffy,” Viv comments, running a finger over them before turning to the plush robes. “Oh, I can’t wait to get into one of those!”
It’s tempting to suggest that we grab a shower or take a bath together, but I don’t trust myself not to give in to this need I have for her before she’s even enjoyed the space and all it has to offer. So, I push down my need and turn to her.
“Take a bath, relax, and I’ll order us dinner,” I tell her, turning to look at those beautiful eyes. “What do you say to that?”
“I say thank you,” she whispers, rising on her tiptoes and brushing her lips over mine. “Thank you.”
***
It feels reckless. Dangerous, even.
To allow myself to fall balls and heart in love with a woman who’s supposed to be a temporary thing. That thought, however, doesn’t stop me from seeking her out after dinner. It doesn’t matter that I’ve known this girl for a little over two days. I still want her.
I know I shouldn’t.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But there’s something beyond her beauty that draws me in. A string that pulls me to her, and I can’t help but follow her light. I’m helpless to do anything but.
She’s staring out the window when I finally come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist and water dripping down my body. She looks magnificent, with the city of Denver lit up behind her silhouette, bright and alive beyond the glass wall.
“I thought the bedroom view in the cabin was breathtaking,” she says without turning around. “This is…different. I’ve lived in LA for ten years, seen the lights and the colors of the night, but not from an angle that shows the whole spread of the city, and nothing with a mountain backdrop in the distance. Nothing like this. So alive, it’s magical.”
I walk over to her and step up behind her, stroking her shoulders and staring out at the city as well before looking down at her soft profile. There isn’t a view on this planet that could rival her. And I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.
She shivers in pleasure when I wrap my arms around her middle and pull her flush against me. “I quite like this view right now,” I hum, dipping my head to nibble on her neck, then kissing along her shoulders. She smells like expensive soap, but with the familiar note of wild jasmine that seems to cling to her skin like a natural scent. It feels like a drug, or maybe sheisthe drug, asmy head swims and my abdomen clenches with desire for her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Vivienne.”
“You make me feel beautiful.”
Fuck!
“I could make you feel more,” I saw, voice low, pushing up and biting her earlobe even as I dip my hand into her robe and cup her breasts. She jolts hard against me, moaning when I roll my thumb over the peaking bud. Christ, she’s soft all over. Delicate, like a flower. “You’ll let me have you tonight, baby, won’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, pushing into my palm.
“I want you.” I roll my hips so she can feel my stiff cock, aching with need for her. “I’ve been hard all day. Was tempted to stop the car and fuck you on the side of the road.” I tug her robe open and slide my free hand down her hip, caressing her inner thigh and smiling when she trembles against me.
Does she like that idea? Fucking in public? I wouldn’t really do it, couldn’t risk anyone else seeing the woman who’s meant for only me. But I can’t help pushing the idea to see how she responds. I drop my voice even lower. “I’d keep fucking you, even if someone stopped to peer into the car. I’d let them watch us.” She shivers against me, rubbing her ass back against my cock.
I can tell she likes that fantasy. And as long as it stays a fantasy, I have to admit I like it too.
“Maybe I would let them record my perfect little angel taking my cock in her snug little pussy.” I trail my lips up her neck and whisper into her ear, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
