Chapter Fifteen
Aries
This woman is a surprise.I’m not referring to her name.No.That is rather unfortunate.It’s right up there with Alan Allen.Sadly, Lou doesn’t fit her either.It’s too masculine.When I speculated about her name at our first meeting, she remains, to me, to be more Louisa than anything.But I don’t get to change her name.I wouldn’t want to.Lou is who she is, and I rather like her that way.
I place my hand on the elevator door to keep it from closing on us.Lou steps in first and I move in next to her as another couple enters.I press the up button.Fortunately, the other pair on the elevator exit on the third floor, leaving us six floors of alone time.
Peering down at her, Lou’s busy biting her lip.Is this the right thing to do?She seems overly nervous.“Are you sure about this?”
She smiles, but it’s weak.“Positive.”
Leaning closer, I skim the side her face with my finger.My god, she’s pretty.“It’s going to be okay.”
“Yeah?”I smell beer and a little tequila on her breath.“You sure about that?”
“Positive.”
She moves up and kisses me, and I’ve got to say, I enjoy her taking the initiative.I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, letting my tongue sweep across her full bottom lip.When she opens for me, I step closer until she’s pressed up against the wall.Her arms wrap around my neck, and thanks to a soft moan that escapes from her, I know she’s enjoying the kiss as much as I am.The bell sounds, and we hear the doors slide open.Pulling back, I take her hand in mine and lead her out of the elevator and down to our room.
With the key card in hand, I place it over the pad on the door and hear the click.Pushing the door open, I let her enter first.
“Wow,” she says once she’s inside.
There’s nothing special about the room.It’s a standard king suite, but Lou seems to like it.“There’s a view.”She’s at the window now.I move in behind her and wrap my hands around her waist.
“A view of downtown Excelsior.”
She laughs.“Better than a view of downtown Zodiac Hills.”
“True.”Lowering my head, I move her hair out of the way and kiss the side of her neck.I hear her little moan again, and I know I’m on the right track.
“This okay?”I kiss it again.
“Yes.”She tilts her head away from me.“Your beard tickles.”I kiss her once more, then give her a little bite.My hands begin their own adventure.One moves down to her hip, the other up until it’s below her breast.
“How about now?This okay?”
In a husky voice that I like very much, Lou says, “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.Okay?You don’t have to keep asking.Deal?”
“Deal.”
And with that, my left hand moves up until I’m cupping her breast.I feel her nipple beneath her top and bra, giving it a gentle pinch.“Shit,” Lou says, arching her back.“Yes.”
Stepping back, I look down at her ass.I’ve fantasized about it.In bed.In the shower.An ass like Lou’s is what dreams are made of.I place my hands on either side of her hips and I run them up and down.Her curves feel amazing.I see the button and zipper at her back.I flick open the button and begin dragging down the zipper.The room is silent except for the noise the zipper makes and, I’ve got to say, it’s erotic as hell.“Let’s get you out of those clothes.”
Lou helps once the skirt is open.It falls to the ground.I watch her step out and turn to face me.“What about yours?”She peers down at my dress pants.My erection is obvious.I make quick work of mine.Picking them up, I throw them over the arm of the side chair.
As I’m doing that, Lou reaches down and grasps the bottom edge of her top and slowly lifts it, revealing a basic cotton bra.It’s white.The same color as her panties.Not to brag, but I’ve had my share of bedpartners and never have I seen one in a white cotton bra and underwear.With that said, I’ve got to admit, none of them have ever looked quite as beautiful.Reaching out, I place my hands around her waist and pull her to me.“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
She snorts at my comment, which I choose to ignore.For now.“You are.”My hands move up and back and over her stomach.Sure, it’s not as flat as some others I’ve seen, but I happen to be a man who loves the softness of a woman.They were meant to look like Velma Lou Hamlin.Just look at art history.I took an art history class in college and the women in the textbook always looked like Lou.
Reaching behind her, I make quick work of her bra clasp.Once it’s loosened, the straps fall from her shoulders to her upper arms.I’m tempted to ask if it’s all right if I remove it, but she said she’d tell me.I trust she will.
Tossing the bra aside, I spend a moment looking.Just looking.Her breasts are the perfect size.While they aren’t perky, they are that wonderful teardrop shape.Her nipples are hard, erect, and asking for my mouth.I can’t let them down.
Bending at the waist, I take her left nipple into my mouth and that’s when I feel her hands touch my head.She presses in closer and mutters, “God.Yes.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her closer and move until the backs of my legs hit the bed.I sit, making her tits at my eye level.Using my hands, I cup them both and press them as close together as I can without hurting her.I lick and suckle them and bite a little too.
