“Where do you want to start?”
Vic’s eyes landed on the bath, situated at the edge of the room next to a window with views over the river. “That. An hour in that with some champagne sounds like bliss.”
“Am I invited or am I just an observer?” Always good to check. I preferred baths with Vic. And showers with her too. But sometimes she actually wanted to relax in a different way and seeing as I was like a dog with a chew toy when I saw her naked.
“You’re invited.” Her eyes were dark and her smile was a little predatory. “I’ll run the water. Can you get the champagne?”
“I can do that.” I rang room service rather than faffed with an app, asking for Vic’s favourite make, watching her stripping as she ran the bath, no need to be concerned about anyone watching because we were too high up and I imagined the windows were made with privacy glass anyway.
Not that she would care. She’d flashed me her tits shortly after we’d first met and it was still a memory I treasured.
“What do you think?” She was fully naked, tying her hair on top of her head which was giving me a really good view of her breasts.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
“I meant of the room.”
“I don’t care about the room.” I started to lose my polo shirt, dropping it to the floor just as there was a knock at the door. I also didn’t care about being shirtless opening the door, or that Vic was possibly just in eyeline of whoever was there.
“Thank you.” I handed over a note to tip him. “Can you send another up in an hour?”
He murmured something that sounded like an agreement and I took the glasses and bucket from him.
Vic was standing with her back to me, looking out of the window. The bath was still filling up, bubbles and all.
I put the champagne down, that could wait, and headed to stand behind her, slipping my arms around her and cupping her tits, kissing her neck. “Are you wet already?”
“Find out for yourself.”
I took that as an instruction, moving a hand round and down her back, over her ass and then between her legs, pushing my finger through wetness that was warm and inviting. I pressed a finger inside her, gently, slowly, then added another, hearing her rush of breath.
My other hand carried on playing with her tits, my mouth on her neck, leisurely building her up to coming on my hand.
"Do you want to come on my hand or my cock?” I sucked on her neck, knowing I’d leave a very small mark. “Or my tongue?”
“Tongue then cock.” Her hands went on the windows, bracing herself, in a scene we’d recreated a hundred times since the first.
I dropped to the floor, crawling between her legs, my jeans still on and my cock far too hard to be healthy.
It could wait though. The meaning was in the waiting.
I sat between her legs, my back to the window, hands on her thighs, fingers brushing the soft skin, feeling the tone of her muscle, the quiver of her flesh as I took my first taste.
Time gave you the chance to know exactly how to please your partner, to find what they liked best, what worked for them. It could also get too easy, monotonous.
That was never going to be acceptable.
So I never liked to let Vic think I was becoming predictable.
I moved my hands round her thighs onto her ass, pulling her closer to my mouth so I could feast. The taste of her, the scent of her, the sounds she was making as I brought her closer. I teased with my tongue, gently circling around her clit and ignoring her entrance.
Slow. Sweet and slow for now. I let her become fooled into this gentle security, nudging her closer, feeling her body tense. Then I shifted my hand, my hand running across her skin to her entrance and then fingering her, direct onto the nub inside herthat had her explode in seconds, coming apart as she looked over London.
I didn’t give her heart rate chance to slow. Shifting back behind her, turning the bath tap off before I lost my mind and we ended up flooding the place, I managed to shuck off my jeans and underwear, more clothing to be retrieved later.
I stood up, slapping her arse which made her arch her back and lean closer to the window.
“Spread your legs, Victoria.” I nudged them apart, just enough so I had enough room to line my cock up with her entrance, slicking the head through her wetness, before pushing into her fully. Our combined groan filled the room, silence everywhere else. My vision blurred, one hand on her waist, gripping her hips, the other pushing one of her hands firmly against the glass, giving me purchase to fuck her like the world was ending and this was the last memory I’d have.
