The gala lasted well into the early morning. Ida and Zarah closed down the party. Hazel and I were there until the bitter end because we were organizing the Art Zurich bid, and a good host didn't leave before his guests.
"You guys are too big of hitters for me," I told Ida. She and Zarah were doing shots on the dance floor. The band was packing up, and all the lights in the event space were on. Hazel was nursing a sparkling water and sat slumped on a bench in the corner.
"Getting old there, boyo?" Ida asked.
"Ms. Ida, we need to pack this up," one of the workers said to her, shooing her off the dance floor.
"Come to my room. I have a minibar fully stocked compliments of Mr. Svensson here," Zarah said. She and Ida stumbled to their limo, arm in arm.
"I really don't know what to say," I said, sitting next to Hazel.
"I mean, what can you say?"
Hazel and I rode back to my hotel. Hazel was half asleep slumped against me in the limo. I picked her up easily. The hotel was quiet when I walked in. The chandelier sparkled soft spots of light on the floor. Hazel murmured and snuggled against my chest. I thought my heart would explode. It felt so right being with her. I loved that she had been so happy and delighted with the gala.
When we arrived at our suite, I set Hazel down so I could fish out the key and unlock the door. No keycards for this historic hotel.
"I love how you think of all the details," she said, blinking up at me. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and she was so cute. I kissed her, opened the door, and twirled her inside.
"I don't want to jinx it," I said. "But I think we are going to win the expo." I kissed her, unzipping her dress. It pooled on the floor, and she stepped out of it. I kissed her as she undid my shirt and unzipped my pants.
"Bed," I said, picking her up and taking her into the large bedroom. Finally, I could fuck Hazel on a real bed. On the nightstand was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice. There was also another little surprise.
"I hope you saved the body paint recipe," I told her as I planted kisses from her collarbone down her torso. "It could be your new venture—edible body portraits." I popped the cork and poured a glass of champagne.
"I don't need a whole one," Hazel protested. "I'm going to be a wreck tomorrow."
"We can share. Too bad you're all sharing and caring with Ida, though."
"I can't believe her," Hazel said, stealing sips of the champagne.
"I would also say it's too bad Zarah took all of it except"—I pulled a little bottle out of the nightstand—"I stole some the last time I was at your café."
Hazel giggled as I twisted open the little glass jar.
"It's cold!" she shrieked when I painted a picture on her.
"See?" I told her, drawing a stick figure on her chest. "This is me, and I'm licking you." I drew a tongue.
She looked down. "I think you have some sort of disease." Hazel kissed me sloppily. "Yum! You taste like raspberry alcohol." Then she gasped as I licked every inch of it off her breasts.
I took a sip of the champagne, then I kissed down, down. "And you taste even better."
She gasped and cursed as I held her hips down, eating her out.
"I want your cock," she moaned.
I ignored her and continued to slowly lick her, sucking on her clit and slipping two fingers in the hot tight opening. I moved my mouth up to suck her breasts, rolling her pink nipples with my tongue. The slight traces of the raspberry body paint made her taste sweet. She moaned as my fingers moved in and out of her.
"Fuck me."
"That's what I'm doing," I said mildly.
"With your cock," she whispered, her eyes half closed.
I rolled on a condom then straddled her, teasing her clit with my cock. Hazel wriggled under me, her tits brushing my chest. I pushed into her. Her pussy was so hot and tight. She wrapped her legs around my waist, arching up against me as I fucked her. She came quickly, tightening around me. She bit my shoulder as I came a few thrusts later.
"I should get that tattooed," I murmured against her neck. "Then when people ask, I'll tell them about my sexy-as-hell girlfriend who gets a little feisty in bed."
