"That’s not the bedroom either," I remarked as I went into another bathroom. Then I found stairs. "Maybe it's up here."
There were two bedrooms and an enormous bathroom on the second floor. I set Chloe on the bed, and she struck a sexy little pose. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my jacket as I kissed her.
"Don’t rip it!" she exclaimed as I pushed at her dress.
"You know," I said, kissing her breasts through the fabric, "you keep telling me not to rip your stuff, but I don't think I ever have."
"That time when I was"—she stopped speaking to moan—"when I was wearing that little candy cane outfit."
"Are you talking about the one with the crotch missing?" I said. "Yeah, I liked that outfit. I didn't rip it though. You were spilling out of it. In multiple places."
My hand was under the dress now. I just wanted to tear the fabric off of her. She made little whimpering noises, moving almost inadvertently against my hand, seeking the friction.
I hitched the dress up so she could splay her legs, giving me better access. I pulled her panties down. They were soaked from the slickness between her legs.
"You really want me," I marveled, pushing two fingers inside of her, a third on her clit. "I love how wet you get for me."
She gasped as I stroked her.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you want me to fuck you," I said mildly.
"Please!" she moaned.
"That’s what I'm doing," I said, bending down to kiss her, my tongue tracing around her mouth.
I could seriously do this all night, sit there fully clothed, teasing her, touching her. I unzipped her dress. It fell down, exposing her tits, and I reached out, letting my other hand pinch and roll the hard nipple between my fingers.
"I want…" she panted, her hands running over my chest and down to my crotch.
I unzipped my pants. "Is this what you want?"
"I need you," she said.
My cock was rock hard and fully erect when I stripped off my boxer briefs. I wanted her, but more than that, I wanted to give her the most intense pleasure of her life, to make her mine, and to make sure she never wanted to leave me.
I rolled on a condom and rubbed my cock between her legs, teasing her. Chloe moaned, her hips arching up, inviting me in. I couldn't resist the invitation, and I pushed into her. I was rewarded with a cry from deep in her throat.
"That feels so good!" she gasped.
I fucked her for a few minutes then withdrew.
"Why did you stop?" she panted, reaching for me.
"I want to feel all of you," I said as I took off her dress the rest of the way and the lacy black bra underneath. Kissing the curves of her body, I shrugged off my shirt, then I pressed her to me and pushed back inside of her. She clung to me as I fucked her, each thrust telling her she was mine, that I needed her and wanted her and couldn't live without her.
* * *
The next morning,the hotel staff discreetly left breakfast out.
"Yum, eggs Benedict," Chloe said. "I'm starving. You definitely gave me a workout last night."
I felt a satisfied smile creep up my face.
After making more use of the hotel's bed, we went back to Frost Tower later that morning. It was the weekend, so we didn't have to rush.
As we walked through the lobby of the hotel, Chloe said, "I wish we had a change of clothes. I feel like I'm doing the walk of shame."
"You look fine."
