Clandestine Steele - Part IV

    He covered her fully, and began moving slowly in and out of her.  He thought he'd incinerate from the sheer heat their bodies emanated.  She felt so damn good to him, her muscles slowly expanding to accommodate him.  If he died at this moment, he'd have no regrets in the world, he thought as he moved in and out of her.  

    "Nor I." She said shocking him when he realized he'd said the words aloud.  Her arms encircled him and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he quickened the pace.  She matched him thrust for thrust, giving as much as she got.  

    He marveled at how perfect they fit together but then he'd known the moment he saw her that they would.  He lowered his mouth to claim hers for a kiss as he continued to plunge in and out of her. 

    She thought nothing on Earth could have prepared her for the intensity of what she felt right now.  Her body was tingling all over and she could feel herself losing control of her senses.  The things he was doing to her were rendering her crazed with desire. 

    Just then, he told her to hold onto him.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.  He rolled them over, never breaking contact, to place her on top of him.  She was in control of their desire now.  She loved it.   She lowered herself onto him again and again, holding onto his chest for support.  

    He reached up and locked his mouth onto one breast, then another, she arched her back and quickened her pace. 

    She could hear herself moaning over and over again but she was unable to stop herself. 

    He grabbed her hips then and ground her into him, he'd shortened the distance she had to meet him and they were now coming together in short, quick, fierce thrusts. 

    She tried to maintain her control but she felt it slipping and was hard pressed to stop it.  "Not yet, not yet." She said over and over again, what they were giving each other was so incredible, she didn't want it to end, but she knew she was teetering.  

    "Yes, darling, right now."  He ground out as he sucked in his breath and watched the display of emotions race across her face.  "Open your eyes," he commanded, "I want to you to look at me when you reach it."  

    She fought the need to close her eyes and forced herself to look at him and hold his gaze.  He held her hips as she rocked over him again and again.  She could feel the tears welling in her eyes but she didn't have the energy to stop them. 

    He saw them.  His jaw clenched as his body started to jerk up against her.  

    She continued to look at him, even as her sight grew dim and shards of light splintered across her view.  She held his forearms and clenched her legs against his sides. 

    Neither one of them announced the inevitable, they just held on to each other as the pleasure racked them both over and over again. 

    She collapsed against him.  Her body devoid of the energy it would have taken to keep her upright. 

    He took her weight against him.  Wrapping his arms around her,  he held her tightly.  He listened to her heart hammer against his chest, almost as violently as he knew his was hammering against her.  He rubbed her back over and over until his hand slid down to his side, un-noticed by either one of them since they had both fallen into a sedate slumber.

    He awoke some time later, and checked the clock on the nightstand.  He smiled as he noticed that they hadn't moved an inch since they fell asleep.  He slid her from on top of him, and placed her on her side as he got up and out of the bed.  A few minutes later, he came back to the bed and placed a light kiss on her back.  She stirred slightly but refused to wake up. 

    "Come on, sleepy head, I've got a surprise for you," he promised as he shook her awake. 

    She sleepily opened her eyes and looked at him.  Was it possible?  Could he have gotten more attractive since she'd seen him last? 

    He laughed when he saw her avid scrutiny.   "I think you'd better come with me, before I get back in that bed and ravage you again." 

    "Promise?"  She countered sexily, as he pulled her off the bed and headed for the bathroom. 

    While she'd been sleeping, he'd prepared a bubble bath for them.  The bathroom looked about as inviting as the rest of the suite.  It was decorated in soft cream colors with lovely floral accents.  It had double vanities, a huge shower  that boasted enough space for two people to be engulfed by shower jets from every angle imaginable and a separate closet that housed the toilet.  The focal point of the room was the huge tiled circular bathtub that looked a big as a hot tub.  

    "Is that a bathtub, or a mini pool?" she laughed heading toward the tub. 

    "I'd say it was a tub that screamed for more than one occupant." He said as he picked her up and lowered her into the warm soapy water.  

    She settled under the bubbles and closed her eyes.  The water felt wonderful to her slightly sore limbs. 

    He eyed her thoughtfully before lowering himself down into the inviting bath. 

    She heard him splashing about beside her, but her eyes remained closed.  "Mmm." She purred, "this is beyond wonderful." 

    He moved closer to her as he told her, "Oh it gets better, believe me." 

    She gasped as she felt something firm come in contact with her wet skin.  She opened her eyes to see him rubbing her skin with a soapy sponge that smelled heavenly.  She allowed him to wash her thoroughly, enjoying the feel of the sponge rubbing up and down her body.  There wasn't an inch on her that he didn't cover as he rubbed her and rinsed her off. 

    Taking the sponge, she returned the favor. 

    He loved the way she'd felt as he worked the soapy sponge over her body, and he definitely loved how she was making him feel by washing him.  He felt his body responding to her slow soapy caresses, especially when the sponge disappeared below the water.  He leaned over and captured her mouth with his.

    Responding instantly, she leaned into his hard body and returned his kiss. 

    "Ever made love in a bathtub that was big enough to have a small party?"  He whispered against her mouth. 

    Her breath quickened as she shook her head.  "I've never had the pleasure." 

    His eyes took on that passionate look she'd begun to recognize as arousal as he gathered her up in his arms.  "You will, now," he promised.  Gathering her up, he sat her on his lap.

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    She was putting her shoes back on as he was tying his tie in the mirror.  She turned around.  Their eyes met in the mirror.  No sadness, she thought to herself.  Over and over again.  The day couldn't last forever, don't be a baby she chided herself.  Smiling quickly, she turned away from the mirror, but not before he'd seen the brief sad look that passed over her face. 

    He walked over to her.  "Wishing we could stay here forever?" 

    She knew she shouldn't be surprised by his perception, he seemed quite proficient at reading her mind.  She nodded, but didn't speak. 

    "I feel the same way you do," he told her.  He wrapped his arms around her and held her. 

    She wound her arms around his middle and inhaled his scent.  Get a hold of yourself, her brain screamed as she pulled away.  Retrieving her handbag and heading for the door, she asked, "ready?" 

    He hesitated a moment, but then nodded as he followed her out of the suite.  He shut the door with a firm click.

    They were silent as the elevator propelled them toward the lobby, each caught up in their own thoughts.  When the elevator finally stopped and the doors swooshed open, he put a hand on her back and guided her toward the front entrance. 

    "Don't you have to check out?"  She asked him. 

    He shook his head and winked at her.  "Express check out.  Quite a wonderful concept." 

    Once outside, they both turned and looked at each other.  

    He smiled as he traced a finger along her jaw.  "Did you drive yourself here?" 

    She nodded.   

    "Would you like me to walk you to your car?" 

    "No thanks, I'll be fine."

    He was hesitant to let their precious interlude end, but he knew he couldn't stop time.  "Well, I guess this is goodbye then," he whispered.  

    "Yes, it appears that it is."  With nothing more to say, she turned to walk toward her parked car. 

    He watched her go.  Slowly, he walked toward the limo parked at the curb.  He'd almost reached his destination when he heard her call out for him to wait.  Turning, he watched her striding over to him. 

    She was slightly breathless when she reached him.   "Could I trouble you for a ride?"  She asked him. 

    He smiled down at her as the driver opened the door.  "Of course," he replied stepping aside and assisted her into the limo.

    He followed her, settling himself at her side.  The driver closed the door and went around to swing into the driver's seat.  Once the car was in motion, he asked her if she'd like a glass of wine. 

    "No, thank you, I'm fine," she murmured absently while glancing out the window.  She wondered to herself why she had asked for a ride when she'd had her car at the hotel.  She knew why.  She wasn't ready to leave him.  Not yet.  She had a strong urge to reach over and hold his hand, but she fought against it.  Instead, she stuffed both hands under her legs in an effort to keep from reaching out to him. 

    He looked over and stared at her profile.  He noticed her hands were shoved under her legs, he frowned.  Just then the Chauffeur drew his attention. "How was your meeting, sir?  As tedious as all the others?"  

    He smiled and looked over at her gazing out the window.  "On the contrary, this was by far the most captivating one yet.  I was quite enthralled from start to finish by the agenda this time.  I was riveted." 

    Her head snapped around.  Their eyes locked.  The extent of his meaning evident in his expression.  She felt her face grow warm and her pulse quicken. 

    Grinning, he retrieved her hand out from under her leg, and held it in his.   He spoke in a voice that was directed toward his driver.  "You know, I think we'll make a slight detour."

    He leaned toward her and whispered in a voice meant only for her.  "I find that I am no longer interested in getting back to the pressing obligations of professional life--at least not yet.  I'm curious to know how you feel about that?" 

    She thought of all the things that she needed to take care of, that were probably piling up on her desk by the minute.  She answered his question in a way that was unmistakable.  Leaning in, she ran her tongue along his ear. 

    He immediately tensed and sat back as though he'd been branded.  He cleared his throat in an attempt to get his desire under control.  He leaned forward as he spoke to the driver.  "Uh, take the scenic route, will you Fred?"

    He looked to her with a devilish grin. "And in this case, time is of no consequence."  He gave her a questioning look. 

    She nodded.

    This time when he offered her a glass of wine, she didn't turn it down. 

    "Is it, Miss Holt?" 

    She shook her head as she accepted the chilled glass.  "Not at all, Mr. Steele.  Not at all."  

 The End