The Prettiest Woman (11 page)

“You don’t have to continue to thank me. I had a good time, too. Of course, the look on your face was worth it. You looked like a kid in a candy store all night. I was sure that you were going to shed some tears during the course of the evening.”

“I was not!” I said hitting him playfully.

“So you’re telling me that your eyes weren’t watering up when she was singing Dangerously in Love?”

“Shut up! It’s a beautiful song and emotional. Nothing could compare to her singing it live.”

“You’re right. I almost teared up, too.”

I looked at him and he had a serious expression on his face. He then cracked up laughing. “You thought I was serious.”

“I wasn’t sure. I was going to judge you a little but I wanted to see if you were serious first.”

“No tears over here. At least not over that.”

“You probably wanted to cry when she was wearing that lace outfit. Don’t act like your eyes weren’t bugging out of your head.”

“Well, her ass was looking really good. But I was much more interested in the beauty next to me that was screaming like a kid seeing Michael Jackson.”

“You’re going to get enough of making fun of me.” I laughed as he opened the door.

“I don’t think I will. You’re so easy to mess with. It’s fun.”

I was going to come back with a smart remark, but our hotel room was candlelit, and there was a bottle of champagne and strawberries sitting on the table in the dining area.

“You thought that this evening was over?” He asked.

“I didn’t know.”

“Well, now you do. Please just remember what I said. You don’t have to do anything…”

I silenced him with a kiss. I didn’t need to hear anymore disclaimers from him. I knew what I wanted and I wanted him. I wasn’t having any second thoughts or reservations. He was everything that I wanted.

His arms encircled my waist and he brought my body closer to his. There wasn’t any space between us and I didn’t want there to be. He held on to me so tightly that it was hard for me to breath. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him and the bulge forming between us was a clear indicator I was correct.

He stepped away from me, “You’re going to fast forward our night if you keep this up.”

“We don’t have to fast forward it but how about we change the order of the program?”

I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. I didn’t want to wait until I had champagne in my system to have sex. I wanted him at that moment. I didn’t need to feel inebriated to enjoy him. I wanted to know what it was like to have him inside of me with all of my senses intact.

“I’m not going to argue with you.” he said as he followed behind me.

I smiled on the inside. I felt like I was in control and it felt great. I couldn’t wait to make him feel just as good as he made me feel.

We slowly undressed one another and it was one of the most erotic things that I’d ever experienced. We didn’t need any music; the sound of our breath had become our soundtrack. I wanted his moans to fill the room like a symphony.

I pushed him back onto the bed, so that he was sitting and I positioned myself in between his legs. I didn’t have a lot of experience in that arena but I was determined to make him feel good. I’d watched more than enough porn to give it an honest try. Besides, as long as I didn’t scrape him with my teeth, I doubted if he would complain. Bad head for a man was still head.

His dick was already standing at full attention. I kissed it and gently teased it with my fingers. I reveled in the quick intake of breath that entered his body. His entire body was tense and practically begging for release. I looked up at him and the hunger in his eyes reflected my own. I returned my attention to his erection and took him into my mouth.

“Fuck.” he hissed.

I moved my tongue across the head of his cock and took him deeper inside. His hands laced through my hair and rested there. He didn’t apply any pressure but his cock began to throb. I didn’t think that he could get any harder but he proved me wrong. I took him as deep into my mouth as I could. The head of his cock reached the muscles in my throat and I massaged it until I gagged. I came up quickly so that I could catch my breath and stroked his saliva soaked staff with my hand.

“Shit Roxie, what are you doing to me?”

“If you want me to stop…” I teased.

“I don’t want you to stop but damn, I don’t know how much….fuuuccckkkkkk.” he moaned as I took him back to my mouth. I made loud slurping noises as I sucked him like I wanted the cream filling from his center.

He entire body shook as if he was about to erupt from the earthquake brewing inside of his body. His hands tightened in my hair and he pulled me off of him.

“I can’t take anymore.” he said as he tried to catch his breath. I was better than I thought. He kissed me on the lips much to my surprise and pulled me onto the bed with him. “I need to be inside of you, right now.”

I straddled his waist and hovered above him; I grabbed his saliva soaked cock and angled it towards me. He wasn’t looking at me, he watched what was going on down below. He wanted to see himself enter me.

I sank down and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he slipped between my folds and went deep inside of me. My walls stroked his length, welcoming him and soon he was completely inside of me. He stretched me, he completed me; I felt full. I tried to shake the sappy thought from my head but it didn’t work. He had the ability to turn me into a hot puddle of emotions.

I remained still for a moment, my vision was temporarily blurry. I drank in the feeling of his dick inside me.

I then raised and lowered my hips, losing myself in the sensation of his steel cock wrapped in flesh inside of my soft wet walls. Our moans filled the room and it was music to my ears.

For an amount of time that I can’t pinpoint, I rode him. I kept the pace of my hips steady as we stared into each other’s eyes. His hands roamed all over my body. He rested his hands on my breast and pinched my nipples. I exploded. I was on the edge and he tipped the scales. My legs buckled and I leaned forward as my body imploded. My pussy spasmed and gripped his cock which triggered another orgasm.

“Oh shiiiiitt!” I yelped.

“That’s right baby, cum for me. Cum all over this dick.”

I caught my breath and smiled. My mouth twitched and my body felt limp. I didn’t know if I could continue being on top but I was damned sure going to try. I settled back down fully onto him, slowly slid my hands forward until they rested on both sides of his head. I gently rose my hips and pushed back down. Everything was so wet because of my orgasm. “Fuck me, please.” I requested.

He had a look of relief on his face. He bent his knees and placed his feet flat on the bed as he angled himself for better leverage, almost immediately, he thrusted inside of me. It was clear he wasn’t in the mood for slow sex any longer.

His hand moved to grasp the back of my head. He pulled me down and I went willingly. He crushed his lips against mine. My tongue immediately pierced his mouth. Our kiss muffled our moans as his pace grew faster until I was sure his hips must have been battery operated.

He consistently hit my g-spot. I was getting ready to cum again. My body felt like it wanted to boil over. My entire body shook with the force of our sex, the sound of his hips slapping against me was loud throughout the room.  Our noises sounded like a great crescendo and it mesmerized me. 

I broke the kiss and rested my head next to him as he impaled my body over and over again. My hands clutched the sheet, and another orgasm ripped from my body. With a great cry of pleasure he thrusted upwards, his cum burst from him and sprayed inside me. His fingers dug into my flesh and it hurt so good.

We laid in silence and attempted to catch our breath. He held me tightly and rolled us over onto our side. His softening cock slipped from me and I instantly missed it.

No words were exchanged between us. We drifted off to sleep as my head rested against his chest and my leg draped over his thighs. I was happy and content.

#Chapter9

We awoke the next morning and Vincent ordered us room service for breakfast. I was enjoying breakfast in bed that wasn’t a lonely cold bowl of cereal. I looked at him and realized that he looked even better in the mornings. I couldn’t stop looking at his body, and his boyish grin as we laughed and talked.

“You’re beautiful in the morning.” he said.

“Well, you’ve seen me in the morning before.”

“I know, just not like this. This is more relaxed and we don’t have to rush to go anywhere.”

“Actually, we still have to go to brunch. Should we be eating so much right now?”

“Have you seen Sandra? That woman doesn’t eat.”

I laughed, “She’s not that thin!”

“Shit, you could have fooled me.”

“You’re so silly.”

“I can be. But don’t tell anyone.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

We enjoyed the morning and made it a lazy one. We leisurely got prepared for brunch and headed out for a great late morning. He was right when he said that Sandra didn’t eat. I was happy that we ate that morning because there was no way that I could survive on infused water and finger sandwiches. The best thing about the brunch was the conversation and the mimosas.

We went back to the hotel and Vincent was preparing for a meeting. I was a little sad that he had to go without me but we were there for business and not pleasure. It wasn’t his job to babysit me. I was supposed to be his company.

He looked good in his crisp white short sleeve dress shirt and lightweight tan dress pants. I wanted to tackle him and take him back to bed with me.

“What are you looking at?” He said.

“You, of course, and I’m really enjoying the view.”

He walked over to me and kissed me. He then went to his bag and pulled out an envelope. He handed it out towards me, “Take this. Buy a nice dress for dinner this evening.”

“But I already have a dress.”

“I thought that women loved shopping. Are you saying that you have too many dresses?”

I plucked the envelope from his hands, “I don’t want to seem ungrateful, so I guess I can take it and shop around.”

“That’s my girl. I’m sure you’ll love the clothes here.”

“When will you be back?”

“In about five to six hours. So that will leave you with plenty of time to explore the area. Is that a slight pout that I see on your face?”

“I was trying to hide it.”

“What’s wrong?” He focused all of his attention on me and I suddenly felt like a drama queen.

“Nothing, I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t say nothing. When I ask what’s wrong, it’s because I really want to know. Do you no longer feel comfortable? Did you want to go home?”

“No, I don’t want to go home.” I said quickly.

He looked relieved, “Okay, then what?”

“I’m going to miss you.” I said quickly.

His face softened and he caressed my cheek with his hand. I closed my eyes because I was torn between two different feelings. I had to remember why I was there and to not get too attached. But all of the signals were there. We didn’t seem like we had an arrangement anymore, my feelings were involved and his were too. I opened my eyes to look into his and they reflected the same kind of confusion.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” he said abruptly. “If you need me, call me, I’ll make sure I answer.” He grabbed his briefcase and headed out of the door.  I hated to see him go but I was just being melodramatic.

*

An hour later I was shopping. Vince was right, I was enjoying the shopping scene. I had to remind myself that I was shopping for a cute dress and not for purses and shoes. He’d left me $3000 in the envelope. There was no way I was going to spend that amount of money on a dress. It just seemed really excessive.

I went into a store that looked particularly high end and I walked along the racks. I was impressed by the quality of the cuts and fabrics. There was an emerald green dress that I instantly fell in love with. It’s a little under a thousand. I cringed on the inside but I had to try it on. If it fit the way that I thought it would, it was going to leave the store with me.  I looked around for the saleswoman and she was standing behind the counter.

“Excuse me ma’am, I’m interested in trying this on.” The saleswoman looked right through me as if I didn’t say anything to her. “Hello, can you hear me?” She checked her nails and went to help another customer. No surprise the women she helped was white. ‘Am I invisible?” I thought to myself.

I looked around the store and none of the three attendants looked my way. I’m soft spoken but I’m sure that they heard me. I know they did because the other customers were looking at me with a mixture of pity and disdain. That’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks. Those bitches weren’t helping me because they figured that I wasn’t worth their time. They probably were assuming I was broke.

I snapped, I walked over to the snobby brunette that ignored me and interrupted her. I pulled out my envelope and flashed some hundred dollar bills like I was a rapper, “Well I guess I will be spending my money across the street then! No commission for you bitches!”