Illicit Affairs by Holly Dixon

Thirty-One

One minutethey were inside the elevator and the next, Ava’s body was pressed up against the hotel room door in the hallway. She swore her breath had turned to steam as Nate’s frenzied hands ran across her body, his lips seeking any exposed piece of flesh on her.

The door clicked open as they tumbled into the suite like a hurricane of passion, tangled in one another and uncaring of the objects they knocked over on their way.

Nate heard his suit jacket drop in a puddled heap behind him before feeling her hands claw and rip apart the buttons on his crisp linen shirt, exposing his bare chest to the kiss of cool air. He attacked her neck in a series of devouring wet kisses, his teeth grazing her skin primally. Suddenly, his neck was yanked forward as she tugged upon either side of his loosened bow tie and brought their mouths together again, his groans muffled by her fleshy explorer delving in and out of his eager mouth.

Truly, he couldn’t get enough of her, the kiss growing intense and making him burn hotter and hotter until he was sure he would reach supernova. He struggled out of his shirt before tossing it aside, his mouth never daring to leave hers, becoming intoxicated upon the opulent champagne staining her tongue.

Her back pressed against the wall-length mirror, a fog of condensation silhouetted around her, goosebumps rising upon her milky flesh as she clenched her legs together like pressed flowers, her thighs like a rosebud waiting to bloom.

Nate gripped the hem of her satin dress and rolled it slowly up over her curves before discarding it, puddles of white, black, and red on the floor.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful…” His heavy brows creased together as though he were trying to decipher a piece of art, his honey eyes drinking in her red lace bra and panties adorning her snowy bodice. Red really was this woman’s colour, contrasting against her skin a shade of moonlight, her tresses like fields of barley, black rings around those sapphire eyes, and lips painted crimson. She brought the colour to life; danger, passion, fire, power…love.

His mouth meticulously covered her chest in adoring kisses, feeding off every little gasp and whine she made for him. He skimmed his nose down her supple cleavage before his teeth yanked apart the clasp between her perfect tits, freeing them from the red lace holding them hostage.

With her hands tangled in his dark tufts, she guided his mouth to the destination they both shared as his teeth sunk upon her pert pink bud and sucked the moans straight out of her.

He had never tasted flesh so sweet, his fingernails brushing down the ridges on her sides as he lowered while trailing his lips down her smooth tummy, his stubble tickling her flesh.

Ava was convinced he was stealing her air, which made no sense since oxygen was required to start a fire and right now there was so much heat surging inside her chest, she felt as though she were about to implode.

Her lashes unfurled as she peered down to see him staring intently up at her while his lips ghosted down over the top of her thigh. She could barely keep herself upright as he delicately lifted and draped her leg over his shoulder, the anticipation crashing through her, and yet, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his, waiting for him to unravel the last thread of decency she possessed.

Nate’s large hands grasped her thick curves, tugging her towards him as his nose skimmed up the lace covering her flower, her sweet and earthy scent making him sigh in relief before his tongue ground against her most fragile and quaking part.

“Agh…” she moaned, tipping her head back with her fingers twisting in his unruly mop. He breathed against her slit and sent liquid fire pouring down her thighs, weakening her stance as her back squeaked down the mirror.

With a sharp intake through her teeth, Ava found both of her legs suddenly draped over his shoulders as he lifted her hips, straightening himself and pushing her up against the glass. She gripped his hair tightly, mewling like a kitten in catnip as she stared down at his tongue snaking in past her panties and wrecking her saturated arousal.

The moment her icing coated his tongue, Nate’s arms surrounded her lower back as he groaned loudly into her pussy, feasting on her like she was a banquet for one and keeping her tight body held up against the mirror with ease.

Seconds that could have been hours passed before Nate finally lowered her body, now glistening with sensual sweat, down his front, her legs securing around his waist as he carried her through his spacious penthouse suite. He laid her down upon the large bed as though she were made from crystal, delicately removing her panties along with her strappy high heels.

She stared up at him in awe, watching as he held her foot and tenderly pecked her instep before standing there admiring her naked body as he slowly undid his belt and slacks, freeing his arousal. Without taking his eyes from hers, he leaned over slightly, his hand upon the base of his angry girth before he spat a single drop of fluid down onto his crown. He was lust incarnate, his movements building the tension between Ava’s legs. Her eyes were black with desire as she watched him pleasure himself until she could take no more of his teasing, growing restless as her impatient hands grabbed a hold of him. However, before she could get a grip, Nate suddenly flipped her onto her stomach and tutted his tongue.

“No, tonight I’m going to need you to go slow.” He chuckled a husky noise with his mouth against her peach, his teeth dragging across it and instantly silencing her. “No smart-mouthed comebacks? Really?” He couldn’t help the smirk etching its way onto his face as he heard her suck in a breath to fire out a snide remark but bet her to the finish line as he dived his face in between her cheeks and thrust his tongue inside her.

“Fuck me!” Ava squealed in shock, her palms slapping against the mattress as Nate grinned against her wet mess, loving that little expression she used whenever he caught her off guard.

His arms slid under her thighs and his hands hooked her hips, fingers pressing into her pale skin as he pulled her ass higher and sank her face deeper into the sheets, muffling her beautiful begging for more of his ruthless kisses. He released one arm so that he could let his digit wander through her dewy petals, coating it in her nectar before easing inside her and curling down so it dragged against her swollen walls.

His tongue wrote a love letter in cursive circles around her swollen clit, untangling her insecurities and rationalising her feelings for her until they were reading from the same page.

On and on he kept up this euphoric cycle: a little lick here, a stroke of one or two of his fingers there, until he felt the slight spasm of an impending orgasm and abruptly stopped, pulling her back from the edge and making her whimper in protest.

“No, you don’t get to cum just yet, sweetheart,” Nate grunted as the front of his body pressed down against her back, his hand securing around the front of her dainty neck and craning her head back to look at him. “Slow,” he ordered, leaning over her and kissing her passionately from their reversed positions. There was no chance he was giving her what she wanted after she deprived him for so long. He was a fickle man who held a grudge, something he wasn’t proud of, but in this moment he revelled in his flaw.

Ava whined against his lips, her elbows struggling to keep her upright as she felt his bare manhood prod into her soft cheek. Whatever it was about him, it had a hold of her, his touch taking control of her mind, body, and soul.

“Please…” she whimpered against his lips, the first time she truly ever begged a man, but for some reason, with Nate, it didn’t feel as demeaning as she thought it would…it felt empowering.

Nate heard her voice split apart, saw the need in her azure galaxies, and felt the splintering crack through her resolve. He wasn’t going to push her any further so he angled his hips forward and in one swift motion, slipped inside of her. His long drawn-out groan harmonised with the high-pitched whine leaving her lips as their flesh melted into one.

“Holy…shit…” He almost sounded like he was in pain as intense pleasure gripped a hold of his balls and squeezed. It had never felt so good. With a steady, slow gait, he rolled in and out of her, his face buried into the side of her neck as his humid breath tickled the shell of her ear. He kept himself up with one hand as his other continued to hold her throat, his groans turning into growls as he felt her push back onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust as her hand tangled in his hair.

Losing himself inside her, he parted his knees further as he allowed his mass to sink down on top of her, both of his hands now masking hers as their fingers entwined and fisted the bed sheets.

“Nate…I…I want…” Ava said breathlessly, no sense in the words coming from her lips, their bodies rolling in a sensual and intimate wave against one another as she nuzzled her cheek into the side of his damp hair that smelled like the seaside.

“Give me all of you, Ava,” he groaned into her ear as he continued to pin her down with his weight, “every last piece.” Nate didn’t just want to make love to her body, he wanted to make love to her thoughts, undressing her conscience wall by wall until he was fully inside of her.

This didn’t feel like fucking to Ava, it felt more intimate and savouring as though the couple had all the time in the world to consume one another, as though what they were doing was a completely moral act.

She found herself wanting to reach inside of herself and give her lover a unique part of her that no one else had—she wanted to give him the best of her.

Ava didn’t just finally submit to him, she took a flamethrower to those protective thorny vines she had wrapped around herself for all this time.

Nate listened to her body, the way it sang for him, the way it trembled as though walls were coming down inside of her. With desperate movements, he flipped her onto her back, his arms hooking under her shoulders as his hands cradled the back of her head. His eyes swam in restless pools of blue, watching her come undone as his hips found hers again and her legs hung over his ass. She secured her arms around his neck, pulling him towards his oasis as their mouths met in a union of adoration and their bodies gorgeously tangled in one another.

Her soft cries grew louder as she hit her crescendo and Nate tightened his grip on her so he could speed up his pace, growing rougher and more impactful. He stared down at her, watching her face crease, a sight to behold in the throes of pleasure as she struggled to remain focused on him.

“I…I fucking adore you,” Nate grunted in between the harsh swing of his hips and felt her hold back, felt her resist the high as though her orgasm would finally admit what she was terrified to. He pulled her head up so he could press his forehead to hers, his gaze fiery and intense as he growled, “Don’t you dare hold back, don’t you dare fucking hold back. Give me all of you, Ava.”

Her mouth crashed up against his as pleasure burst apart at the seams, her core imploding in on itself. Rhythmic convulsions rippled against his length, gripping him tight as her screams were muffled by his tongue claiming her mouth and swallowing her cries.

The feeling of her coming undone around him didn’t just tip him over the edge, it catapulted him as his stomach pulled tight, his balls ready to erupt as he finally let go of all that emotion built up inside of him over these past few weeks. Hot spurts coated her walls, bathing her insides with his silk as he emptied all the love his heart had to offer into her.

Whether it was moral or not, and whether she chose to admit it, Ava knew one thing for certain in that moment…she needed his love.