I just want to thank everyone for their comments and nice words. I decided, with some prodding, to write this chapter for you reading. Thanks again. Joey.
When the doors to the elevator closed, Trish stepped around Joe and placed her arms around his neck and kissed him. Joe wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Close enough so that she felt his bulging manhood start to rise to the occasion. She pushed against it and in turn, felt her own sex organ beginning to fill with dampness and heat. Their tongues entwined and there were sounds of the kiss intensifying by the second. Trish let a soft moan escape from the back of her throat. She felt Joe pull her to him even tighter. Her lips softened even more and smashed and molded themselves against his. Her mouth filled with his tongue, and then followed it with her own as it retreated back into his own mouth. It was now her tongue that filled his mouth. Trish was not a novice at this, but felt her knees beginning to buckle. His kisses were as close as perfect as she'd ever felt. Forceful but gentle, she remembered her mother telling her something about kissing a smiling man, but she couldn't quite remember how it went. When they got to the twenty second floor, the elevator slowed abruptly and the doors opened. They turned left to follow the numbers down to her room. Joe took the key card from Trish and opened her door. He stepped to the side and let her enter the room. The minute the door closed, she pushed him into the corner. She kissed him hard, harder than she had done all evening. Joe was surprised at the intensity of the kiss. When she broke the kiss, she began to sink to her knees. She unbuckled his belt and opened the top of his pants, and unzipped him. She pulled them down slowly. She kissed his hardening member through his boxer briefs. He could feel the heat of her breath on it. She pulled down his briefs until just the top of his penis popped out of the waist band. The pre-cum was already glistening from the top of it. Trish moved in to harvest it. The tip of her tongue slid across his purpling helmet. Joe let the first moan escape, Trish followed with one of her own. Joe looked down at her and watched as his cock disappeared into her silky mouth. She looked up at him and their eyes locked like radar into each other's. Joe liked that a lot, and let out another soft moan. Trish began to stroke his penis with her right hand, while her left hand reached down and began to assault her own clit. She emitted a low continuous, guttural moan. Joe knew he was not going to last with all this activity going on. He could feel the skin around his cock tightening with passion. Trish could feel the telltale sign that he was close to his orgasm. This caused her to increase the pressure and urge her own orgasm to the finish line. Joe let Trish know he was close by tapping her gently on her head, but Trish was way ahead of him. She popped his penis out of her mouth and leaned her head against leg as her own orgasm ripped through her. She convulsed slightly and she panted heavily. As soon as she regained her senses she put his rock hard cock back in her mouth and continued to savage her pussy. Joe knew he was done. Trish backed off and pointed his prick down towards her beautiful breasts. Joe gushed his ejaculate all over her breast and chest. Trish rubbed it into her skin and continued to rub her pussy lips, the tip of her finger now entering her hole. She instantly came again. It was powerful and humbling. She nearly toppled over from its force. He helped her gain her feet and reached into the bathroom and found a wash cloth. He used it to clean her up. When he was done, she leaned her head into his chest. They both said nothing, but it was a knowing embrace. He wrapped both his arms around her, and she had her arms wrapped around his mid section. They stood quietly like that for minutes. Suddenly, there was a knock on the very door they were leaning against.
"Room Service!"
They broke their embrace, and she walked into bathroom, giggling, and closed the door over. Joe pulled up and re-buckled his pants and opened the door. He directed the waiter where to put the steaks and wine. He signed her name to the chit and walked him to the door. He closed and locked it behind him.
"Dinner is served Mam!" The door opened and Trish walked out. She looked radiant. Apparently, orgasms agreed with her. They agreed with her very well indeed.
"Eat up tough guy, you're going to need all your strength tonight!"
They chatted during dinner mostly about what Joe did for a living and what she had planned for her own presentation in the morning. When dinner was done, she excused herself and went into the bathroom. Joe bussed up the tray and took it to the door, opened it and put the tray and two empty bottles of wine out in the hall. He started to close the door again and stopped himself. He took the "Do Not Disturb" sign form its holder and stuck it in the key slot. He closed the door smiling, threw both locks over and turned back into the room. Just as he passed the bathroom, the door opened. Trish had replaced her clothes with a pink satin robe. She was even more beautiful than before she went in. Without her business clothes she look devastatingly sexy. She walked up and embraced him tightly. Her arms reaching up around his neck, while his face burrowed into her neck and shoulder. He kissed and nibbled her clavicle and ear, she moaned and leaned into him as her left leg left the floor and wrapped around his leg. Joe spun her around and held her from behind, continuing to kiss her neck on both sides. Her ass arched into his bulging package. He pulled the tie on her robe and opened it. They were now standing in front of the rooms dressing mirror. He pulled the robe down over her shoulders slowly revealing her cleavage and bare shoulders. He followed behind the satin with his mouth, kissing each new inch of bare skin that revealed itself. Finally , agonizingly, he let the robe fall the floor. This allowed him, as he stood behind her, to look at her for the first time fully unclothed in the mirror. She was beautiful! As close to perfect as he'd ever seen in person, and he told her so in her ear. Her head fell back on his chest as he ran his hands over her breast and stomach, stopping short of her pubic area. He did this several times until she finally accused him of being a tease. "Look how beautiful you are!" he whispered in her ear. She turned in his arms and began to open his shirt. She pulled it out of the top of his pants and soon it joined the robe on the floor. Joe backed her to the end of the bed and gently pushed her down on it. He moved her a little further up on the king size bed and separated her legs by pushing her knees apart. Her pussy glistened in the low light. Her eyes were at half mast in anticipating his next move. He fell forward and found his mouth inches from her steaming box. He forced his shoulders up under her knees and lowered his mouth slowly to her pussy and gently, almost barely touching it, flicked his tongue over her clit. The first touch of his tongue sent tremors of pleasure through Trish's body. He felt her hands touch each side of his face, directing his mouth towards another pass over her warm, soaking pussy. Joe reached up and placed a hand on each breast, crushing her nipples in the palms of his hands. She started to strafe his mouth with her vaginal lips. She was moaning steadily now. Joe was almost taken by surprised by how responsive she was. He found it completely arousing, listening to her as she approached her orgasm. She grabbed onto his hair and pulled him harder into her.
"Joe...Joey...Oh Joey...yes, yes...now, now....Joey.....oh god joe, I'm cuming, I'm cumng so hard my Joey!"
Her body stiffened and her legs began to quiver.
"Hold it Sweety, hold it, fight it back, don't you dare cum!" Joe muffled to her, while never relenting his assault on her clit and lips.
Her ass was now lifted off the mattress, as she continued to smash her pussy into his face. Suddenly, her ass fell back to the mattress and she pulled her knees up toward her chest. A deep growl, that seem to start in her chest, signaled that she could no longer prevent herself from cuming. At that moment, Joe inserted two fingers into her love hole and hooked them upwards. Trish seemed to freeze in place, and then started to convulse, her body undulating from shoulders to knees. She moaned loudly, and kicked her legs out and from side to side. She ran her fingers through her own hair. Joe held onto her, as best he could, in place and never took his tongue from her vagina. Finally, he released his grip on her vagina, but just long enough for her to gain some kind of control of herself. When he felt she was back, he started the attack over again. She led out a high pitched squeal, but put her hands back in his hair and rode his mouth. He could tell her second orgasm was not that far away. He started and stopped several times, bringing her to the edge and then backing down. She feigned her frustration, but responded with each start with a heightened, anxious movement. Joe was caught off guard with the swiftness, and the forcefulness of her second orgasm. It seemed to make her sink into the mattress.
"Oh Jesus Christ Joe! Oh no...oh Joe!"
"That's two Sweety, how many do you have in you tonight?" He laughingly asked.
He repeated the exercise two more times, each ending in a bone jarring orgasm for her.
"Please, no more. I can't take another one." She tried to push his face away and swing her leg over his head to protect her pussy. Joe, with a practiced move, blocked her, and continued to block her until she gave up and let her leg fall back to the mattress. Joe stood up and took his pants off, throwing them on the now growing pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Trish rolled on to her side, almost in a fetal position. Joe gently pulled her legs by the ankles toward the end of the bed, and rolled her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up towards him. She lifted herself up on her hands, she knew what was coming. Trish backed her ass toward Joe, who was standing at the end of the bed, until she felt his stiff prick start to nestle between her ass cheeks. She reached under and pulled his cock towards and into her soaking wet opening. Joe entered her slowly, painfully slow. Trish tried to force the issue and pushed hard backwards but he had grabbed her hips and stopped her momentum. Finally he was in up to the hilt and began to withdraw just as slow. Trish was moaning again, and trying to catch her breath. She could feel his fullness entering her, causing her to forget how to breathe. With each ensuing stroke, Joe increased the speed, until he was pounding her hard. His balls were slapping against her still wet pussy. Each inward stroke would cause to moan loudly.
"Harder, Joey, please fuck me harder...harder" Each word being cut off by the impact of Joe's body into hers. Again, he knew this wasn't going to last long, he reached up and raked her smooth back with his finger tips. This made her elbows collapse and her face was now buried into the mattress. Joe now smacked the cheek of her ass, and she immediately regained the strength to hold herself up on her hands in true doggy style. Her body convulsed as Joe slammed her harder and harder.
"Trish, Sweety, you're making me cum", Joe muttered. "You're making me cum! Ahhhhhhh......shit!"
Joe pulled out of Trish and began to jerk himself off onto her back. He growled as he his dick pulsed repeatedly, dumping his ejaculate onto the small of her back . She moaned as she felt the warm fluid coat her. When he finished, he replace his still hard cock back inside her, and continued to stroke in and out, but with a less intense movement. Finally, with his cock softening, he pulled out of her. She fell forward and pulled herself up to the pillows and got under the top sheet and patted the mattress next to her. Joe climbed in and lay on his back. Trish moved toward him and nestled her head into his arm and chest. She gently ran her fingers over his hairy chest.
It had been a while since Joe felt such intensity in himself or a partner.
"What now?" He asked Trish.
"Now? Now we sleep naked and in the morning we go to work, and I'll expect you to take me to dinner tomorrow night. So you better leave early, go get a change of clothes, and another one for the next day because you'll be sleeping here tomorrow night too."
"I am, huh?"
"Yes Sir, you are. Now shut your pie hole and go to sleep!" She said, as she reached to turn the lamp off that sat on the night table.
He lay there in the dark, feeling her fingertips on him, listening to her breathing deepening, until her hand stopped moving. She had nodded off, and he wasn't that far behind.
"I'm going to have to thank Vince for letting me do him this favor!" He could feel the weight of his own sleep approaching. His eyes grew heavier and heavier.
She woke him up at five. They made love once more and he left the hotel and retrieved his car to drive back to his apartment in Brooklyn. It would only take fifteen minutes at this time of the morning. He showered and dressed. He grabbed his gym bag, that he barely used, and put a clean pair of underwear, a pair of dockers, socks, a golf shirt, and bathroom shit in it. The whole time he thought of nothing but Trish. He got back down to his car and started it for the ten minute drive to work. His cell phone rang, it had an unfamiliar number on it.
"Hiya Stud! Just called to tell you that I'm feeling like Italian tonight."
"How'd you get my cell number, my little rebel vixen?"
"Well, let me put it this way, your friend Vince? He ain't liking you much, right now!"
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