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  Her hand was over her mouth; I’m pretty sure she was biting down on it to keep her moans at bay. As she reached her climax, a visible shudder went through her whole body. A pulse of want for her went through me as I imagined how wet she would be, how ready. My cock was bulging in my pants, determined to escape.

  As Robin hit her climax, I turned the vibrations off. I waited a moment to watch her coast back down, her shoulders slumping, and then I slipped out of the room. It wouldn’t do to get caught now.

  I hurry away from the conference rooms and duck into a bathroom. I go to the sinks and look in the mirror, checking my erection isn’t visible. I pull at my jacket and conceal it. I wash my hands and leave the bathroom and head for reception.

  The young blonde girl behind the desk smiles at me as I approach.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Blake. Is everything alright?” she asks.

  “Yes,” I say. “But I need a favor. A subtle one.”

  She nods and leans in closer so I can whisper to her. I love that these kinds of hotels will go the extra mile for their guests. They know how to keep their money-bag customers happy.

  “That conference,” I say, pointing in the direction of the conference rooms, “when it’s due to end, I want you to put out an announcement. There’s a woman there that I’d like you to send up to my suite, but she can’t know who I am. I need you to tell her my name is Colin Forest.”

  She straightens back up and nods, but for the tiniest second, her professional smile slips. I realize then that it makes me sound like I’m trying to lure a stranger into my room under a false name.

  “Her name is Robin Blake,” I tell her.

  She nods curtly and writes it down. She obviously hasn’t made the connection. I know she’ll still carry out my request, and my business is really none of hers, but I don’t want her to think she’s sending someone up to some sort of predator. I grin at her.

  “Robin is my wife. She has no idea I’m here. I wanted to surprise her for Valentine’s Day as she got roped into this conference at the last minute.”

  The receptionist finally makes the connection and her smile changes from cool and professional to genuine.

  “Oh, that’s so romantic, Mr. Blake. Your wife will be so happy.”

  “I sure hope so.” I smile. “Thank you.”

  I hurry toward the elevators and go back up to my suite. I call down to room service and order strawberries and champagne. They arrive quickly, the champagne open and on ice. There is a huge pile of strawberries.

  I go through to the bedroom and take my suit off. I really want to jerk off, the thought of Robin’s public show still fresh in my mind, but I decide to wait. I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and go to the lounge. I take the room service cart over to the dining area, and then I go back and sit on the couch. It’s going to be a long and agonizing wait for Robin, even though I know there’s only another half hour or so until the end of the conference.

  ***

  Over an hour has passed when a knock comes at my door. It felt like an eternity. I should have known Robin wouldn’t come straight up. There would be people she would have wanted to say a last few words to at the end of the conference, and thinking Colin was waiting for her wouldn’t have pushed her any faster. She’d just landed one of the most lucrative clients the firm had ever seen. Her boss wasn’t exactly going to ruin the celebration by yelling at her for making him wait half an hour.

  I walk to the door, my stomach swirling with excitement at the thought of her standing on the other side. I have seen her today, of course, but it has been too long since I have been able to touch her, to hold her in my arms. I don’t just need her. I crave her.

  I pull the door open.

  “Surprise,” I say with a grin. “Happy—”

  She cuts me off by leaping into my arms and planting her mouth over mine. She wraps her arms around my waist and kisses me deeply, pressing her body against mine. I kiss her back, pushing my hands into her hair. I can taste her, smell the scent of her perfume and the saltiness of her skin. We kiss right there in the hallway for a long time. Finally, she pulls her mouth back from mine, her arms still around me.

  “—Valentine’s Day,” I finish with a grin.

  “I can’t believe you’re here,” she says, smiling up at me. “How long have you been … Wait. You were here all day, weren’t you? You were watching me. I knew it.”

  She slaps me playfully on the arm.

  “How could you tease me like that instead of marching me straight up here?”

  “Oh, believe me, it tortured me as much as it did you.” I laugh.

  I step out of her embrace and scoop her up into my arms. She laughs in delight.

  “Mrs. Blake, would you do me the honor of being my Valentine?” I ask.

  She laughs. “You’re so corny, but yes.”

  “I’m not corny. I’m romantic.” I grin as I carry her into the suite and kick the door closed behind us.

  She rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t argue with me. I carry her to the dining table and sit her on a chair. I pour us each a glass of champagne. I hand her one and raise my glass.

  “To you, my love,” I say.

  She shakes her head.

  “No. To us.”

  We clink our glasses and sip the champagne.

  “Now who’s corny?” I grin.

  She just shakes her head.

  “I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” I say.

  I walk away. I go to the master bedroom and pick up the black box. I switch Robin’s panties back on and switch them up a notch. I go back to the dining room.

  “Oh, you liar,” she says.

  I turn them up another notch.

  “Sorry, did you say something?” I ask with fake innocence.

  She opens her mouth and thinks better of it and closes it again. I go to the table and sit down beside her. I pick up a strawberry and dip it in my champagne. I hold it out to Robin. She bites it and chews.

  “Delicious,” she says.

  I feed her the rest of the strawberry. She feeds me one. The sweet taste and the bubbles light my mouth up, and I need to taste her. I lean across and kiss her. As we kiss, I turn her vibrations up another notch, and her breath catches. I nibble on her bottom lip.

  I stand up and pull her to her feet and turn her around. I pull the zipper of her dress down and push it down her arms. I pull her back against me, her dress hanging around her waist. I kiss her shoulder and her neck. She rests the back of her head on my shoulder. I dip another strawberry in the champagne and hold it out to her. She bites it. As she’s chewing it, I unhook her bra and throw it to one side. I feed her the rest of the strawberry. I run my hands over her stomach and up to her breasts. I take one in each hand, kneading them. I pinch her nipples, and she moans. She swallows the strawberry, and I run my tongue down her neck as I work her nipples.

  She reaches behind her and pushes her hand into my shorts, grasping my cock firmly. She begins to jerk me off. Her cool hand feels amazing on my burning skin, and I moan into her ear. She speeds up a little. I reach behind me and turn up her vibrations as I work on her nipples, one after the other, with my other hand.

  When I know I’m reaching the point of no return, I gently pull her hand out of my shorts. I push her dress over her hips, and it falls to the floor. She kicks it away. I kiss her neck again, and then I move to stand in front of her. She’s wearing only the panties and a pair of high heels, and she looks fucking stunning. I want to devour her, to eat her, to touch every inch of her.

  I pick up the black box and move to a chair and sit down. I beckon to her, and she comes to stand before me. I run my fingers down her breastbone and over her belly. Her chest heaves as she stands watching me. Her eyes are full of lust. A lust I can feel deep within myself as well.

  I turn her vibrations up and watch her throw her head back and moan. Sweat coats her skin, and she’s glowing. Her chest is still pink from my touch and from the extra blood pumping through he
r as her orgasm starts to build.

  I reach out for her hand and pull her to me. She sits on my lap, one leg on either side of me. I press myself against her, feeling the vibrations that are driving her to the edge pulsating through my cock. It’s a strange sensation, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s ticklish and teasing, and it makes me want more. I have a newfound appreciation for how I have made her feel all day.

  I look her straight in the eye and turn the speed up. She grinds herself against me. This time, she isn’t looking to ease the pressure, she’s looking to come and come hard. I pull her toward me and put my arms around her waist. I suck her right breast into my mouth. She gasps as I flick my tongue over her nipple.

  I turn the vibrations up again. I can feel a ripple of pulsing euphoria flooding through my body as she thrusts her hips. I nibble on her nipple, and it jumps to attention. I suck it hard and she arches her back.

  I release it and pull her other breast into my mouth. She rocks harder. I can tell by the way she’s breathing that she’s close now. Her hands come up, and she pushes them into my hair as I suck on her. I bite down on her nipple, and she gasps, pulling my hair. My scalp stings but I don’t let her pull my head away. I clamp my teeth harder on her nipple, and when she pulls my hair again, it only heightens the sensation she’s feeling as I refuse to let go of her nipple.

  She whimpers my name as I turn the panties up to their top speed. She’s writhing around now, desperate for release as she coasts toward her orgasm. I wait another couple of seconds until I know she’s about to tumble over the edge, and then I turn the panties off.

  She slumps in my arms.

  “God, Denton; no. I have to come,” she says quietly.

  Oh, you’ll come alright.

  I release her nipple and move a hand around to the front of her body. I push it into the panties and press two fingers against her wet and swollen clit. I massage it hard and fast, and within seconds, she hits her climax. She screams my name as she comes hard. A rush of warm wetness soaks into my shorts through the panties.

  She flops against me. Her hands aren’t in my hair anymore. They’re wrapped loosely around my neck. Her face is on my shoulder as she gasps to get her breath back. I cup her ass in my hands and stand up, holding her against my chest.

  I walk her toward the master bedroom. This is far from over. In fact, we’ve only just begun.

  My insides are a clenched and pulsing mess as Denton carries me to the bedroom. I feel like I have turned to jelly. My clit feels battered, bruised. I want more, I need more, but I don’t know if I can take it. I have been pushed over the edge so many times in the last few days. I am exhausted, but the thought of not having Denton fuck me right now leaves me feeling empty. I can take it.

  He sets me down on the edge of the bed, and even in my current state, I can’t help but gasp in joy when I see the four-poster bed. Denton smiles at me.

  “You like it?”

  I run my fingers along the satiny material that is draped across the posts.

  “I love it,” I reply.

  He smiles again. He stands before me and watches me intently for a moment. He takes a step back and peels his T-shirt off. The sight of his ripped abs sends a rush of desire through me. My clit pulses, and I suck in a breath. I need to feel him inside of me right now.

  He regards me with seeming amusement for a moment and then his face turns serious.

  “Are you ready for this, Robin? Because once I start, I won’t stop until you’ve come so many times you’re begging for a reprieve. And you still won’t get one.”

  His voice is low, dangerous. It sends a pulse through me. I nod my head.

  “I’m ready,” I say.

  I’m not entirely sure that’s true, but I want him so badly. I have to have him.

  He pushes the shorts down and steps out of them, releasing his hard cock. I feel a rush of wetness between my legs at the sight of it as I think of the magic he can do with it, how he can make me feel like I’m flying and floating and dying all at once.

  I reach out for him, and he steps closer. He leans down and kisses me. His kiss is rough, and my lips sting slightly as he crushes them with his. His tongue probes into my mouth, filling it, claiming it once more as his. He pushes his hands into my hair and presses my lips tighter against his.

  I wrap my arms around him, clenching his ass cheeks, kneading them. He gives my hair a sharp tug, forcing my head back, pulling my mouth away from his. He holds me in this position as he kisses down my neck, biting and tugging at the skin. He is waking up every nerve in me, bringing them all to life at once, and every part of my body feels him, craves him.

  He runs his tongue from the base of my neck, up my throat, and over my chin. He releases my hair and shoves me roughly back. I fall onto my back, and he gets to his knees. He grabs my knees, pushing them apart and moving between them.

  I raise my head and watch him as he blows on my slit. It feels amazing, the cold air meeting my feverish skin. He looks up and catches my eye. His eyes hold mine, and I can see the lust in his eyes. It’s a dangerous lust, a lust that tells me he’s going to take me somewhere I’ve never been before. That look alone brings a flood of liquid from me as my pussy clenches in anticipation of his touch.

  He doesn’t hold back. He buries his face in my slit, pushing his tongue straight up my pussy. He reaches up with one hand and roughly works my clit. It responds to his touch as swollen as it is. It is painful and amazing all at the same time. With each thrust of his tongue, he presses my clit. Each press brings forth a burst of pain that makes me screw my face up, and each burst of pain brings an electric pulse that I feel low in my stomach.

  He doesn’t start slowly and build it up, and he doesn’t stop me from climaxing. He brings my climax on hard and heavy and immediate. I come hard, my muscles contracting. I can feel it in my pussy, my stomach, everywhere. I cry out as I am seized by the agonizing delight.

  He doesn’t stop. Even as I climax, I feel him working me, pounding his tongue into me and squeezing my clit. It’s so intense. I need him to stop. I need him to never stop. I can hardly breathe; I’m just snatching in little gasps of air where I can.

  My climax begins to fade, and I relax slightly, sucking in a big gasp of air. The reprieve is barely for a second before the next orgasm grips me. Denton works me, pushing me further, bringing the next climax on before I’ve even begun to recover from the last one. I screw my eyes tightly shut. The insides of my eyelids are red, the color of danger and fire, and I float through the fire. It burns me, and it brings me to life.

  He pulls his tongue out of me, and I think it’s over. I am relieved, but I want him more. I am sated and yet on the edge of needing more. It’s not over. It’s not even close to over. His fingers move from my clit and are replaced by the roughness of his tongue. It’s soothing, and I take in a breath, enjoying the lapping movements his tongue makes as he drinks me in.

  His fingers touch the edge of my pussy, and I tense up, waiting for the penetration, the fire. He doesn’t enter me. He leaves his fingers on the edge of my opening as his tongue works my clit. Another wave of pleasure floods me, and the intense orgasm takes me by surprise. I didn’t think I had anything left to give.

  As I hit the very peak of the orgasm, he pushes his fingers inside of me, forcing my clenching muscles to open for him. I grip the duvet cover with both hands, twisting it as my body goes rigid. I can feel my tendons screaming, stretched to their very limits. My lungs burn as I struggle to gasp in a breath that just won’t come. My eyes roll in their sockets through their sea of red.

  The red goes black as I lose consciousness for a second and then the red is back. Ripples of pleasure course through my whole body, ripping a scream from my dry throat as I manage to suck in a breath. It’s agonizing and delicious. I need it to stop. I never want it to end.

  Denton pulls his tongue away from my clit and licks down my lips, lapping up my juices. His fingers move inside me, but slowly now, less intense.
The orgasm recedes, and I can breathe again. I pant in huge, ragged gasps that sting my throat. My muscles are jelly. I can’t move. I can only lie here and recover from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

  Denton hits my G-spot, and I feel another wave flood me. My muscles tighten and release, tighten and release. I feel the familiar feeling low in my stomach that makes me want to pee. He presses again, and I fight with everything I have to hold my pee in. The feeling passes, and I relax again.

  He pushes another finger into me, and I feel my pussy stretching for him, inviting him in. It stings slightly as he moves his fingers inside of me, opening them and forcing me further open. I make a noise that’s part sigh, part whimper.

  He moves his tongue back to my clit. I shake my head.

  “No, no, no,” I whisper.

  He moves his head away, and his fingers stop moving. I feel him lift his head up, and I force myself to lift my head from the bed and meet his eye. The question is clear. Do I need him to stop or is the no an involuntary reaction?

  “Don’t stop,” I whisper.

  He looks at me a moment longer.

  “Please don’t stop,” I beg.

  He pushes his head back between my legs, and his tongue is back on my clit. I am at once relieved and on edge again. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I cry out, the pain and the pleasure mingling to create a delicious sensation that sends me straight back to the edge.

  As the waves of orgasm seize me once more, he bites down on my clit, and the pain pushes me straight back over. I feel like I’ve lost my mind. Like I am just a pleasure center. My orgasm explodes through me, ripping through my pussy, through my stomach.

  My mouth is open, a silent scream coming from me. My back arches, my spine locking. My muscles seize, and I am rigid, only my ass and the top of my head touching the bed. I am frozen in flight, my mind soaring above my body, and for a second, I see myself. My agonized expression, my battered body. And then I’m back, and I’m coming, oh my God, I’m coming hard.