“There wasonelast thing,” I said, reaching into my pocket. I pulled out a jewelry box, popped it open and showed the earrings to her. “I want you to have these. I got these for you when we were in Montreal.”
“Oh—Hunter—um,” Honor stammered. “Wow.”
“Do you like them? They're sapphires. I thought they were the same exact color as your eyes.”
“Really? You're right! That's so sweet of you to think that.” Honor said quietly. “And they're so pretty, Hunter. But …wow.I don't know.”
“What? You don't like them?”
“No—I do! I'm just afraid you'll think I'm after your money if I take these …”
“Iknowyou're not, sweetheart. Please, I want you to have them.”
“Well. I guess, if youhaveto twist my arm.” She took out her old earrings and put in the sapphires. “Well?”
“Beautiful. A perfect match.”
Honor stamped the flat of her hands into my chest and shoved, pushing me backwards into the sofa.
“Whoa!” I fell into the cushions with a laugh.
Honor leaped into my lap and pressed her wet, juicy lips against mine with kisses so demanding, I almost couldn't keep up. She found my manhood, already thickening in my trousers, and started to rub me.
“Oh my God,” I panted, my dick throbbing in her tiny hands.
Honor stripped my trousers off, cast them aside, and knelt on the floor between my thighs. She kept her beautiful eyes on mine—same color as those sparkling sapphires—as she taunted me with her tongue, dragging it up and down my shaft until I wasbeggingfor her mouth.
And, finally, she gave it to me. She wrapped her lips tight around my head and pushed.
“Oh myGod!” I groaned as I finally plunged into the sweet, sweltering suction of her mouth.
***
Honor made short work of me.
After she swallowed my seed, she licked her lips and declared that now, after having something salty, she needed somethingsweet.I laughed and put in an order for dessert with room service.
We ate tiramisu and chatted about life while the sky got darker and downtown Denver began to glow. It got later, but I still didn't want her to go. I asked her to stay the night with me, and she agreed.
With the curtains drawn open, moonlight shone on Honor as she made love to me. I laid on my back, watching and enjoying the show. Her whole body moved as she rode me in cowgirl. Her head and hair whipping about, her hips gyrating, her hands covering her nipples as if to be polite.
God damn.
I flipped her over, knocked her hands off those perfect nipples and sucked her little rose buds until they stood erect. And, pushing my cock between her moist folds, I fucked her. Hard, fast, raw, dirty.
With my cock buried inside her, I lost track of time. We tried out every position, some more than once, twice, three times. No matter what, each position wasbadlyneeded, a new way to indulge in the pleasures of each other's flesh.
We fucked fast, we fucked slow; sometimes sweet, sometimes not. Sometimes we made love, sometimes we fucked like animals. The only thing that stayed the same was that wecould not get enoughof each other. For hours.
When the bed sheets were soaked with sweat and cum, and we were too exhausted to fuck any more … Honor rolled off me and collapsed at my side.
***
Honor was fast asleep with her head laid on my chest. The rise and fall of her breath was comforting. So too was the softness of her bare skin against my finger-tips. And her sweet smell. And the soft, sleekness of her hair as it cascaded down my pecs and arms.
Yet I couldn't sleep. I turned the TV on and flipped through some channels. The channel numbers went higher and higher, and I knew the hockey network was nearing.
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