Chapter 22 Very Early or Very Late
He waited for her outside the club quietly enjoying the cold night air, facing the door took her in his arms and kissed her. They head up the street, he walked into the Hyatt. They take the elevator up. Nadrea wondered if he had planned this all along. It stopped at the top at Concierge Level and Vincent proceeded to his suite. Not certain what to expect from the night, he had checked in on his way to the club. When they opened the door the dining area in the suite to the left of the couches was set up with stacks of serving trays, pancakes and eggs, fruit and cheeses. He had arranged to have the waitress from the club call ahead and tell them to prepare his pre-placed order when he started his good byes. As the door closed behind them Nadrea kissed him, their coats falling to the floor, his shirt tucked into his pocket. While he loosened her corset, he kissed her again and moved to the dining area. “Pancakes!” he exclaimed removing the lids from a variety of plates and scouring the over filled table looking for butter.
“They most definitely are not!” Nadrea said having removed her top and standing at the end of the hall way I her skirt and heels. Vincent would have to wait to eat, this time Nadrea wouldn’t be ignored, coming across and sitting on the floor in front of him. “Since you liked this from that little whore earlier,” she said sitting as his feet and untying and removing his boots. Vincent couldn’t help himself and had torn a piece of the pancake off and was dipping it into the syrup. Nadrea noticing his distraction decided to feed him. “Go wash you hands, take your time. You can eat when you get back.” While Vincent was gone she buttered the pancakes, cut them into bite sized pieces drowned each piece in syrup and removing her skirt, laid immodestly on the coffee table in nothing but heels and strategically placed bite sized pieces of pancakes. Upon his return Vincent thought to himself perhaps the night might not be so bad after all.
“If you’re going to use your mouth it might as well be for something useful” Nadrea said confidently. “Make sure I’m not sticky when you’re done.”
Vincent laughed his hearty laugh. “Don’t worry, I’m starving.” Breakfast began as he used his mouth to gently remove each piece, getting every morsel and drop of syrup before moving to the next. He moved from her thighs up, delighting her over and over again with the calculated soft tactile sensation from his tongue, his teeth biting her skin gently, licking deliberately and sucking playfully, Nadrea was not writhing in the external pleasure of the music and the movement and the lights, but in the release of her own lust and the pleasure of her own sensations. While pleasurable, he was not in any hurry, taking his time to enjoy every spot that had been covered. After the last had been cared for he looked at her deep dark eyes and said “Now it’s time for a drink.” Moving away from her and finding a bottle of milk on ice at the far end of the dining room table. She fantasized about how he would use it. Would he drink it off her while it poured down her skin, would he puddle it in her navel and lap it up with his tongue? Or would he find a far more nefarious place to put it. But in true Vincent fashion, he took the first drink straight from the container, pausing she wondered if he even remembered she was there or had he already discarded her like a used plate for someone else to deal with once out of his sight? A second time he raised the bottle to his mouth taking large gulp after large gulp until the bottle was half empty. Finally he moved toward Nadrea with the bottle still in hand, allowing the ice cold drops of water on the outside to fall randomly over her body, tracing the outside of her thighs with cold surface of the bottle, then slowly up the inside of her calves above her knees to her inner thighs and beyond. The cold of the bottle created a stark contrast to the heated flush of her skin. Moaning in delight while trying not move away from the cold, her mind still raced.
“Fuck me” she whispered into his ear as the bottle passed across her already erect nipples.
“I will, but we’re just starting” he responded touching her in ways she was most certain she had never been touched before. For a man of such strength and a cold look, he was gentle but not in an unmanly way, his very fingers on her skin conveyed a knowing erotic sense. Time continued to pass as her pleasure crested and fell only to crest again shortly. He was selfless in his attention to her, but she couldn’t wait any longer as she made her advances toward his still leather clad lower portions. Things can be deceiving and soon for Nadrea was to be her moment of truth, could what she experienced so far even begin to live up to her expectation of him that were yet to be realized.
“I get complaints all the time.” He said as he looked into her eyes while she unbuckled his belt. Her heart dropped, that explained his deliberate patience, his satisfying her over and over without concern for himself. He was over compensating. And as she undid his zipper she couldn’t help but look in amazement as it kept growing right in front of her. “Complaints?” she questioned his dick still not fully exposed.
“Too fucking big.” he said with a laugh, he was kidding. Playing, and being that annoying jerk.
“Hurt me, I want you to hurt me however you want.” It was Nadrea lost in his eyes not someone lost in her.
“I will” and with that he took her using every inch of her already exhausted body for his pleasure. A few minutes later while talking lost deep in the passion “I want you to hurt me” she said again Vincent pushing deeper and harder, their bodies drenched in sweat Nadrea screaming with delight as she was filled over and over again with rougher and rougher thrusts in steady intensifying rhythm. She moved to stand in front of him much like Susan the night before at the bar, leaning back pressing her back side into him “I like it dirty.” She said while reaching back and stoking him. “I like it dirty and I like it very rough.” Vincent was silent as he took her again right where she stood until both were complete and exhausted.
“I can’t stay” she said lying next to him after catching her breath.
“I know.” He responded. “Daddy might miss you and the library is about to open.” “Asshole!” she said with a laugh and a smile.
“What you thought that would change if you fucked me?” Vincent jousted back.
Nadrea got up to get dressed. The latex pants looked like more of a challenge than she cared to admit.
“I’ve got shorts in the bag over there.” he offered. Nadrea begrudgingly accepted. She readied herself and called down to make sure a cab would be waiting, at that hour of the night most of the time they were not. Vincent gave her a piece of paper with his cell number on it. And good byes were said. As she left, he placed the do not disturb sign on the door. Turned the TV on to ESPN, drew the shades and after his fourth shower in just under twenty four hours arranged for a late check out and a wake up call before falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV.
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