Ritz Weekend Rendezvous

The rain hammered against the panoramic windows of The Ritz-Carlton, mirroring the frantic drumming in my chest. Just a weekend. That’s all it took for Lewis to break his cardinal rule – a weekend away from his hunting grounds, a weekend away from his rugged, stoic life. It was his birthday, and I’d managed to convince him this luxurious escape was a necessity, not a deviation. Now, as we sat in our corner room, surrounded by an absurd abundance of fruit, chocolates, and chilled beer, I felt a delicious tremor of anticipation. The drive had been brutal, but the thought of what awaited us back here, in this opulent sanctuary, was more than enough to erase the aches and pains.

He’d just finished a hot shower, the steam clinging to his broad shoulders, and I watched him with an intensity that bordered on obsession. My mind, already buzzing with lust, began to race, constructing elaborate fantasies of the pleasure we were about to share. The way he moved, the scent of his aftershave, the sheer power radiating from his body – it was an intoxicating mix that threatened to overwhelm me. I envisioned the slow, deliberate kisses, the gentle exploration of every inch of his skin, the exquisite torture of teasing him until he begged for release.

As he turned to face me, his eyes filled with a possessive heat, my resolve crumbled. There was no time for planning, no need for inhibitions. The desire was too strong, too primal. Without a word, I launched myself at him, a wave of pure, unadulterated need.

He didn't even react, simply meeting my momentum with a solid, welcoming push. My hands immediately found their way to his cock, tracing its length, feeling its tautness, savoring the promise of what was to come. The first suck and lick was tentative, exploratory, but it quickly escalated into a frenzied assault of pleasure. I plunged my mouth deep, drawing a low moan from his throat, and began to systematically work my way across its surface. I used my tongue to tease the sensitive head, wrapping it around the base, pulling it taut, and then releasing it with a slow, deliberate caress. The heat built with each passing second, a volcanic eruption within my own body.

Meanwhile, Lewis, with an almost unnerving efficiency, moved towards my clitoris. He gently stroked it with the pads of his fingers, finding the precise angle, the perfect pressure. It was exquisite, a slow burn that intensified with every movement. As his touch deepened, I arched my hips, pulling him closer, craving his heat, his power, his dominance. The air in the room grew thick with anticipation, charged with the unspoken promise of an unforgettable encounter.

Finally, abandoning any pretense of restraint, I grabbed one of the small, plush toys I’d noticed earlier. It was a vibrant pink silicone that I’d always found particularly stimulating. I thrust it into his hand, watching as he held it reverently, a slow smile spreading across his face. As he began to caress my clitoris with the toy, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me, so powerful it threatened to drown me in sensation. The vibrations, the texture, the sheer intimacy of the moment – it was overwhelming, almost too much to bear.

“Oooooh baby,” I gasped, my voice raw with pleasure, “I’m about to explode, oh yes, feels so good, I’m so wet, so hot, so horny, don’t stop baby, don’t stop!”

Lewis abruptly paused, his eyes dark with a sudden intensity. “We need a little more action,” he said, his voice low and husky.

My heart pounded in my chest. It wasn’t a refusal, not exactly, but a challenge, an invitation to push the boundaries even further. “No he didn’t,” I thought, “didn’t I just say, ‘DON’T STOP!’…” But the thought was interrupted by the feeling of his fingers gliding across my body, exploring every inch of my skin. The touch was deliberate, insistent, a silent command that left me breathless. I let out a strangled moan, unable to resist the pull of his desire.

As we moved towards the bed, I felt a surge of adrenaline, a primal instinct taking over. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in, as I focused solely on the pleasure that awaited us. He flipped me onto my back, his muscular body pressing against mine, trapping me in a delicious, inescapable embrace. It was then that he began his assault, a relentless, captivating display of dominance.

He licked, lapped, sucked, slurped, blew, kissed, ate – each movement a deliberate act of pleasure and control. He used his hands to tease my G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure, drawing out moans of exquisite agony. The world dissolved around me, reduced to the sensation of his touch, the rhythm of his breathing, the heat of his body. “Lions, tigers, and Lewis, oh my!” I thought, lost in the depths of my own pleasure.

“Ooooooh baby,” I cried, my voice barely a whisper, “I’m about to explode, oh yes, feels so good, I’m so wet, so hot, so horny, don’t stop baby, don’t stop!”

Lewis abruptly stopped in mid-lick, his eyes filled with a playful challenge. “We need a little more action,” he repeated, his voice dripping with anticipation.

“No he didn’t,” I thought, “didn’t I just say, ‘DON’T STOP!’…” But before I could protest, he lunged forward, claiming me in a swift, decisive move. It was a blur of motion, a desperate attempt to satiate his needs, and I found myself completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

His touch was relentless, demanding, a forceful exploration of every inch of my body. He pounded my pussy with a rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. I met every thrust with a desperate plea for mercy, but there was no escape from the overwhelming pleasure.

As the first wave of pleasure began to subside, I felt the familiar heat building within me, a second wave of anticipation threatening to consume me entirely. "Baby, I'm about to cum, oooooh I'm about to cum," I moaned, my voice laced with urgency. The electrical waves surged through my body, my toes curled involuntarily, my muscles stiffened as I braced myself for the inevitable release. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssssssssssssss" That was an orgasm out of this world, a primal scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

As my body calmed down, and my legs regained feeling, I looked up to find Lewis admiring my afterglow, his eyes filled with an expression of deep satisfaction. But I knew he wasn’t finished. The way he stroked his cock was enough to ignite the embers of desire once more. He kissed me sweetly, gently, then passionately, aggressively, pulling me closer, closer, closer. Suddenly, he pulled me to the side of the bed, throwing my legs up and entering me so swiftly it made my head swim. It was a whirlwind of sensation, a frantic assault of pleasure that left me gasping for air.

He was so hot and hard, seemingly growing bigger with every stroke, hammering my pussy with an unrelenting force. I met every hit on point, lost in the depths of my own pleasure, completely surrendering to the moment. I knew when he was near, his body stiffening, arms like bricks, face with so much love, lust, and desire. “Oooooooh baby, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation. “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh-ooooohhhhhhhhh”

I could feel his love entering me, squirt after squirt, filling me to capacity, pushing me beyond the limits of my own endurance. As the final spasm subsided, I collapsed on top of him, heart to heart beating, lost in the aftermath of our shared pleasure.

“I love you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with exhaustion.

“I love you more,” he replied, his arms tightening around me, pulling me closer still.

As we lay entangled in the opulent bedding, the rain continued to fall outside, a soft, soothing soundtrack to our shared intimacy. I thought about our weekend away, the delicious food, the luxurious hotel, but all of it paled in comparison to the intensity of what we’d just experienced. We knew, without needing to say it, that more of what just happened was just on the horizon, waiting to be unleashed. The thought alone sent shivers of anticipation down my spine.

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