its the 8th chapter of a piece called Love Notes which is available on a blog called storytime trysts. its well worth checking out so here we go...
Love Notes - Chapter 8
Rob laid on a bed of white cotton, curled up with his new found lover watching her sleep. The room was small but the fact that it was a suite made up for that. He rolled over carefully to avoid waking her and saw that it was five thirty in the morning. Yawning, he searched for the source of the vibrating noise that had awakened him. He eventually, by touch, managed to reach his phone; unlocking it he saw it was work. “Bollocks” he swore and checked the message; “Taylor, the package from the yanks came in today, pick up and deliver asap. DV.” He slowly rolled out of the bed and gently kissed his sleeping partner.
Grabbing the pad from under the phone he scrawled a note for her. From the adjoining living room area he phoned room service and arranged for a simple breakfast to be delivered to her for around nine thirty; a kir royale, a light croissant, and a Viennese pastry with a single red rose. He stepped into the shower closing the door quietly as not to wake her. He turned the shower to a high heat, and sliding off his silk pyjama bottoms, he stepped in, swearing softly at the change from cold to scorching heat.
In the shower, his mind, freed of distraction, worried on an issue that was bound to come up sooner or later. It was Stephanie that caused the issue. She was funny, smart, sexy - definitely sexy. He smiled and slipped into a memory of the night before. She was naked on the bed he’d crawled out of at 3am to go relieve himself, leaving her asleep in a tangle of sheets and duvet. He crept back in, using skills picked up over the years, and managed to slip back into the bed undetected. She rolled over onto him, her mouth seeking him, his tongue penetrating her mouth and sucking the air from her lungs. By default now his hand found her sex and she was ready for him, stroking her clit he devoured her throat with kisses. She moaned into him, her heart pounding, and all he could focus on was the hand wrapped around his cock.
All thoughts of a shower forgotten now he gripped himself with his left hand, his right hand supporting himself against the wall, his calloused hand sliding up and over his soap coated cock. Gripping tight and rough losing himself in the moment of his memories, eyes glazed over with lust small grunts escaping his lips.
She pumped her hand along his hardness and grinned wickedly as he moaned for her, alternating between slow movements and fast paced poundings, bringing her boy hurtling towards the oblivion of orgasm but each time pinching just below the tip and holding him there. It seemed like he had reached that point eight or nine times by the time that he was allowed to plunge into her, biting, thrusting, and groping. They blended their two bodies into one, screaming into each other.
He stiffened and exploded all over himself in the hot shower, the water washing the hot come off his pale skin as he lost himself in his memories of being inside his Stephanie. He continued his shower, hardening again still lost in the recent memories. This time his movements slowed, allowing him time to explore his own body in ways that he had not done before he met Stephanie. His hand grasping his shaft as his thumb rubbed across his tip, teasing at the slit whilst his right hand slipped down his chest, leaning against the wall now panting with need and desire.
He imagined he was no longer alone in the shower but instead sharing it with her. Her mouth sucking at his neck as she twists his nipple, biting and tearing at his bare skin, his left hand resting on his hip as she takes over stroking and teasing his balls. Her squirting the moisturiser into her hand and rubbing it over his cock jerking him softly as her free hand moves from nipple to his hip, tracing circles on his skin. He mewled as he felt the lubed fingers press against his hole demanding entrance, instinctively leaning forwards against the wall to allow her access to dip deeper.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” He mewled as a finger traced across his prostate, he slumped onto the digit right down to the knuckle driving him to see stars, falling backwards in surprise at the power and intensity of the dry orgasm that surged through him. Rather than the glass shower door he expected to find, on his bare back he felt wet, warm skin, he felt a pair of rock hard nipples brush against him and a set of arms catch him as he slumped.
“My god” he mumbled as he came down from the rush, with her continuing her assault on his limp body plunging her tongue into his mouth and grasping his hardness until he begged for release. He moaned and shook watching her slide from the shower turning with a quick and coy wink as she managed to sway teasingly back to bed.
He moaned again from his come soaked position slumped against the shower wall, finishing the shower he blearily walked back to the bed, not quite sure where the fantasy ended and the physical world began. He dressed slowly in a plain suit, making sure that Stephanie was still asleep. He took a small leather system of straps from a locked box in his suitcase and untangling it and put the harness around his shoulders. Taking the second item from its protective cloth, he readies his L117A2 and prepares to leave stowing his spare magazines in the inside pocket of his leather jacket.
Leaving the hotel he paid the concierge to retrieve his bike from the valet parking and rode into the melee that was rush hour London traffic, stopping not at the medical facility that Stephanie had already seen but instead a small non-descript building in Vauxhall Cross. Presenting ID at the door he was buzzed into a small dark office where he received his orders and a package to deliver to an American business contact at a small hotel in Knightsbridge
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