“We always set aside a block of rooms for guests of this function to use if they choose to stay the night. Some people have too much to drink and just want to crash, some people have a long drive home and are tired.”
“Thoughtful,” she remarked.
“And safer for our guests.” He softly kissed the back of her head.
“I’d like to have a look around some more,” she said.
“Sounds good,” he replied.
Anabelle then realized he had probably stayed here before, but she wasn’t going to dwell on that.
He turned on some music and lit the fire in the gas fireplace in the sitting room, while she explored the luxuriously appointed suite.
As she walked around, she admired the paintings, the ornate furnishings, the tall ceilings, and the old-world elegance of the place. The room was immaculate and looked fit for royalty. She peeked in the bedroom. There was a beautiful, sparkling crystal chandelier over the king-size bed and an antique full-length standing mirror in the corner of the room.
She then checked out the bathroom, which had double French doors. It had gleaming marble flooring, adorned with an intricate floral design. It was spacious with a large clawfoot bathtub and a huge double shower.
Giorgio peeked his head in. He saw her admiring the features. “The faucets in the sink and tub are actually 24-carat gold, you know.”
“No way!” She walked over to the tub and ran her fingers over the glistening gold fixture. “I don’t believe this place. I feel like I’ve stepped into another world. I must have a soak in that tub later.”
“Good plan. Hey, there’s champagne on ice,” he said. “Shall I pour you a glass?”
“I’d love one,” she said, taking another look around. “I’m just going to freshen up a little. I’ll be right out.”
He took his tuxedo jacket off and waited for her.
A short while later, she walked back out into the sitting room and sat down on the sofa as he poured their glasses.
“Hey,” Anabelle said, “I was thinking, I never got to meet your brother.”
Giorgio handed her a glass of champagne. “You will.”
She took the crystal flute. “Are you sure you’re not hiding me away? Embarrassed to be seen with me?”
He shook his head as he sat down next to her. “You are such a brat, you know.”
She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Hey, you’re the one who was making moves on me all night. Maybe you don’t want to meet anyone else in my life.” He slid over closer to her. “I think you’re only interested in one thing.”
“Oh yeah? Like what? Your access to free champagne?”
He laughed. “Free?” He waved a finger at her. “You are going to be in so much trouble, Miss Sassy Pants.”
She giggled. “What should we toast to?”
He thought for a moment. “To stolen moments.”
She lifted her glass. “And to making the most of them.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Indeed.” He clinked her glass and they each took a long sip of the bubbly.
“Oh, is that ever nice,” she said.
“They do things well here.”
“I’ll say,” she replied, feeling the champagne go straight to her head. She took a deep breath as she felt the remaining tension of the evening start to melt away. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
“Are you tired?” he asked her.
“No, just unwinding. I think this night had my adrenalin pumping pretty hard. I’m coming down from it now.”
He understood. He looked towards the bathroom. “I think I have just the remedy for you. I’ll be right back.” He came back a minute later holding a robe, slippers and a small bottle.
“What’s that?”
“A few things to help you relax.” He grinned and handed her the bottle.
She took it and read the label out loud. “Romance in a Bottle.” It was massage oil, containing exotic Polynesian and Tahitian essential oils, said to have aphrodisiac effects. She looked up at him with a curious expression.
He was holding up the bathrobe and slippers. “Care to change into something more comfortable, m’lady? I believe your room comes with a complimentary masseuse.” His blue eyes sparkled in the soft light of the room.
“Wow, really?”
He nodded.
“They sure do know how to keep their guests happy here, don’t they?” She set her glass down and stood up. “I hope he’s good looking.”
He shook his head at her. “You are seriously in need of a good spanking.” He put the bottle in the pocket of the bathrobe and tossed the items on the sofa next to them.
“Will the masseuse provide that, too?”
“Oh, he’s going to provide you with all kinds of things.”
She smiled seductively as she reached up and started to undo the bow tie on his tux. “I can’t wait until he gets here.” He watched her as she slipped his tie off and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. She undid them all the way and then opened it wide.
He took a deep breath as she slid her hands up his bare chest, under his shirt and around his shoulders.
She slipped his shirt off, tossing it on the sofa. “Oh my, he is good-looking,” she said with a big smile. She took in his rugged good looks, broad shoulders, and perfectly sculpted chest. He was intoxicatingly handsome standing there bare-chested in his tuxedo pants. She let out a low whistle. “Remind me to tip the concierge for sending him up here.”
“Oh, you can tip him alright,” he said as he bent down to kiss her. It was a long, lingering kiss as he slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders. His arms wrapped around her, one hand on her low back, while the other found her zipper. He unzipped her dress. His hand caressed her bare back, slipping lower, finding her G-string. His fingers traced the top edge of it.
She shuddered at his sensual touch. “Giorgio, the way you make me feel…it’s…”
“I know,” he said as he felt her press her body into his. He gently hooked his fingers under her spaghetti straps. He held her gaze as he slowly pulled the ball gown down.
She stood before him as he took his time. He lowered the dress to her waist, exposing her bare breasts, her bosom accented by the diamond heart he had given her.
“That looks beautiful on you,” he said, as stroked her skin all around the pendant.
Her body responded, her nipples erect. He traced his fingers lightly over her breasts, around her nipples. “So beautiful…” His lips were full and half-parted.
Anabelle felt waves of arousal coursing through her body as he took her dress off to reveal her lacey red panties.
“Mmmm…” he said, “you are dressed for the party in your diamonds and red lace.” He helped her step out of the dress, then picked it up and laid it on the sofa, quickly turning back to her.
She smiled as his hands caressed her hips, her nearly bare backside, and back up to cup her breasts.
Then, he grabbed the bathrobe and scooped her up in his arms.
His strength again took her breath away. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, loving the feeling of his naked skin against hers.
He carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her down on the luxuriously soft king-size bed. He had already pulled back the duvet and sheets. He tossed the bathrobe on top of a second one that was draped across the end of the bed.
“You are so strong,” she said, feeling her femininity bloom with his masculine strength and form.
He gave her a broad smile. “I need to be able to take care of my woman.”
“You know,” she said, looking up at him standing before her bare-chested in his black tuxedo pants, “you look like my own personal Chippendales dancer.” She let her gaze drift slowly over his broad shoulders, muscular chest and arms, his tan-colored skin and thick, dark hair. Then she dropped her gaze lower. “Magnificent.”
He gave her a shy smile and winked at her, “I’m glad you like what you see.” He
took the massage oil out of the bathrobe pocket and held it up. “M’lady, it’s time for your full-body massage.”
“Ohhh,” she said, raising her eyebrows, “I do like the service in this hotel.” She giggled as she turned over on her stomach and adjusted the pillow beneath her head.
Giorgio admired her nearly naked body, the feminine curves of her hips and backside, the way her red G-string dared him to touch her in her most intimate places. “Just you wait,” he said as he poured some of the fragrant oil in his hands and rubbed them together to warm them. He then spread his warm, massage oil-covered palms over her back in long, smooth strokes. His hands were large enough that it didn’t take many to cover her whole back. “Such a beautiful girl,” he said.
“Mmmm, that feels so good,” she said. “The massage oil smells heavenly.”
“Good, you just relax and enjoy the sensations,” he said, his voice low and silky.
“You are too good to be true,” she whispered.
“I just want to please you,” he said as he expertly worked the muscles in her back and neck.
Anabelle was getting so relaxed she thought she could just melt into the bed. He worked the scented oil into her skin, moving slowly in long, firm strokes, even caressing her arms and hands. He was leading her into nirvana.
After massaging her back, neck and arms, he poured more oil into his hands, again rubbing them together to heat the oil and make it more pleasurable once it touched her skin. He moved his hands lower to her hips. She moaned softly as she felt his hands work around her panties, sliding underneath the waistband to cover the area. He took his time, slowly and gently, but firmly massaging the muscles around her hips, passing his hands lightly over her derrière, then down her legs, one by one.
She reveled in his sensual touch. Her body was warm and tingling as his hands moved over every inch of her, down to her feet. He gave her a foot-rub that relaxed every last cell in her body. She felt like putty in his hands.
“That feels incredible,” she said.
“I’m glad. I love putting my hands all over you, feeling your skin, your body,” he said, his deep voice husky. “Your feminine form is breathtaking.” His hands slowly slid up her legs, curving in towards her inner thighs. His thumbs gently worked the sensitive area in wide circles, climbing ever higher.
Her heart started to beat faster as his touch grew more sensual and erotic. She felt his big, warm palms brush against her backside. His strokes became more firm and purposeful as he rubbed her skin in wide circles, his fingers now slipping under the waistband of her lace panties. His hands moved down high on her inner thighs, gently pushing her legs further apart. His hands now ran up either side of the edge of her panties and again he applied pressure to push her body more open.
She moaned as her body warmed with intense waves of sexual arousal. She sensed his masculine desire and curiosity about her body and her body responded by wanting to open to him. She inhaled sharply as his warm hand slipped between her legs, his long fingers touching the lacey fabric covering her womanhood. He moved his hand slowly back and forth between her legs. Her body ached at the touch, craving more.
“I want you,” she said, moaning and writhing beneath his touch, “inside me.”
He smiled. “You said you wanted to wait,” he whispered in her ear as he slid his hand underneath her panties.
She gasped as she felt the pleasure of his touch against her. She lifted her hips to receive him. She moaned even more as he felt her and explored her, his touch unbelievably erotic as his fingers intimately caressed her. “I ache for you,” she said. “I don’t care what I said anymore. I need you…all of you, inside me.”
“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t listen to my woman’s wishes,” he said, as he flicked his tongue inside her ear at the same time as his finger found her clitoris.
She moaned loudly at the sexually stimulating touch. It was as though he could read and feel her body, knowing exactly how to arouse the most powerful and pleasurable sexual responses in her. She didn’t know she could feel this way. “Oh, Giorgio, what you do to me,” she rocked her hips slowly, spreading her legs further apart.
“You like this, m’lady?” he whispered in her wet ear. His fingers continued their exploration of her pussy. He rubbed her and then plunged his finger inside her. She was wet with desire.
She was going wild. “Oh God, yes, I want you to take me now,” she said, panting as he continued to turn her on with his sensual and erotic stroking.
“But I’m not finished massaging you,” he said playfully. “I could get fired if I don’t finish what I start.” He then moved his hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, turning her over. He sat up, his full lips curving into a knowing grin.
She was too excited to even ask what he was doing. She watched as he got up and brought the full-length antique mirror next to the bed.
He propped some pillows up on the bed in front of it. He then lifted her off the bed, his arms strong and sure, and gently placed her half sitting up in front of the pillows, her legs stretched out, facing the mirror. He helped her lean back on the pillows. “This is a very special massage,” he said in a husky voice. “Only available to select clientele. In fact, just you.” He leaned down to kiss her breasts, placing his wet mouth on her nipples, and flicking them with his tongue.
She had never felt such powerful sexual desire before. Her heart pounded as his hands took hold of her delicate lace panties, pulling them down.
As he revealed the rest of her body, his eyes were riveted on the dark hair, neatly trimmed, between her legs. He let out a long breath as he felt his body straining against his pants. He slipped her panties off and tossed them on the bed. He looked at her lying before him, only wearing the diamond heart pendant, which sparkled in the soft light. He took his time admiring her nude body. “You are truly a goddess,” he said, his lips wet and swollen-looking.
“Giorgio, I want you to take me,” she said, breathing heavy. She gazed at the big bulge between his legs. She craved him.
He leaned over her on his fists, one arm on either side of her and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
She reached down for his belt and started to undo it.
He slipped off of her. “Oh no, you made me promise,” he said, his dark-lash rimmed blue eyes a deep pool of mystery and desire.
“What? Are you kidding?”
“A promise is a promise,” he said as he moved beside her. “But I do intend to complete your massage, beautiful girl.” He looked up and made eye contact with her in the mirror.
Her face was a mixture of confusion and desire as her body writhed with arousal.
He reached down, leaning over her slightly and caressed the side of her far leg, gazing at her in the mirror. He touched her foot, then gripped it gently, and moved her leg up, bending it at the knee. He then softly slid it outwards, exposing her nude feminine form to the mirror.
She inhaled sharply as she realized what he was doing, her body aching with anticipation.
He then moved her other leg up and out so that her legs were spread and her body front and center in the mirror. “You are exquisite,” he said, gazing between her legs, his voice low and deep.
She moaned as he touched her breasts, massaging each one with a tender touch, then slid his hand down between her legs. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the mirror, which gave her full view of her own body and the gorgeous man exploring it.
He licked his lips as he began to softly play with her pussy, watching it in the mirror as he rubbed it, then spread it open. He groaned with desire as he plunged his fingers into her vagina, feeling its wetness. He then looked down at her pussy as he caressed it, his lips parted, wet. “I’ve wanted to look at you for so long. I’ve had so many erotic dreams where I did all kinds of things to you.”
“Do whatever you want, my body is yours,” she said breathlessly, her hips writhing as he alternately massaged and entered and spread her pussy. She was out of
her mind with desire watching his expert movements. Every touch of his sending a lightning bolt of erotic pleasure coursing through her body. She spread her legs wide open, feeling his hands lustfully pleasuring her.
“I want to please you,” he whispered into her ear. He felt her body responding to his touch, saw how she opened her legs wide allowing him full access to her bare pussy, felt her push against his touch. Her breathing became more rapid and shallow. “I want to make you come and I want you to watch me make you come.”
She groaned loudly as he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as his finger entered her over and over again. She felt her body spasm with sexual ecstasy as he rubbed her pussy faster and faster. “Giorgio…you’re going to make me…come…” she said, her eyes now looking down at her body, riveted on what he was doing to her.
He smiled, staring at her pussy in the mirror, watching her body writhe and shudder at his touch. “I want this image burned into your mind, knowing what I can do to you, how much pleasure I can give you.”
“Oh Giorgio…” she said as she looked back in the mirror.
He plunged his finger inside her again as he rubbed her swollen bud.
“Ohhh…you’re doing it. I’m coming…” She gasped as her body exploded in an electrifying orgasm. She cried out as she shook, her body consumed with powerful waves of deliciously erotic sensations.
He watched her while he kept his finger inside her, delighting in the feeling of her vaginal walls contracting and growing wetter as she came.
After a few moments, her breathing began to slow. He slipped his finger out and gently cupped her wet pussy. She slowly closed her legs and curled over on her side, burying her face in his chest. “You are the most incredible man, the most incredible lover…”
“I want to please you,” he said, now wrapping his arms around her. “You drive me insane with desire. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She snuggled in close to him.
He reached over for the bathrobe and covered her with it. “I must keep you warm,” he said.
“Oh, you keep me warm, alright,” she said, looking up at him. She kissed him passionately and then slipped the bathrobe on. “Mmmm, soft and cozy.”
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