Chapter 56 Vignette 53
She shouldn’t have left the door ajar. But then again, she wasn’t the type to keep things shut for long—not her mouth, not her intentions, and certainly not her balcony.
Room 1104 pulsed low with music from below, the bassline trembling in the soles of her feet. She’d laughed when he told her to take off her heels at the door. Now she padded barefoot across marble tiles, wrapped in nothing but shadows and the silk robe he hadn’t bothered to tie.
He laid on the bed behind her like a storm on pause. Quiet, charged, waiting.
Below them, a hundred windows flickered with life. She stepped into the night air, onto the balcony ledge, and gripped the rail like it could keep her tethered to something sane.
The wind swept against her bare legs, cool and teasing, lifting the hem of the robe just enough to make her aware of every inch of skin. The night smelled like sea salt and something electric, as if the whole city were holding its breath with her.
“You like putting on a show,” he said from behind, his voice low and lazy, spoken from the comfort of the bed. There was amusement and possession too.
She didn’t turn at first. Just let the silence stretch, the breeze dance between her thighs. But then she glanced over her shoulder, her hair slipping like silk down her spine.
“Only when the audience is worth it,” she murmured.
His chuckle rolled through the room, smooth as smoke. “Then come be center stage, sweetheart.”
She looked down once more, at the city glowing beneath her like a million eyes blinking in the dark, then back at him—sheets tangled at his hips, one hand behind his head, the other reaching for her without urgency but full of intent.
Her fingers slid from the rail. And slowly, she stepped back inside.
The robe whispered against her skin as she crossed the room, her bare feet silent on the cold tiles. The light from the balcony spilled across the bed, painting him in silver and shadow. He watched her approach with the same hunger he hadn’t tried to hide since the elevator ride—steady, smoldering, a silent dare.
She didn’t ask if he wanted her closer. She just climbed onto the bed, knees brushing his thigh as she straddled the sheet between them. For a moment, neither moved. Her hands rested lightly on his chest, feeling the quiet thrum of his heartbeat, the rise and fall of breath he kept slow on purpose.
“Are you going to keep staring?” she said, voice soft but sharp, “or are you going to do something with me?”
He didn’t answer. Not with words. His hands found her hips, holding her just firmly enough to make her feel owned, but gently enough to let her decide what happened next.
“You’re dangerous when you talk like that,” he muttered, eyes dark beneath heavy lashes.
“And you’re a coward when you hesitate.”
His laugh was low and rough, and then—heat. His mouth met hers with the kind of tension that had been simmering from the second he’d offered her a drink at the bar. Their kiss wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t patient either. It was the kind that said we’re here now, no turning back.
Fingers tangled in hair, breath mingled with breath. She arched into him, and he followed like gravity—inevitable, consuming.
Outside, the city buzzed on, unaware—or maybe very aware—of the storm breaking just beyond the balcony.
Her hands rubbed his chest as they kissed. While his hands gripped her waist and shifted slightly lower, to her as.
He pulled her even closer and crossed his leg over her, one hand on the back of her neck, their both eyes closed, savoring and enjoying the taste of each other's lips.
Her hand reached up and searched for the button of his shirt. She didn't realize when she undid them, her hands now caressing his hairy chest.
He reached for her robes and drew a single rope and it came undone. She wore nothing but a lacy lingerie underneath—one that barely covered her full, round as.
His hand slid in the robes, his fingers grazed her skin as he trailed it from her waist to her back, then her hips. He let it linger there, her heart racing faster.
For a moment, her breath stopped. Then she slightly pulled her mouth from the kiss and gasped.
“Do you need me now? Or do you want me to touch you even more?” His fingers pressed into her as in a gentle squeeze, his breath tickling her skin as he spoke.
“Touch me,” she responded, slightly dizzy from his nearness, gentle caress and the kiss which made heat grow between her thighs.
He shifted slightly downward on the bed, his face now directly at her bbs. He pressed his face to it and she moaned as his breath tickled her skin, throwing her head backwards.
He shifted the thin lace of her panties and his fingers found her wet cnt. “Arghh, you'd be really tasty,” he groaned.
His mouth went ajar and covered an ample skin on her bbs. He bit on her nples—sweet and gentle. She moaned passionately.
His middle finger found its way into her psy, sliding in and out at a slow pace but increasing with every thrust. She moaned, her eyes closed. Her hands held the back of his head while her hips circled against him.
His dk was getting hard beneath her. It stood erect as her hips swiveled against him. But he increased the thrusts of his fingers in her psy.
He took out the confined ck from his shorts and it rubbed her thighs. He shifted upwards. Their eyes met, already lost in each other completely.
He took her lips in a wet but light kiss and held his dk, pointing it between her thighs. She instinctively lifted her leg and he brought the tip of his dk to her psy lip.
Goosebumps formed on her skin as he parted her psy lips and made it glide just at her entrance. She squealed, her hair scattered on the pillows.
Then he slowly extended it in. Her psy adjusted to his size as he started thrusting in and out.
She rubbed her clt while he held up her thighs, stretching her psy with every thrust. Her lips parted and moans escaped them.
Then he pulled out of her, groaning, his ck covered in her creams. He sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for her to come on top of him. She crawled towards him and straddled him without hesitating. There was a soft slurpy sound as she sat on his dk and rode it.
Her brst jiggled in his face and he took them in his mouth. She moaned and increased her pace, his hands on her as. She tightened her arms around his neck, screaming and riding. Then he lifted her without letting his dk fall off her.
He held under her as and continued sliding his dk inside her.
Then he pressed her back to the wall and continued fking her. She screamed but he only increased his force.
In no time, her juices began dripping off her and she held his neck like it was her only support to keep her from falling. Her loud moans brushed the side of his face.
He tilted her face and grabbed her lips with his own, sucking hungrily while his cm shot inside her.
He gently took her to the bed and laid her there. Then he leaned in and kissed her forehead. Then her cheek, down to her neck, and then her brst.
“Sweet girl,”
She barely responded.
“Take a bath, we'll be going on another round.”