Stretch

Eliza was lying on the bed in the hotel room. It was a luxe enough hotel that she bought fancy lingerie in the lobby. Vance insisted on buying it and she was in a sluggish enough mood that she let him–let him pick the color and the style too. He was her sole audience for the night, might as well be something that he would want to see on her.

They went to the hotel because she did not want to be alone. Her sister had her Bibi, Oscar was on a business trip and not even Alessa could connect with her on this.

Like Vance could.

They had watched their partners canoodle for half the night and her husband left with a woman who had been nothing but trouble since she came into her life. Eliza had encouraged him to go with her but that was not the point.

Vance however was unexpected and a gentleman of such a level that Eliza was enamored with him. It was not even because he had kissed her so sweetly, but because he was kind to her and it was clear that he was not going to ask her for more.

She was not sure that she wanted more. But being alone with him on that big hotel room king-sized bed–they had kissed already, there was no reason to be precious about their proximity–Vance still asleep in his boxers, Eliza felt longing.

Eliza moistened at the idea of him. Maybe it was the proximity but it did not feel like much of a stretch to be intimate with him. Her body felt extra sensitive against the sheets, as the strap of her slip fell off of her shoulder. Lying on her back she looked up at the rising sun shining bright in the window. She felt movement beside her and realized that Vance was awake.

He rolled onto her and then froze.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I’m not.”

“Eliza,” he smiled. “I do not want to be your consolation prize.”

“I don’t want to know the feeling of having been in bed with you and regretting not having been with you, Vance.”

“If you look at me like that…”

”Like what?” she asked softly knowing full well that her thighs were bare and her cleavage was inviting. “Like what?”

“And say those words to me…”

Eliza sucked on her bottom lip, and Vance covered her. He was hard and she thought she would melt under him. Even in the bathroom at the restaurant where they kissed, she knew she wanted him too. Was it the evening of watching her husband with a woman she hated or just that Vance could charm the pants off of any woman?

Whatever it was, she needed him. She really did not want the feeling of being in bed with him and not having experienced him in every sense of the meaning. It was not easy being in a open relationship at times, but right now it was as Vance was being every bit the rogue to what he had been the gentleman the night before.

He kissed her breasts and softly bit her nipples before he kissed her and slipped his finger inside of her. Eliza sucked his finger tasting herself on it and then wanted to taste him.

“No,” he said as she kept reaching for him squeezing her lips together and licking them. “Cause if you put your pretty mouth on my dick, I am going to come from that alone. And I want to come inside of you…”

Eliza was not mad at that at all, as he covered her again and she wrapped her legs around him. He caressed her hip as he eased into her.

That was what she wanted for her memories. Him inside of her making her feel as good as she did right then. She bit and scratched at him and growled with pleasure. Vance looked into her eyes knowingly. He knew he was giving it to her good, and she saw that he loved how out of control she was. That he made her lose control as he stretched her in a way she had never been stretched before.

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