Page 38 of Beauty Of Her

“That’s okay.” He smiled against my lips, pulling away. “What’s the plan for the rest of the day?”

“Conferences, and then tonight, there’s a big dinner for all the attendees and their guests.” I swallowed. “Would you like to go?”

“Are you kidding? Of course, I’d love to go. This is important to you.” Brett winked and grabbed our trays of half-eaten lunches, discarding them in the garbage. He draped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in as we left the room. “What time should I be ready?”

“By seven?” I gazed up at his confident face, amazed he was my view for the weekend.

“I’ll be ready.”

The rest of the day dragged on. The hours barely passed, and my brain felt like it was melting out of my ear by the time the final lecturer took the podium. I was ready to head back to the room, get this dinner over with, and then fall into Brett’s arms. I returned to the room, knowing I had an hour to prepare for dinner.

I inserted the white key card into the lock, hearing it click open. Entering the suite, my eyes drank in the sunset, watching the orange sun sink into the ocean’s horizon. There was no sign of Brett, but I wasn’t worried. He didn’t seem the type to let me down…yet. It took some internal convincing, but I started to place that much-needed faith in another individual who had the power to toy with my heart.

I leaned against the window, the warm glow of the setting sun casting its ethereal light on my face, and a sense of calm washed over me. The anticipation of the evening ahead and the knowledge that Brett would be by my side ignited a spark in my chest. I moved away from the window and began preparing for the dinner, carefully selecting a black dress that clung to my curves and accentuated my fit mom-figure that Brett appreciated for whatever reason. I brushed through my untamed yet clean brown hair, allowing loose waves to fall over my shoulders. Taking in my reflection from the vanity mirror, I thought I looked decent enough but never amazing. Between Peter and my insecurities triggered by his infidelity and lies, my perception of who I deserved grew skewed. Brett was trying to show me I was special because I represented someone different, but how? Because I was a mother? A working woman? How complex could I be to Brett?

The knock on the door startled me, and I quickly moved to open it, hoping it was Brett. Sure enough, there he stood, looking as handsome as ever in a crisp black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and sculpted physique. His eyes lit up, drinking in my outfit with a smile crawling across his lips.

"Wow," he breathed, his gaze sweeping over my dress-clad figure. "You look absolutely stunning.” His arms opened slightly, and it was enough of a magnet to lure me in as he wrapped himself around me.

“Stunning? You sound like an old soul.” I kissed his delicious lips, taking in his spiced, masculine scent. “How old are you again?”

He smiled against my mouth. “Old enough.” Brett stepped away, eye-fucking my appearance. “You really do look amazing.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, and butterflies swirled in my empty stomach. Something told me I needed to get used to this fiery attention because Brett carried a flame that burned for me. The light in his eyes confirmed it. “You think so?” I smoothed my hands over the front of the soft fabric. “I bought it for this trip. I’ll probably never wear it again.”

“Oh, I beg to differ.” A mischievous, hungry grin spread across Brett’s mouth as he spun me around, planting my back against his body. A hard cock…Brett’s hard cock jabbed me in the back, making my sex clench. “Can you feel how much I love it?” He ground into me.

“Yes, I can.” I giggled out of nerves but didn’t try to escape. If anything, I fell into his touch as he nuzzled his face into my neck, slipping his tongue along my collarbone. I whimpered and threw my head back. Was this about to happen?

“Can I help you relax before we go down?” Brett’s heated words sent shivers down my spine. He swayed our bodies, guiding us to the small circular table in the corner of the expansive suite.

“Brett, we can’t.” My hand clamped over his much larger one that traveled down my body, cupping my wet center through the dress.

“Just a little something to look forward to later. I promise.” He turned my chin so our mouths met each other’s with ease, and our tongues swirled, igniting a new fire that neither of us fought. If this was what life would be like with Brett: easy, intimate, and fun, then what was I even worrying about? But, of course, this was a moment of passion making my judgment vanish, and I didn’t care.

As Brett’s hands roamed my body with urgency, I surrendered to the pleasure surging through my veins. His fingers expertly found their way beneath the fabric of my dress, teasing and stroking the sensitive flesh beneath. My breath hitched as he traced circles around my clit over the thin black lace of my panties, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I braced my hands onto the smooth marble table, leaning over the cool slab as Brett pushed the thin fabric between his fingers to the side, exposing my slick folds to the chilled air. I reached behind, finding his hard thick length pressing into my ass, but Brett stopped my hand, trapping it. He steered it to my front, pressing the hand against my stomach.

“You’ll take care of me later.” His voice was a harsh wind of warning and promise. When he dipped a finger into my dripping center, I decided not to fight and go with this before-dinner plan.

The room filled with the sound of my soft moans as Brett skillfully thrust his finger in and out of me. Each movement sent shock waves of pleasure rippling through my body, threatening my balance.

I leaned over the table, the cool marble kissing my hot skin. Brett's free hand explored my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh with possessive intent. His touch was firm yet gentle, a stark contrast to the aggressive nature of his fingers fucking my pussy. I was losing control, surrendering to the primal hunger enveloping us both.

"Fuck," I gasped as his thumb circled my clit, adding another layer of stimulation that threatened to push me over the edge. The tight coil of delicious pressure intensified with each passing second, building higher and higher until it became almost unbearable.

Brett's lips brushed against the shell of my ear, his voice oozing with desire. "You like that, baby? You like it when I make you feel good?"

“Yes, so good. Please…” I trailed off, closing my eyes, drowning in every second of ecstasy. Brett’s fingers grew rougher and forceful, wanting to bring me to the highest peak. My legs started to shake, and I knew my climax was close. Suddenly, Brett’s other hand grabbed my face, twisting me until our eyes were locked.

“Eyes on me.” Brett’s breath came in short spurts. “You don’t come if you’re not looking at me.”

I gasped, my eyes snapping open to meet Brett's intense gaze. I held his stare, unable to tear my eyes away as the waves of pleasure crashed within me. Brett's fingers moved faster, his skilled touch pushing me to the edge with every stroke. My body trembled, teetering on the precipice of release. I could feel the familiar tingling build between my legs, spreading like fire through my aching sex.

His lips crashed down on mine in a desperate kiss, our tongues dancing in a frenzy of need and desire. His hand left my face and trailed down to my throat, exerting a gentle pressure that only added to the intoxicating mix of control. The table beneath me rattled as I clutched onto its edges, my body writhing with delight. Every stroke of Brett's fingers against my throbbing core chased my orgasm, until finally, with one last flick of his thumb against my swollen clit, I shattered.

Ecstasy rolled through me like a tidal wave, crashing and consuming every inch of my existence. I cried out Brett's name as pleasure washed over me in electrifying waves, leaving me breathless and limp in its wake. As I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm, Brett's fingers gradually withdrew from my pulsing center. He stood behind me, his chest rising and falling heavily as he basked in the aftermath.

Silence hung in the air, broken only by our ragged breaths. Slowly, reality seeped back, and Brett planted a final kiss on my lips and sweaty forehead. He straightened, adjusting his erection, and buttoned his jacket.

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