Page 16 of His Two Hidden Masks

The Lover’s Suite was a room reserved for just that, lovers, or high roller guests who insisted on only the finest things. I thought about James’ expensive clothes and his comments about growing up in boarding schools in Europe. His present and past dripped money, but I also knew that I wasn’t supposed to ask.

Two things happened at once. James smiled and looked at me, his mouth opening as if he had something to say just as I heard the sound of footsteps behind us. Whoever was working the night shift was now front of the house.

“Good evening, sir.” Paolo’s voice carried across the marble floor. I spun around so my back was toward the front desk, and reaching up I grabbed James’s face with both hands and kissed him.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth with force, and pressed my body up against his cock. He leaned into me with appreciation as I backed him toward the stairs, never taking my lips off his.

“Sleep well, Signor,” Paolo said, sounding nonplussed. He had seen a lot during his thirty years working the front desk. Midnight lovers were nothing new.

“You make it difficult to think a coherent thought,” James said, walking backward up the stairs.

“And you Americans talk way too much,” I said, my tongue exploring his mouth as we moved in unison step by step.

Finally, we stopped in front of the double doors that led to the Lover’s Suite. He unlocked the door with his key card. The time for talking had passed.

I knew this room as well as I knew the winding streets of Venice. The Lover’s Suite’s enormous windows looked out onto the campo with a view of the bridges and canals of Venice.

The shades were almost drawn, with a gap large enough to let in a little bit of light. I’d never slept here, but I’d helped my mother hang the powder blue wallpaper and made the bed when the housekeeping staff was too busy or someone called in sick.

I loved this room and its shifting hues of blue. It reminded me of the lagoon and canals of Venice. The bed was the main attraction. Its high mattress sat in the middle of the room beneath a crystal chandelier, glimmering in the moonlight.

James placed his hands on my face. He leaned down and kissed me. His kiss was gentle, loving and I melted into his touch.

My lips parted and his tongue moved across my teeth. His touch sent chills down my spine and ignited a heat inside my core that I knew would leave me dripping wet with desire.

He unwrapped my pashmina, dropping it to the ground. My arms around his waist, I raised my hands and worked his heavy winter coat off his arms. He backed me against a wall, leaning against me, his dick hard and proud.

“I want you,” he growled. “I want you now.”

I answered, pressing my hips against him. “Please,” I whispered.

He slipped his arms around my waist and lifted me up as if I were made of air. He turned and set me on the edge of the bed.

His eyes on me, he pulled back the covers, exposing crisp white sheets. As the covers reached my body, he lifted me again and pulled the coverlet completely down until I sat on the edge of the bed.

Without a word, he knelt in front of me, and raising each of my feet in the air, unzipped my leather boots one by one, gently placing them on the ground. He stood and took off his turtleneck, revealing his bare chest. My breath caught as I took in the cut of his muscles and the trail of hair that led to his waist.

He knelt in front of me again and put his hands under my skirt and pulled off my tights. I took off my sweater, leaving on my bra. I was grateful I’d put on one of my lacier pieces. Thank goodness I hadn’t left the house in my granny bra and panties.

Standing above me, James slowly pulled his belt through the loops and undid the button of his pants. They dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. I lay before him in my bra with my skirt hiked up.

My eyes could not look away from his black briefs. The bulge of his member was impossible to miss. The tip of his dick extended above the elastic of his waistband.

My breath quickened. I wanted him. He slipped off my panties and dropped them to the ground and lowered his lips to my inner thigh.

His kiss sent shivers through my body and my back arched in response. His lips moved closer to my sex teasing me. My skirt bunched at my hips. He looked up at me between kisses. “Take your skirt off,” he said, his voice firm.

I nodded, my fingers shaking with adrenaline as I undid the button at my waist. He cupped my behind as he raised me off the bed while I scooted out of my skirt.

“Your bra,” he said. He lowered me back onto the bed. I nodded and unclasped my bra, exposing my breasts. My nipples were peaked and hard.

Still kneeling in front of me, I lay naked and prone before him. My legs were spread and glistening with his wet kisses. He inhaled and his mouth was on me again.

My breath grew shallow with every kiss and flick of his tongue against my skin. His hands were on my sex. He parted me with his fingers, and his warm breath moved against my aching pussy.

He moaned and inhaled me as if he couldn’t get enough of my scent. “Fuck, you are gorgeous,” he said. I was so glad I’d gotten waxed the week before. I wasn’t completely bare, leaving a landing strip that allowed easy access to my cunt and clit.

James lowered his face to my pussy. He parted my lips, licking me again and again. I writhed in pleasure with every flick of his tongue. He’d found a lightning rod that connected my clit to the rest of my body.

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