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I could see that she was debating whether or not to do it. Finally, she put her laptop on the nightstand and went to her knees. She looked unsure about what to do, so I gave her instructions. First, she wrapped her hands around my full length, then brought her lips to the tip of my erection. She blew on it, looked up at me, then kissed it.

I sucked in a deep breath tensing my muscles. She took instructions well, swallowing the tip first then sucking on it. She made her hands do a clockwise motion and then took in more and more into her mouth. I could no longer give instructions as she was now comfortable taking control. I let myself feel the pleasure her mouth brought.

I helped her push her hair away from her face to allow her to do her job. Her mouth worked hard at sucking me. I could not resist and thrust my hips up. She choked a bit, her eyes watering. I slowed down, wiping her tears.

"Let me take care of you." I pulled her up and made her sit on my lap. My arousal settled between her thighs. She had nothing on underneath. The tip of my erection touched her opening: she was wet. She shivered, closed her eyes, and held me close.

I made her look at me and brought her head closer to mine as we kissed. She was out of breath, her body growing warm and excited. As we deepened the kiss, she pushed me down on the bed and continued kissing me. She was grinding slowly on my length, making my mind picture only her. The rubbing of her nightgown on my skin was getting annoying, so I pulled on it. She let me take it off and continued to grind and kiss me.

I pulled on her legs and squeezed her ass. She moaned, letting her weight down on me. I raised her waist for a moment then angled my length toward her. I made her sit on it as I pushed in. With both called our names at the same time, feeling nothing but boundless pleasure. She placed her hands beside my head on the bed to support her weight. Her hair fell around her face, but I could see her jade green eyes holding a deep need.

She started moving her waist up and down, taking me in and out of her. She was so tight and wet. Her walls clamped down on me, sucking and rubbing. It was all too much. It was like the pleasure had a mind of its own and had possessed her because she rode me harder and faster, letting her voice fill the room. This was a side of her I never knew, and I wanted it. More of this.

I flipped her on the bed and immediately attacked her bouncing breasts. They were round with hard dark nipples that drew my eyes. Feeling the heavy flesh in my hands, I put my face in the middle and rubbed my face gently. She laughed and used her own hands to help me. I took one nipple in my mouth and started thrusting in and out, over and over. Everywhere my lips touched her body was red with a hickey or two. She didn't mind, urging me to go faster. It was a miracle that I didn't collapse on her. I was almost close each time she clenched her muscles, while sucking me harder, but I endured, pacing myself.

She used her hand to rub back and forth on herself, shaking and clenching her muscles harder and faster - she was close. I pulled out immediately. She moaned in protest, but I kissed and hugged her. I put two fingers into her warmth and joined her jerking motion. She clamped down on my fingers and wrapped her hands around my neck. She let out something between a squeal and a moan as her body jerked in excitement. Her excitement got me to come on her belly. When she regained her composure, her smile was the most beautiful thing I ever witnessed.

I flopped on the bed beside her. She hugged me, snuggly on my chest. All thoughts of why she had come here were gone. For me, I couldn't be happier. Crystal had made sex more than just a mindless banging of bodies into a confession and a commitment. She made love with a passion and an appreciation I hadn't found in others. Looking at her face, I wished that I would be the only one to ever see her like this.

Chapter 7

CRYSTAL

Ifanyonehadtoldme that I would wake up in bed with Lorenzo Rosii, one of the wealthiest men in the world, I would have called them a blatant liar. I have killed this dream a thousand times in my head, but right now it wasn't a dream. I was in bed with the man, waking up with him… and did I mention that I had wild voracious sex with him - sober and willingly. Dreams do come true, but not in my wildest dreams did I imagine this could become a reality. I had chalked up our sex in his office as a mistake and a one-time thing, but two times made it official, right? Oh God, what was I thinking?

"Are you alright, Crystal?" Lorenzo's voice rumbled in his chest. My head was on his chest, and I could hear his steady heartbeat. Although it was another day with the sun leaking in through the inner curtains, I could still smell the stench of sex, and I blushed. It was hard to believe that I saw him naked. He had a morning boner, and I feared what that meant. I still had some aches down there.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I should go back to my room. I'll meet you later for breakfast." I took my head from his chest and prepared to leave.

He put an arm around me; his finger found my nipple, and he made circles around it. We both knew what he was doing; and if I let him, I wouldn’t be able to leave the room. He suddenly asked, “Do you regret this?" I had heard that before.

"No, what’s to regret? We both had a great time, and I'd have it no other way. But I must leave, and we need to get lunch. We can get back to this… later." He let go of me, and I got out of the bed. I picked up my clothes and laptop and walked away naked to the connecting door. I swayed my hips to keep his attention since I could feel his eyes on me. I kept telling myself,he likes me. But the truth was that I also liked him.

I closed the connecting door behind me and stepped into my lavish room. It was furnished with soft colored linens and a velvet bedspread. I dropped my laptop on the desk and walked to the bathroom. Washing up, I returned and dressed in a cotton sweatshirt and joggers.

Satisfied, I picked up my phone and called Jen. I was already missing Alfred. I had promised them I wouldn't be gone long here. She picked, "Crystal, dear. It's just been a day, and I miss you. Even Alfred here misses you…" I heard Alfred's voice calling my name in the background.

I smiled, feeling lighter. "I missed you too, Jen, and Alfred. Baby, mama misses you. I'll be home soon… be good." Alfred made a cheerful sound as I spoke to him. Focusing on Jen, I added, "Thank you for taking care of him. I should be back before the end of the week."

"No problem. I just know you'll have a mad time with that man of yours. Tell me, has anything happened yet?" Her tone was teasing, and I blushed.

"I will fill you in later…." A knock came from the connecting door. "Sorry, I gotta go. Later!" I cut the call and went to answer. I let Lorenzo in. He had on an undershirt and shorts, giving me a clear view of his rippling muscles. My face warmed up, remembering what had happened between us last night.

"Hey," I tried to find something to say. He walked to the little sofa by the bed. I joined him. There was a table between us. My eyes roamed his body, thinking what might happen next. I was still cautious about revealing too much of myself, but I was in London, going to enjoy my time here with him.

"I called for food- something light and delicious. You'll love it," he assured me. As soon as he said that a knock came at the door. I made to go to the door, but he shook his head and went instead. He opened the door and took the tray of food from the server.

He brought the food to the little table with a smile on his face. He sets it down, presenting two steaming cups of tea, some toasted bread, scrambled eggs, and a helping of fresh berries. "Very British." I commented, breathing in the aroma of the food.

"Very mature of you." He pinched my cheek as he took his seat. "I hope you like this?"

"I would prefer coffee… you know as a dutiful American … but this will do. Let's eat. Enough talking." He laughed at that, wiping a tear from his eye. He looked younger when he laughed freely. I was happy I had said that.

We ate together in comfortable silence. I let myself enjoy the gentle atmosphere. Without work and the guilt, I felt it was easier to breathe and relish his presence. When we were done eating, he left, asking me to dress, saying we were going out. He gave no other information, but I decided to trust him.

Donning on a floral print dress, I applied light makeup and tied my hair into a messy bin - light and carefree. As I stepped out of my room, he did the same. He looked at me appreciatively. He wore flannel shirt and black trousers that strained over his muscular legs. I imagined walking beside him around London; no one would dare harass me with him beside me. "Even without trying, you look perfect." He reached for me, resting his hands on my waist, which made me feel powerful.

"Oh, stop it." I lightly patted his arm and tried to hide my blushing cheeks. He didn't mind. He took my hand, and we walked to the elevator to descend to the lower floor. The sight of the hotel was no less magnificent in the sunlight. It made me realize how much I didn't know, but beside Lorenzo, I felt like I belonged.

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