Page 56 of The High Price Of Loneliness

Angelica whispered closely, “What does ‘switch’ mean?”

While Edward took a good drink of his gin and tonic, he explained, “A switch is someone who can change back and forth between a Dominant and a submissive.”

Angelica thought about that for only a moment before she responded, “No. That’s not me at all. You will always be the Dominant, Edward. No, ifs, ands, or buts about it. It’s just that I am in the mood to seduce my man tonight. Is there anything wrong with that… sir?” She leaned into him like his Kitten again. Ok, perhaps a Kitten in heat.

Edward didn’t need long to think about the possibilities before he told the bartender, “Check, please.” And then he moved closer to Angelica and whispered, “I see you are topping from the bottom this evening, Ms. Hart. But what this could add—is intriguing.”

They found the elevator forgivingly close to the bar, so Edward didn’t have to cover up his condition for long. Angelica stood before him to provide additional “cover” as needed until the empty car opened. They got in, and Gray pressed their floor number. As soon as the door closed behind them, Angelica hugged him fully, pressing her breasts into Gray. “When we get to the suite, I want us to start in the shower together. Would you be willing to do that for me, sir?”

Gray cleared his throat and said, “I think that would be a great place to start after the long flight. I think clean is… sexy.”

Their door opened, and they walked side by side with Edward pointing the way, literally and figuratively, to their corner suite. As they walked, Angelica whispered, “You know what else is sexy?” Gray looked at her, waiting for the dangerous answer in his condition. “Me washing you with shampoo from head to toe,” she replied as he groaned. As the door to their suite swung open, they could see their luggage had already been delivered to their room. They had a large dining table that could seat six in an open living room with dual couches. The two wide-open French doors revealed the separate main bedroom with a bronze padded headboard that was the length of the entire wall.

Acknowledging her request in the elevator, Gray said, “Why don’t you unpack just a bit, and I will get the shower started for us.”

Angelica loved her newly discovered effect on Edward and urgently wanted that to continue into the night. She only needed two things out of her bag, bringing her robe and toiletry kit into the bathroom. There, she was happy to find him getting the jets of water flowing from an overhead “rainforest” style showerhead.

Edward turned to see Angelica undressing and watched her move slowly, now only in her bra and recently stroked panties. She smiled, gazing into his eyes as she slowly, seductively walked the few steps between them until she was pressed gently and softly against him. “Let me help you out of this, sir.” One by one, she undid the buttons of his dress shirt revealing his toned and muscular chest and abs. As the shirt slipped off, she neatly hung it on the nearby wall hook.

Returning her attention to his belt and trousers, she softly reminded him, as she said, “Seems you were having an awful time with these tight trousers at the bar, Edward.” She playfully smiled as she unbuckled and unzipped his pants and then slowly knelt at his ankles to help him step out of them. Angelica folded the trousers and laid them neatly on the toilet seat, while still kneeling in front of Edward’s fully bulging royal blue silk boxers. Next, she gently rubbed her hands up his legs and across his boxers, intentionally brushing against his thickness on her way up to his waistband. She rose slightly to be mouth level with his hard greatness as she slowly, sensually pulled the boxers downward just an inch at a time, revealing him as she went. Angelica teased with the prospect of her slightly open full lips awaiting his throbbing, aching member, but a brushing with her fingers was all he received.

He ached at barely missing the full entry of her waiting mouth—that might have been.

Finally, she asked, “Step out of these for me, please?”

Gray removed his feet from the boxers so they could take their rightful spot on top of the neatly folded trousers.

Angelica rose gracefully, turned her back to Edward, and asked, “Would you mind terribly helping me with my bra?”

Wearing only the champagne-colored, elegant bra and panties, Gray swallowed as he undid her bra clasp. She gently pulled her bra partly off but still covered her ample, beautifully shaped breasts. Then, she turned around to face him, looking into his eyes before slowly lowering her bra. She was curious to see how long Edward could manage to keep his gaze in her eyes. His struggle quickly ended as his eyes drifted downward, drinking in her beauty. While Edward remained transfixed, she slowly slid her panties down and off one foot at a time, placing both on the growing pile of clothes just shed. She pressed the soft skin of her breasts and budding nipples into Edward as she leaned into him, while pulling the glass shower door open with her free hand, and asked, “Shall we, sir?”

Once inside the spacious, oversized walk-in shower, Angelica got two hands full of shampoo first and began covering her breasts and abdomen with the slippery sudsy results. Then with both of them standing just inches away from the powerful water stream, she began slowly transferring all of the shampoo from her body to his. First, she rubbed sensuously from side to side and then added more shampoo for her torso’s up and down motion against his. Next, she slowly circled behind Edward, refilling her hands with the slippery foamy agent, and began washing his back with her breasts and hands.

Edward stood rock-hard and still with his full manhood at attention while he received her gentle strokes and rubs, serving him without asking.

She refilled her hands one last time with shampoo and asked him gently, “Lift your arms for me, please?” He did, and Angelica reached around Edward from behind to wash his chest and abdomen. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of torment, she finally grasped his thick cock and balls gently and slowly washed him with frothy, slippery foam. With each long, deliberate stroke she made, she whispered into his ear the things she wanted to do to him. Things she dreamed of feeling with him. What she wanted from him for hours and hours into the night. Then Angelica turned Edward around to face her with the water streaming on his back. She kissed him softly, passionately, full on his hungry lips, and then down his neck to his chest. Angelica gently plucked at his nipples as she slid her lips across his sexy abs, kissing and nibbling at him as she went. By the time Angelica was kneeling in front of him with water jets pounding, it was all that Edward could do to keep from finishing in the shower. She swallowed him slowly and sensually with her plump, full lips—stroking him deeply with her throat only a few times to feel him reach his peak of readiness.

She stopped to look up at him, kneeling in the shower with the water cascading over them both. She looked pure and magical as she led him. Her energy was supple and feminine, and she moved slowly and with a grace unlike his. Angelica asked if they could move to the bedroom.

Edward nodded his consent and turned off the hot, steamy shower. Each dried the other off as part of their sensual care ritual. She served him first, toweling him front to back, including his still-engorged manhood. Then Edward returned the favor, as part of their new ceremony, hoping to find a way to match her slow and sensual touch. Now finally dry and blissfully clean, she took Edward’s hand and led him to the bed. In the other hand, Angelica carried a bottle of Argan oil from Morocco that she had packed for the trip from home. She laid a dry towel on the bed, asking Edward to lie face down for her. He did so without speaking a word, apparently enjoying this newfound seductress energy in Angelica.

She covered her body generously with the delicious-smelling Argan oil and climbed onto the bed straddling Edward, who was awaiting her arrival, still lying face down. She lay fully prone with her oily breasts and stomach on his toned muscular back. She began slowly, sliding up and down in long gliding strokes, massaging his body with her breasts Nuru style. She asked, “How is that pressure, sir?”

“You feel amazing!”

She turned over on her back and slid her oily, firm butt cheeks up and down his, so they were “back-to-back,” slipping and sliding with the oil. She soon rolled back to him with her breasts leading the sensual sliding massage, and with it, she finally said, “I would like you to turn over on your back for me next.”

Edward did so gladly, aching to feel Angelica with his manhood. He was not to be disappointed. Her breasts made their way, slipping up to press full onto his face, gently touching before sliding all the way down his chest and then back up to his waiting mouth. But she continued on the next stroke, much further down him until her breasts gently brushed his thick and rock-hard core. Her mouth was temptingly close with her soft full lips available. But instead, Angelica interlaced her hands, covered in the oil, and did a magically effective job of stroking Edward to his edge with both her hands. Slowly, with long deep strokes, each time simulating what it would feel like inside of her. Over and over, she slid her hands to the sensitive tip of his head only to race back down the shaft and start the subsequent slow rise again.

When Edward could no longer control himself, she stopped and straddled him with her oily thighs to finish her teasing journey of agony and relief. She heard him groan aloud as Angelica settled with her magical mound and creamy wet lips just over his shaft, sliding ever so slightly forward and backward, right on the spot. It was all she could do to keep Edward from penetrating her fully yet, as they were both so slippery. But she wanted him to ache and feel himself at heaven’s gate. Angelica wanted him to lust for her more than anything or anyone ever before.

It was that moment when Edward called out an expression she had never heard him utter. “Please!” he said in his full voice as he reached for her hips with his hands to guide her open and swollen pussy onto and all the way down his mighty shaft.

Angelica gasped out loud as he entered, both of them already in the first wave of their mutual and simultaneous climaxes. Feeding off one another’s energy, he forcefully guided her hips with his hands. Angelica arched her back and rolled her hips to make each long, snakelike stroke a full and amazing experience for both. Finally, Edward’s core locked up, and he said, “Wait. Wait!” He breathed hard and added, “Don’t move.”

Angelica paused, stroking even though she was still trembling from the last few waves of joy and ecstasy, and asked him before reaching out to touch his face, “Is everything OK?”

Edward breathed in deeply and exhaled completely before he answered, “Yes.” He breathed again and added, “It was just … so intense.”

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