I raise an eyebrow at her as I grab hold of her other ankle. Her eyes go wide when I pull her legs apart.
“This is Room 707. I’d like to order breakfast.”
As she speaks, I climb up the bed, sliding my palms up her legs and pushing them farther apart the closer I get to her center.
She swats at me with the menu, but I keep my palms on her soft thighs. My head dips between her legs, and she sucks in a breath as I scratch my beard against her soft skin.
“I’ll have the pancakes and…”
Her words turn breathless as I nip at her creamy thighs. I take the edge of her panties in my teeth and tug them aside. Rose gasps, and I hear the faint murmur of the person on the other end of the line.
“What do you want?” she asks me, her voice coming out in a breathy whisper.
I lift my head just enough to answer, “Pancakes,” before dipping between her thighs.
“Make that two.”
The two comes out as a squeal as my tongue sinks into her pussy. My tongue presses against her nice and slow, and I love the way she strains to keep it together.
“And a pot of coffee.”
She’s breathing hard into the phone, and I slide a finger inside, making her moan the word coffee. She’s given up trying to bat me away. Instead, she closes her eyes and murmurs a sultry thank you before hanging up the phone and surrendering to me.
Her thighs fall open, and her body leans against the headboard. Her hands tangle in my hair as I draw her to a climax. Afterward, while she’s still trembling, I scoop her into my arms and take her into the bathroom.
“Oh my god.” Rose barks out a laugh when she sees herself in the mirror. “Why didn’t you tell me about my face?”
I chuckle. “It’s a nice face.”
“Nice? I look like I’ve melted overnight.”
While I turn the shower on hot, she gets wipes from her bag and rubs at the streaks of makeup. Slowly, as each layer is removed, her pale smooth skin is revealed.
“Here, let me.”
I pull a wipe from the packet and take her chin in my palm. She tilts her face to me, and I dab the wipe over her cheek.
“You have to be more forceful than that. You’re removing armor.”
The use of the word armor isn’t lost on me, and I wonder what she’s shielding herself from.
This time, I press harder when I swipe at her cheek, and the wipe comes away with pale foundation. I tilt her chin to the side and work on her temple, carefully moving around to the skin under her eyes.
By the time I’m finished, the wipe is covered in brown gunk, and before me is a shiny pale woman whom I barely recognize.
“Hello,” I whisper.
“Hello,” she whispers back.
The bathroom is nice and steamy, and I take her hand and lead her into the oversized hotel shower.
It’s big enough for two, and we take turns soaping each other down.
I’m hard within moments with a naked Rose running her hands over me. She drops to her knees and peers up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Her hand wraps around me as she takes me into her mouth. I lean back and let her do what she wants with me. Her mouth moves awkwardly, and her teeth graze my sensitive skin. I wonder again how experienced Rose is. But even so, it feels too damn good to stop.
My hands wrap around the back of her head, and I guide her to take me deeper down her throat. She sucks and licks and tugs until the pressure builds. When I try to pull away, she keeps me firmly locked in her mouth. Her gaze meets mine with a determined glint.
