Page 31 of Stronger Than Fate
“What do you have for breakfast?” I asked, while picking up the phone to call the hotel kitchen and order.
“As long as there’s coffee, everything else is fine.”
“On that we agree,” I pointed out.
I made the call and they told me breakfast would be up in half an hour. They weren’t surprised that I ordered for two people because Sol or Sean often stayed over and I would order breakfast for two or three.
“I’m going to take a shower, you’re coming with me,” he stated, as soon as I hung up.
“I have to wait for breakfast.”
“How long will it take?” he asked, while approaching me.
“About thirty minutes.”
“We can shower…and do other things,” he whispered in my ear, taking my hand and pulling me toward the bathroom.
As soon as we arrived, he turned on the shower and the bathroom began to fill with steam. He approached slowly and, very sensually, began to undress me. The atmosphere was very erotic and the experience seemed incredibly sensual to me. He was in his underwear, but in a second they had disappeared from his body. He began to kiss me as only he knew how, with a passion that made me feel like my legs wouldn’t support me. With utmost delicacy, he led me to the shower, but instead of positioning me under the water stream, my back hit the side wall. He positioned himself between my legs and continued kissing my slippery body, because even though I wasn’t directly under the water, it was splashing us quite a bit. At one point he pulled away and looked at me, panting.
“I need to put on a condom, give me a few seconds,” he said, turned and left the shower.
I stood watching his sculptural body and my desire for him increased. Seeing the water run over that body was something that made me squirm in place. I was probably drooling. Just in case, I passed my hand over my chin. What had this man done to me? I didn’t recognize myself in this passionate, ardent woman.
Seconds later he returned with the condom on, lunged at my body and made me wrap my legs around his waist. I clung to him and began to caress his slippery back while feeling his hands roam all over my body.
“I want you desperately,” he panted against my mouth.
“And I want you too.”
He didn’t wait any longer, we were both ready to unite and he penetrated me. He began to move slowly and gradually increased the intensity of his thrusts. Our gasps mingled with the sound of water falling on our bodies.
“That sounds so good,” he whispered against my mouth, while his hands moved up my abdomen to my breasts and took them in his hands.
“What does?” I asked, between gasps of pleasure.
“Your moans. I want you to scream with pleasure,” he stated, with a deep voice, and I had no doubt I was going to scream, because even I didn’t know I was capable of letting out all those sounds.
My entire body tensed, I dug my nails into his shoulders and a devastating orgasm made me scream, a liberating cry that almost left me hoarse. My body began to tremble as I felt Henry release with a loud, guttural sound.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said, hiding his head in my neck and kissing it.
“Can you die from pleasure? Because if so, I already consider myself dead.”
“You’re incredible,” he stated, panting.
“You are too.”
He smiled and, after withdrawing from my body, helped me place my feet on the floor.
“Let me help you bathe,” he said, while helping me position myself under the water and beginning to soap me up.
I left the shower first, putting on the bathrobe and quickly heading to the door because someone was knocking. It was our breakfast.
They arranged all the food on the table and left. When Henry came out of the bathroom, he was fully dressed. His wet, tousled hair looked spectacular.
We had breakfast calmly in a comfortable atmosphere; even the moments of silence were comfortable. He told me many things about his company and made me promise that someday I would visit his office so he could show me all his projects. His company was in the technology sector, with a large clientele nationally and internationally. For my part, I told him about the hotel and particularly about my management role.
“The day I met you, had you been at the conference?” he asked.
