Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover

Chapter 90 - Better, Baby? *

"That dress was made for you, love." He would say as he brushed away the strand of hair that had fallen on her cheeks. She would flutter her eyes in pleasure at his touch and smile softly at him.

"You chose them for me," she would say, taking a step back and twirling, showing off the clothes he had bought for her.

"I just want to see that dress on the bedroom floor. You can keep your shoes on, though," he would wink, making her giggle.

For the purpose of this ride, he would bring along a driver, who would wait for them in the parking lot. They would go hand in hand, searching for the car before they find it. Entering, she would straddle him without a shred of shame and run her fingers through his hair as their eyes remain locked on each other.

"You do live close by, right?" she would ask, her voice husky and filled with need.

He would surreptitiously look at the driver and find him with headphones in his ears and his eyes locked on the way ahead, completely ignoring the two of them. He would smile, knowing his driver had given him privacy and speak freely.

"We should reach in about fifteen minutes." He paused, looking at her lips before blinking. "I need you, baby," he whispered, despite himself.

"I may or may not have forgotten something while I was dressing," she would say, making him moan against her neck.

He would slide his hands under her dress and up her thighs and feel the softness of her skin. She would bite on her bottom lip as his fingers would find her swollen clit. He would pinch it as she rocked her hips back and forth, raising her hips and gripping his hand, repositioning it into the place she wanted it to be.

Taking the initiative, she would slide down on his fingers and quickly stifle her moan. "See what you do to me?" she would say, softly, her head quirking to her side, her hair falling over her shoulder, making her look like a devious angel. He would swirl his fingers inside her and rub her clit with his thumb as she worked on his fingers, her breathing getting heavier with each passing second. He would pull her face close to her and kiss her hard.

He knew that he would not let her get off in the car, so he would ease his fingers out of her and watch at her expression of surprise.

"Please?" she would beg, but he would not give in.

"No, we are going to my other apartment," he would whisper as he greedily sucked on her juices on his finger. She would gasp, slapping his arm, and looking over her shoulder to see if the driver had noticed.

If he had, he didn't show any signs of recognition.

He would pull her to the elevator when they got out of the car after asking the driver not to wait for them. They would rush inside the lift and impatiently slam on the buttons, waiting for the door to close. Just as the door was about to close, a group of people stopped them. Out of courtesy, they had to stall the doors and wait for them to fill in.

He would stare at her from the corner of his eyes and feel the heat radiating from their body. Impatience would bud in his heart and leave him yearning for a taste of her.

Finally, it was their floor and they would push the others over and get out, hand in hand, waiting for the door to close after them. They hastened their pace and she followed him blindly, letting him take her wherever he wanted. She willingly got in through the door behind him. No sooner had she entered than the door shut behind her and she was pushed up against it.

With a deviant look in his eyes, he would ask her in a soft voice, "Are you ready, love?" and she would nod. He would lower his head, taking in her scent before he swooped in for a kiss. He licked the corner of her lips, tasting her for the first time and taking in her flavour. He could only imagine how sweet she would taste and how her mouth would search for his. He would nibble on her lower lip, biting hard enough to elicit a moan from her. Feeling a little sorry, he caressed the spot with his tongue and then sucked on it gently to soothe it.

"Better, baby?" he would croon as he cradled her face in his hand and caressed her cheek with his thumb. She would make a noise of consent and he would close in the inches between their lips and kiss her. Open mouth kisses would rain on them, showing them exactly how much they wanted each other. In her ecstasy, she would trace his back with her fingers and find her hands moving to his shoulder and then to his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to her, never wanting to let him go.

When they parted, they would be gasping for air, still holding each other close, unwilling to let go.

"It's time for me to take a shower," she said apologetically.

"I'll come with you," he would proposition, but a sudden shy look in her eye would take him back. "Do you want me to come with you?"

She would shake her head. "I am all dirty from the ride here," she would say with a small smile, making him grin. "I'll wash off the grime and come out."

'You'll get sweaty soon enough,' he would think as he pointed towards the bathroom and pushed her in. He would hand her a big fluffy towel and ask her to take advantage of his well-stocked cabinet.

He would wait in the room, hearing the shower from inside the bedroom and congratulate himself for his luck. He had finally met her, thank god for that. He knocked on the door lightly and asked if she was okay in there when it had been close to forty-five minutes.

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