Peter’s heart hammers in his chest as he stands outside Elizabeth’s hotel room door, his fingers hovering over the knob. He’s debated this moment for hours, torn between the thrill of surprise and the fear of losing Elizabeth. But the memory of her voice on the phone—sultry, breathless, alive—pushes him forward. With a deep sigh, he knocks, his mischievous grin widening as he hears footsteps approaching from inside.
The door swings open, and Elizabeth stands before him, a vision in black lace lingerie that clings to her curves like a second skin. A satin black robe hangs to the floor, but it’s what lies beneath that tantalizes Peter the most. The balconette bra accentuates her full breasts, the sheer fabric hinting at the softness beneath. Her hips are wrapped in a high-waisted thong, the lace panels leaving little to the imagination. Her ivory skin glows under the warm light of the room. She looks like she’s stepped straight out of his wildest fantasies.
For a moment, neither of them speaks. Peter’s eyes drink her in, his gaze lingering on the way the lace dips between her breasts, the curve of her hips, the way her black hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders. Elizabeth’s green eyes sparkle with a mix of surprise and anticipation, her lips parting slightly as she takes in the sight of him.
“Peter,” she breathes, her voice low and inviting. “What are you doing here?”
He steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I couldn’t stay away. Not after that call. Not after hearing you like that.”
Elizabeth’s cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she steps back, holding the door open wider. “Well, I guess you can come in.”
The room is dimly lit, the curtains drawn. The air smells faintly of jasmine and vanilla, a scent that clings to Elizabeth. Peter closes the door behind him, his eyes never leaving hers. The tension between them is electric, charged with the unspoken desires they’ve only hinted at until now.
“You’re even more beautiful in person,” he murmurs, his voice throaty with want.
Elizabeth smirks, her confidence returning. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Peter. But you’re not so bad yourself.”
He chuckles, stepping closer until they’re barely inches apart. “I’ve been thinking about you. About that call. About what you sound like when you’re…” He trails off, his gaze dropping to her lips.
“When I’m what?” she prompts, her voice teasing.
“When you’re losing control,” he finishes, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face.
Elizabeth shivers at his touch, her body leaning into him instinctively. “And what if I told you I’m not the only one who loses control?”
Peter’s grin turns wicked. “Then I’d say we’re a perfect match.”
Before she can respond, he closes the distance between them, his lips pressing firmly against hers. The kiss is hungry, desperate, as if they’ve both been starving for this moment. Elizabeth moans softly, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, and she meets him with equal fervor.
As the kiss deepens, Peter’s hands move down her body underneath the robe, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips. His fingers brush the lace of her thong, and Elizabeth gasps into his mouth, her body arching toward him. He pulls back slightly, his breath coming in short gasps.
“You’re wearing this for me?” he asks,
Elizabeth’s smirk is pure mischief. “Maybe I just like how it feels against my skin.”
Peter’s eyes darken with a challenge. “Prove it.”
Without another word, Elizabeth turns, her hips swaying deliberately as she walks toward the bed. She drops the robe onto the floor. Peter follows, his gaze fixed on the way the lace hugs her ass, the way her thighs brush together with each step. She stops at the edge of the bed, turning to face him, her hands sliding down her body in a slow, sensual motion.
“You like what you see?” she purrs, her voice sensual and confident.
Peter’s throat goes dry. “Fuck, Elizabeth. You’re killing me.”
She laughs, a low, guttural sound that sends shivers down his spine. “Then come here and do something about it.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. In three long strides, he’s at the bed, his hands gripping her hips as he pulls her against him. Their lips crash together again, their bodies pressing, heat radiating between them. Elizabeth’s hands roam over his chest, his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she pulls him closer.
Peter breaks the kiss, his mouth trailing down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Elizabeth tilts her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Peter…”
“Yeah?” he murmurs against her skin.
“Don’t stop.”
He growls in response, his hands sliding down to grip the lace of her thong. With a swift motion, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and tugs it down, baring her to his gaze. Elizabeth’s breath hitches as he kneels before her, his eyes devouring her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps, his hands cupping her ass, squeezing gently.
Elizabeth’s cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Peter’s grin is pure sin. “Oh, I think I’m about to.”
He leans in, his lips brushing against her inner thigh, his breath ghosting over her core. Elizabeth shivers, her hands tangling in his hair as she steadies herself. He takes his time, kissing and nuzzling his way closer, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin. When his mouth finally connects with her, Elizabeth cries out, her hips bucking involuntarily.
“Fuck, Peter…”
He hums against her, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through her body. His tongue is relentless, lapping at her, tasting her, his hands holding her hips steady as he feasts. Elizabeth’s head falls back, her body trembling on the edge of release.
“Peter, I’m… I’m close,” she pants, her voice pleading.
He looks up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Come for me, Elizabeth. Let me feel you fall apart.”
His words push her over the edge. Elizabeth cries out, her body arching as pleasure washes over her, her juices flooding his mouth. Peter drinks her in, his tongue never stopping, his hands gripping her tightly as she rides out her orgasm.
When she finally comes down, Elizabeth is breathless, her body boneless. Peter stands, his eyes smoldering as he undoes his belt, his pants sliding down his hips. Elizabeth’s gaze fixes on his cock, thick and hard, pulsing with need.
“Your turn,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse.
Peter chuckles, stepping out of his pants. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
He joins her on the bed, his body hovering over hers, his hands tracing the lace of her bra. Elizabeth’s breath quickens as he unhooks it, baring her breasts to his gaze. His eyes darken as he leans down, his mouth closing over one nipple, his tongue swirling and sucking. Elizabeth moans, her hands gripping his hair, her body arching into him.
“Peter… please…”
He pulls back, his eyes locking with hers. “What do you want, Elizabeth?”
She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you inside me. Now.”
Peter’s grin is triumphant. “As you wish.”
He reaches for the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a condom. Elizabeth watches, her heart pounding, as he tears it open and rolls it on. When he’s ready, he positions himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he lines himself up with the entrance of her pussy box.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice rough.
Elizabeth nods, her breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck me, Peter. Hard.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. With one swift thrust, he buries himself inside her, their bodies connecting with a primal intensity. Elizabeth cries out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fills her completely.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his hips beginning to move.
Peter sets a relentless pace, his thrusts deep and powerful, his body driving into hers with unbridled passion. Elizabeth meets him with equal vigor, her hips rising to meet his, her body clinging to his as he pounds into her. The bed creaks beneath them, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room.
“Peter… harder…” Elizabeth pants, her voice desperate.
He growls in response, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he drives into her with even more force. Elizabeth’s head falls back, her body trembling on the edge of another orgasm.
“That’s it… right there…”
Peter’s thrusts become frantic, his body glistening with sweat as he chases his own release. Elizabeth’s nails dig into his back, her body tightening around him as she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.
“Peter… I’m…”
Her words are cut off by a deep groan as Peter follows, his body stiffening as he spills into the condom, his seed filling it to the brim. He collapses onto her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart pounding against hers.
For a long moment, they lie there, their bodies still joined, the aftermath of their passion lingering in the air. Elizabeth’s fingers trace lazy patterns on Peter’s back, her voice soft and content.
“That was… incredible.”
Peter chuckles, his lips brushing against her neck. “I’d say it was worth the trip.”
Elizabeth smiles, her arms wrapping around him. “I’m glad you came.”
He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking with hers. “Me too. But this isn’t over yet.”
Elizabeth’s eyebrows raise in challenge. “Oh? And what do you have in mind?”
Peter’s grin turns wicked. “I think it’s time for round two. And this time, I’m in control.”
Elizabeth’s smile is pure mischief. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”
As their lips meet again, she feels Peter’s hands slide between her thighs. Suddenly, the outside world intrudes. Peter’s phone buzzes insistently. Elizabeth senses Peter’s shift in focus as his expression darkens and he pulls away to reach for the phone. Elizabeth watches, a knot forming in her stomach, as he answers the call.
The news is bad as Elizabeth listens intently to Peter’s conversation. Her stomach twists up as he hangs up.
She knows what he’s going to say before he even opens his mouth.
