After saying a very quick goodbye to Joaquim who had high-fived Isaias and catcalled Liesl calling her a dirty girl, they were back in the limo on their way to the hotel. He had yanked her onto his lap, and she straddled his thighs, her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips fixed to his.
His hands were under her skirt, grabbing her lace covered ass with a firm grip as he rocked her over the evidence of his desire for her. They were both moaning hungrily as his fingers massaged and squeezed her.
“If anyone told me I’d be dry humping a woman six months before my fortieth birthday in the back of a limo, I would have laughed at them,” he groaned breathlessly as the car came to a halt. “You need to walk right in front of me the entire way to the suite or paparazzi are going to have a field day with the way my pants are busting at the seams.”
She giggled as she crawled off his lap. A knock on the window told them his security was in place and he mumbled under his breath in a language she didn’t know. “Are you cursing in Portuguese?”
“Yes. I have half a mind to have the driver circle for twenty minutes so we can finish back here before we head up to bed.”
She laughed as the door opened and she was helped out by security. Immediately there was yelling, and questions being tossed at them from reporters outside the hotel. She preceded him into the hotel, and she was surprised how six men flanked them all the way to the elevator. He held her hand tightly through the lobby while he conversed with one of the men in Portuguese but true to his words, he had her walking directly in front of him. Once they were in the elevator, the very hard reality of his desire poked her in the backside. He bent his head and whispered hot, naughty words in her ear which had her shivering with excitement.
She exhaled a nervous breath as they ascended quickly to the suite. When they stepped out, she looked around in awe. She was speechless. The room was opulent and sexy with candles everywhere and multiple bouquets of flowers. “Holy moly.”
He chuckled as he walked behind her and dropped a kiss to her nape. “You like?”
“Very much so. You did this for me?” she turned to face him, her eyes bugging out of her head. She was unable to focus on him as she continued looking around the room. She gave a low shriek when he swept her up in his arms and carried her across the room through doors to the bedroom and deposited her on the bed.
“I wanted it to be special. It’s not everyday an incredible woman introduces herself to me and helps me embark on an amazing journey.”
She was tugging her dress over her head, snarling when it got stuck around her head. He was laughing as he tried to unzip it.
“You are anxious.”
“I want you,” she said her eyes wide as she finally flung it away. She noted he was also kicking his clothes off with speed to match hers. Her panties flew past his head and her bra wasn’t far behind. She drew to her knees on the bed and reached for him as his shirt hit the floor.
He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her downward. She gave a loud moan of approval at his rough actions. His intention very clear, he wanted her mouth around his cock. She drew him deep as she leaned forward on the bed. He leaned forward and rubbed her back and her ass, reaching under her to play with her breasts and then back again. She felt one of his hands move to her hair and grip it in his hand, pushing her head further down his shaft.
She gagged at the abrupt movement and her fingernails of the hand she was holding onto his thigh with for leverage dug into his skin.
“That’s it Liesl, suck my cock. Fuck, you do it so well.” He helped her head bob up and down by way of the fist in her hair.
She slipped her free hand between her thighs and touched herself while he used her mouth. The flight, the car rides, the dancing, all of his filthy words and flirty wicked behavior had turned her into a wanton, mess of quivering need. She circled the nub which rose from it’s hood with vigor. She could feel herself getting close.
As if sensing she was approaching her orgasm, Isaias, growled out, “not without my help, gorgeous.” He pulled her mouth off him and flipped her onto her back, dragging her legs to the side of the bed and wrapping them around his hips before slamming deep past her folds. His strong hands replaced hers where she had been touching herself.
He was a man on a mission to get her as quickly as possible to the end goal and Liesl was grateful. Her body, sideways on the bed, slid back and forth with the intensity of his thrusts. She clawed at the duvet on the bed trying to keep traction, but it was a fruitless endeavor.
With ferocity her orgasm ripped through her, and she moaned as three pumps later, Isaias was filling her to the brim with his own. Not bothering to remove himself from her, he flopped over her, panting as he let his weight crush her into the mattress.
“God, I thought for sure I wasn’t going to make it.” He kissed her earlobe before nipping it. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
“You did it on the plane.”
“Wasn’t enough.” He whispered. “Something about you Liesl, makes me lose control.” He lifted on an elbow and stared at her, “I like the feeling.”
“You like feeling out of control?”
“I like the feeling of you. You turn me on, Liesl. It’s invigorating and exciting.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You make me hungry.”
“Hungry?” she giggled at his phrasing.
“Ravenous, insatiable, desperate for more,” he ground his hips against her. “I want to come a thousand times in a thousand different ways and it’s all because of how you make me feel.”
“Horny?” she gave a breathy groan as her thrust against her.
“No. Alive,” he moaned as she tightened against him. “So very alive, Liesl.”
“I feel the same,” she admitted as dug her heels into his thighs, tilting her hips upwards, only slightly surprised he was already moving again as if ready for a repeat. “As if I’ve been sleeping and you’ve awakened the real Liesl.” She gave a low moan as he slowly picked up pace, “damn, Isaias, how are you ready again so quick.”
“Surely, as an artist you understand when a person feels inspired,” he cracked a toothy grin.
She wound her arms around his neck and drew his head towards her. “Who am I to deny your inspiration,” she questioned as they locked their lips together.
Throughout the night, Isaias demonstrated over and over the power of having Liesl as his muse. She was not disappointed.
