I looked at Alana lying on the bed – naked, freshly fucked and with my cum dripping from her pussy. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything so fucking sexy in my entire life.
I felt the anger surge in my chest as I remembered what she’d overheard those nasty, jealous bitches saying about her earlier. But then she smiled up at me and I felt my rage subsiding.
‘Why am I completely naked, and you’re still in your tux?’ she asked with a flash of her eyebrows.
‘Because naked is how I like you, princess,’ I said with a grin.
‘Well, I really like you naked too.’
‘Hmm. Pity you’re not in charge then, isn’t it? I have to make a few calls. Will you be okay?’
‘I’m sure I can keep myself occupied,’ she said with a roll of her eyes.
‘Roll those eyes at me again, princess, and you’ll feel my belt on your ass.’
‘Ooh, kinky,’ she giggled as she got up and walked towards me. She blew me a kiss as she walked towards the bathroom and I slapped her ass as she passed me.
‘Oh my God! This tub is huge!’ she cried as she popped her head back out of the room.
‘I know,’ I smiled. ‘Why don’t you run yourself a bath and I’ll join you as soon as I’m done?’
‘That sounds like a plan,’ she said as she disappeared back into the room. ‘This bathroom is bigger than my whole apartment back in New York. Oh, my God, you have one of those showers that does the thunderstorm thingy,’ she shouted and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. For a spoiled Manhattan princess, she sure was easily pleased.
Thirty minutes later, I walked into the bathroom to see Alana lying back in the huge jacuzzi tub with her eyes closed and a glass of champagne in her hand.
I started to unbutton my shirt as I watched her. She looked so peaceful and content that I almost felt guilty disturbing her. ‘Is there any of that champagne left for me, princess?’
She opened her eyes and smiled at me. ‘Of course. I saved you a little,’ she indicated the champagne in the ice bucket on the side of the tub and the glass beside it.
‘Well, can you pour while I undress?’ I said as I pulled off my shirt.
She glided over to the other side of the tub and poured me a glass while I took off the rest of my clothes. I slid into the hot, bubbling water and sighed. I didn’t use this thing nearly enough.
‘This is some bathroom you have here,’ she said with a grin. ‘Now, I get why you used to stay here so much.’
‘Actually, I’ve hardly used this tub. The shower is fucking epic though,’ I flashed my eyebrows at her.
‘You should get one for the house too.’
‘The tub or the shower?’
‘Both?’ she said.
‘You don’t like the bathrooms at the house?’ I asked. They were traditional and understated, I supposed. Giant roll top baths and huge walk in showers, but none of the high tech additions that the hotel had.
‘Actually, I love the bathrooms in the house,’ she said with a shrug. ‘They’re beautiful and relaxing.’
‘Well, now you can have the best of both worlds. We can stay here at the hotel any time you like.’
‘You mean, like I could just show up here one day while you’re working and decide we’re sleeping over?’
I nodded. ‘Whenever you want, princess.’
She downed the last of her champagne and placed her glass on the side. Then she chewed on her lower lip as she stared at me and I knew a question was coming.
‘How many women have you had sex with in this tub?’ she asked with a wicked grin on her face that I suspected was only partly due to the champagne.
‘None,’ I said as I finished my own glass and put it next to hers.
‘None? Really?’ she frowned.
‘Zero.’
‘But what’s the point of a tub like this if you don’t enjoy it?’
‘I think you’re misunderstanding the nature of my previous relationships. They weren’t about jacuzzi baths and champagne.’
‘What were they about then?’
‘You really need to ask?’
‘I just did.’
‘They were about sex. Nothing more.’
‘But, this tub is built for sex,’ she purred and I watched the flush creep up her neck and over her cheeks. ‘Isn’t it?’
‘Come over here and we’ll see.’
She pushed her body through the water until she was directly in front of me. I pulled her to straddle me, my cock already throbbing and nudging at her opening as I trailed kisses up her neck.
‘I think that you’re built for sex, Alana,’ I breathed in her ear and she whimpered as I rolled her hips over my cock.
‘What about your shower? Ever had sex in there?’ she breathed as she stared into my eyes.
‘Yes, a few times,’ I admitted. ‘But I can guarantee I never enjoyed it as much as I’m going to enjoy fucking you in it tomorrow morning.’
I felt her pussy clench on the tip of my cock. ‘You’ve got a filthy mouth,’ she breathed.
‘So you keep telling me.’
She edged herself further onto my cock as she ran her fingers through my hair and stared deep into my eyes. I felt like she was trying to see into my soul, and if she’d stared at me much longer, I might have just let her.
I lifted my hips and flipped her beneath me so she was kneeling on the ledge and I was kneeling on the base of the tub behind her.
‘Open wide, princess,’ I ordered and she spread her legs far apart. Reaching in front of her, I found her swollen clit and then I moved her body so that one of the jacuzzi jets was aimed directly onto the tender bud of flesh, leaving my hands free to roam up her body until I found her hard nipples and tugged them gently.
‘Alex,’ she gasped and I slid my cock deep inside her.
‘Have I ever told you how much I love fucking you?’ I growled in her ear.
‘No,’ she groaned and I felt her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me with her hungry little squeezes.
‘I can’t get enough of your tight little coño, and I’m going to use it whenever and wherever I want to, because it belongs to me, doesn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ she groaned as I pounded into her against the side of the tub while the jacuzzi jet pummeled her clit.
I carried on squeezing her breasts and tugging at her nipples while I spoke to her in Spanish – telling her how much I needed her and how I would never let her go.
Then I sucked on the soft skin of her neck. A few seconds later, I felt her orgasm crash over her like a wave and she roared my name when she finally let go. The sound of her voice echoing around the bathroom, and the feeling of her walls tightening around me tipped me over the edge.
‘Fuck, princess,’ I said in her ear as we caught our breath. ‘You were right. This tub was built for sex.’
‘Told you,’ she said with a sigh.
