#doodle talks

It dawned on you, perhaps too late, while reaching for what was not your first crystalline flute of champagne, in the large vineyard ballroom, watching the final in a long line of university friends spin around the dance floor in the arms of her only hours ordained husband, that you were the last one of your friends to be married. 

And you weren’t even close. 

Champagne’s tart static dries your tongue and clenches your throat as it descends, its bubbles make tears burn the backs of your eyes. You closed them, praying that the clinging moisture of your eyelids will be enough to keep the tears away. When you open your eyes again, you turn your neck, following one of the draped fabric along the ceiling across the ballroom and down to where the bridesmaids admire the dancing couple, three of them hold hands, the one in the middle is eased down into a chair, slipping off one of her shoes with the toe of the other foot. Her belly is rounding out beautifully, probably just over four months, maybe five. In just a few months her and her husband will welcome their second child into the world. You'd heard third-hand that it would be a girl. 

You had wondered infrequently about what it would be like to be a mother. More frequently, you let your mind wander toward being married. Toward being part of a pair, a half of a whole; waking up with someone who you fell asleep with the night before, and the night before that, and the night before that. To have a standing dinner date every night, even if it was just on the couch, or standing in the same kitchen. To never have to attend another event alone. Be it a gala, a wedding, or just the movies. 

You scan the room once more, a pair of grandparents, whether belonging to the groom or the bride you couldn’t discern, sat together, watching the dance floor. He held her hand in her lap, their wedding bands catching the intelligent roving lights every once in a while, bouncing right into your eyes light a blinding laser. The sight made you crumble in a pile of confectioners sugar, powdery and pathetic, substanceless and shallow. The inside of your skin blazed hot and shamed, the surface staying dangerously, clammy cool. Your dress’ satin felt damp and cloying, almost sticky against your back. 

You weren’t sure when it had happened, but looking around the wedding, you realized every one of the friends who you had attended the preceding weddings with were now paired off. You had attended their weddings, your group dwindling in numbers more and more until this moment, when you became a party of one. You hadn’t even brought a date to this wedding. Hell, you hadn’t had a date in weeks. It had always felt like a given, an eventuality, a certainty that you would be married. But standing here now, empty glass, empty ring fingered, empty hearted….you realize that it may not be. Plenty of people don’t get married, plenty of people get married and shouldn't have. Marriage, by itself, didn’t guarantee happiness, it didn’t guarantee love and support or whatever, but in this moment you felt as though it would have given you a step closer to that future, and perhaps you have fallen short. You failed to board the right train, and now you were stuck on a platform all alone. The partners of your past flash before you in an instant, the faults and problems that existed in each one of them, now gone, and your chest fills with the acidic hubris of choosiness. Why did you have to be so fucking particular? What did you have to show for your ‘standards’ or your particularity? Why couldn’t you have just settled? How many people in this room, old and young, settled and found happiness still? And how could you have thought that you were better than them for not having done so? 

At least they weren’t alone. 

Your breath shudders in and the back of your hand rushes to your mouth, trying to cover the heave that rushes out of you. Only your center most fingers touch your lips, and feel icy cold against your lip gloss sticky skin. Hurrying out, you abandon the glass, teetering close to the edge of the bar’s retrieval counter. But you didn’t stop to see if it fell or not, you hurried out one of the side doors and straight through to an emergency exit. If there was an alarm to be tripped, it was silent. You burst into the evening sunset lit air. Shaking, heaving breaths rattling through your chest, your hands on your knees, hot tears streaking down your cheeks, your foundation melting away and down your neck in their salty wake. 

The cool air penetrates into your heavy lungs, but does nothing to quell the heaving cries. To avoid falling forward, you stumble to the exterior wall of the building, keeping yourself up with one hand and panting between sobs, trying to catch and control your breath. Your heels scrape on the stone alley, this area gives way to the side part of the front gardens of the venue. You whimper in pathetic breath and press yourself into the outer wall. Your spiral closes in on itself, fixating on a single image; your carry-on suitcase, set open on the luggage rack in your hotel room, solitary and singular. No partner’s luggage accompanying. No watch resting on your nightstand, no razor next to yours in your shower. Another weep wracks through your body. 

“You okay?” The voice stills you instantly, shock and shame curling around your neck. 

You stand slowly, holding onto the wall still shaky on your legs. You turn slowly, letting your hand fall and your back become your support, leaning against the wall. You swallow hard, looking at the Man in the brown suit. He had turned on his head to face you, his body still facing out toward the vineyard, a cigarette’s smoke curling up toward the sky. He’s tall and tan, his eyes are trained on you cautiously. He takes a drag, his eyes flick down to your shaking knees, and back up to your wet, weepy face. 

“Yeah--I’m okay…I’m--” Your throat cinches tightly, and you feel the tears well up and you crumble again, your hands on your knees, wailing openly down to the cement. 

Shiu isn’t sure what to do. He had stepped out for a smoke less than two minutes ago, his cigarette not even halfway over. The vineyard’s ballroom had heated quickly as the reception carried on; alcohol and body heat making his cheeks burn, the collar of his shirt too tight under his tie, he needed fresh air. And well, tainted air. He slipped out easily, the groom was a friend from his first life. Back when he was still a detective, back when his life was simple and his hands were unbloodied. The faces in the reception hall were too kind, too gentle to know that they were in company with a man like him. 

He watched as piecey, stratus clouds covered the layered sunset above, the earliest, brightest stars beginning to peek out from the darkest layers. The sound of the side exit door bursting open turns his head just in time to watch a woman in a satin lavender gown. Weeping sobs shuddered through her body. He looked around for a moment, no one else was out here, it was obvious that she had run out here to do…this privately. And despite him having gotten here earlier, he felt like he was intruding. He considered going back to his cigarette, maybe even taking out his cell phone and faking a call, trying to avoid some embarrassment for you. But when you try to cover a shaky gasp, he feels a knot forming in his stomach. 

“Do you need…” He scans you up and down, “...any help? Maybe I could get someone for you?” 

You shook your head, pressing the backs of your hands into your eyes, trying to cork up the waterfall. When you pull them back you can’t even spare a moment to assess the damage to your mascara before cloudy vision takes over and you have to lean against the wall again. Your throat was tight, shaking breaths clawing up, begging for a way out, that was collapsed. 

“Hey…hey..” His voice is distant, the rest of his words are garbled and unintelligible. 

Your breath trembles, on sharp gasping exhales manage to break through, you try to turn your face up to him but the blood swirls around your head, and your knees tremble. You hear him again, maybe another call for your attention, maybe another offer to find someone to help; it sounded too far away, or too muffled and close to be made out. Your blood filled your ears, the pounding of your own heart drowned out his voice and a dark vignette began to consume your vision. 

But its curtain fall is stopped by the feeling of his hand closing around your waist. A steady hand at your back, supporting you, suspending you as your body had just begun to tremble. 

“Here, whoa, hold on to me.” His voice was authoritative but non-threatening.

Your head swung on your neck until it met with sturdy support covered in soft brown cotton. He held your arm in one hand, the other on the outer side of your waist.

"It's okay…You're okay, lean on me." His voice in your ear was sturdy and supportive.

You turn your body into his, wrapping your arm around his neck. You could smell cologne; something rich and warm mixed with cigarette smoke that clung to his skin and the fabric of his suit jacket. You rubbed your cheek on the lapel, the smell of tobacco making your head fuzzy, the sobs amplifying the whirling, spinning sensation. You sunk into his chest further. Tears welled up and spilled over once more, desperate, wimpy tears full of humiliation. You were too humiliated at your behavior to even stop yourself. You wanted to disintegrate into him, to crumble completely and fall apart. You wept harder, snot and tears sinking into the fabric of his suit.

His hand patted tentatively at your back., "You're going to be okay. Really. Come on, don't cry."

Your hands gripped into his lapels tighter, your knuckles turning white.

"What happened, huh?" He held your shoulders, trying to pull you back to face him.

You let him pull you off of his chest, to look into your puffy, mascara covered eyes. He runs his thumb under your eye, swiping away the freshest batch of tears that had begun to leak. He had a slender face with narrow features and a thin mustache above his cat like lips. Dark lashes over dark eyes looking at you, caution and concern pooling in dark mahogany pools.

Your chest twitches as you attempt to speak, but nothing manages to come out.

"Catch your breath. It's okay." He holds you steady, squeezing your arms occasionally, simulating breath.

Your lungs follow his instruction, the breaths are shaky and weak at first, but grown deeper and steadier after the fourth of fifth exhale. You swallow hard, the air formed into a hard lump. He nodded as your breath evened out.

"Good."

You were coming back to yourself now. Feeling the fresh, new air filling your deflated body. Your eyes darted around, to his hands on your shoulders, the bow of his lips, the gentle look in his eyes. Warm, dark brown, flecks of amber and dark charcoal mixing in a hypnotic swirl of color and comfort. You let out a deep, shaky breath; the full capacity of your lungs renewed with clean, non-hyperventilated air.

He nods once more, lips curling into a smile, "Good, do you want me to get someone for you?"

You shook your head, feeling the creep up of lonely shame icing each vertebrae, "No, I-I'm okay. I'm okay."

"You sure, you looked pretty…" He considers his words carefully, analyzing your fragile condition, "…panicked. Can I get you a drink?"

He released your shoulders carefully, and. you let your full weight sink back into your heels, sensation other than anxiety was returning to your body, your feet ached, "You have another cigarette?"

"Sure." He stood at his full height, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out a tan and white carton of cigarettes, shaking one out and passing it to you.

You put it between your lips and he was quick to light it. Smoke curls through your mouth, coating your tongue and throat; a pleasant, familiar numbness blanketing your senses. You let your eyes close, wet lashes kiss the tops of your cheeks, and the nicotine drapes itself heavily over the building headache that drummed behind your eyes. You took another drag and let your eyes open, the setting sun casts a warm orange haze over everything, it looked as though the whole world was submerged in an aperol spritz. You could use an aperol spritz, you could use a shot of tequila. Nothing paired better with a cigarette than a good stiff drink. You wondered if you asked after changing your mind, if he would get you a drink. You had probably run out of favors that you could ask of him, smoking his cigarette and crying on his chest.

He stood in front of you, hands now tucked in the pockets of his brown suit pants. It was obvious he was trying to keep watch over you while also not trying to stare and make you uncomfortable. Maybe it was the dopamine drain, or the nicotine, or the adrenaline dump, but honestly you didn't care about how embarrassed you should be right now. You didn't care that you could feel your mascara trying in clumps on your cheeks, clumps that had twins stains on the lapel of his suit jacket. You were sure that your lipstick was smudged to hell and your foundation surely had tracks through it where your tears had split it. Hell, it wasn't like it could get worse.

Until you shifted your weight and felt the knotting pain in your calf muscle. Instinctively, you raise your leg, which only further tightens and exacerbates the pain. You rock forward, grabbing onto his arm again, so hard he has to step back to keep from falling.

"Agh! fuck!," You cry, "Fuck, are you kidding me?"

"Are you okay?" He grips your arms tight, holding you up, keeping pressure off your leg.

"I- Fuck, my leg. It's—-fuck, I can't believe this. Ow!" You tried to extend your leg and bright white pain shot through you, collapsing further onto him.

"Is it cramping? Here, sit." He brought you over to one of the stone benches facing the garden, sitting you down, taking the seat next to you, and pulling your legs into his lap.

Shiu, without considering it for even a moment, began to massage the back of your calf. Long, spindly fingers digging into the muscle of your leg, trying to work out the knot. His other hand closed over your shin, smoothing up and down gently, soothing the rising panic and pain. As his thumbs dug further, you whined in pain. But the sweet, relieving pain that burns first before soothing.

Shiu wished the bench was larger, or that there had been another seat, some way that he could sit where your leg was directly over the front of his pants. You still wore your shoes, strappy, champagne colored heels that fastened above your ankle. He brushed one finger over the buckle,

"May I?" He looked up to you through his lashes.

You nodded and gave a weak whimper, desperation influencing you through the panic.

Shiu unbuckled your heel and set it on the other side of his lap, where it wouldn't fall or get dirty. He hesitated a moment before taking the arch of your foot into his hand and stretching it back. You cried out for a moment, trying to pull your leg away, but he kept your leg in place against his thigh.

"It's alright. You're alright. Let me." He smiles, and your anxiety softens.

You bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to pull away again. The cramp hurt like hell, and you probably couldn't walk back inside if you did want to. Fuck, you didn't want to. Maybe this was fate. You still held the cigarette in your fingers, you didn't want to waste something of his, not that you had already totally humiliated yourself.

Shiu focused completely on the feeling of your leg relax under his touch. The satin of your skirt pooled around your knees, cold against the back of his hand, your skin warm under his palms. He had always found legs sexy, developed an aptitude for massage so he could be of service to them. It was less predatory than it sounded, it wasn't like he sat on the street offering women free massages so he could get his rocks off. He learned he had a knack for it with his first early partners, and honed it further and further out of enjoyment. Enjoyment for the legs, the muscle, the skin, the pleasure it offered the owners of those legs. It was rare these days that he got to use his skill as a masseur, and it felt nice to be useful, needed. So rarely did he feel like these hands of his could offer real good.

He bent your foot back, feeling the hamstring pull taut. His eyes flicked up to your face, watching it curl in discomfort, your eyes open and watching him cautiously. He carries on, he can feel the knot beneath your skin, the muscle hard and tense. He works his fingers up and down in small circles, bending your foot back and forth to keep the muscles moving and nubile.

"You're alright. Probably dehydrated." He nods along as he feels your muscle begin to release.

You let out a large sigh, finally feeling the cramp give and relax. Finally, you were able to sit up. He kept his hands on your leg as you sat up, taking a few deep breaths.

"Fuck…thank you. You're really good at that." You supported yourself with your other hand outstretched on the bench.

He nods, "Don't mention it. Seems like you've had a rough night. I thought everyone liked weddings."

"I do! Well, I usually do. I always have— and I was enjoying this one, a lot, it's beautiful and I'm so happy for them I think I just got—" You ran your hand over your head, "I don't know… lonely?"

"Boyfriend couldn't come?"

You look at him flatly, "Are you making fun of me?"

Shiu shook his head, "No of course not."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"I didn't realize I just assumed.."

"Why, because I'm too old?"

"What?"

"Look, I know I'm a little old to be unmarried but it's not like I'm not trying!"

"I didn't say you—"

"It's harder than you think, okay? It's so much easier for men, no one is pressuring you about your biological clock or saying that your only worth is in your ability to be a wife and a mother and even if you don't want to they still ask you over and over and then suddenly you're the only one who isn't married and all of your friends are or pregnant or having second kids. I have a friend from college who is on her third! THIRD!"

His hand on your leg squeezed lightly, breaking you out of your spiral, making you look at him.

"That all sounds overwhelming. That'd make it hard to have a good night. That what sent you out here?"

You nodded, looking out to the vineyard, seeing the sparkling hung lights down the rows being to illuminate. You hand him back the back quarter of the cigarette that had extinguished itself. He takes it, offering an easy smile. He retrieved his lighter again and placed the rolled paper between his lip, lighting it again. The sheen from your lipstick stains the filter, and now transfers to his lips. His lips are full and straight, the gentle shiny pink suits him. He inhales and passes it back to you.

"You want to go back in?" His voice is clipped, still holding the smoke back.

You take it, blinking the smoke out of your eyes, "Not really."

"Me neither." Shiu watches you inhale.

You looked him over, "Why are you out here?"

"Stepped out for a smoke." He shrugged in a way that made you aware it was an excuse.

"So why are you still out here. Anyone else probably would have bailed the moment I came…tumbling out." You passed the cigarette back to him.

Shiu accepts, and thinks for a moment, night has fallen full now, moonlight reflects off your teary face, your satin dress, "Seemed like maybe you didn't wanna be alone."

"Oh…well, thank you. You're right, I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want too make such a scene either."

He lets out an easy chuckle, taking another drag, "its not a wedding if someone doesn't make a scene."

"Well then," You took the cigarette from him making a little show of a mock toast, "many years of joy to the happy couple and many healthy children. Maybe that'll count as my gift."

He laughed again, "I'm Shiu."

You offered a hand along with your name, "Nice to meet you."

He shook your hand, returning it to your ankle in his lap.

"Bride or Grooms side?" You passed him the cigarette once more.

"The groom was a former coworker of mine. Honestly, I was shocked to be invited, I haven't heard from him in a while." Which wasn't entirely true, it was more that Shiu couldn't reach out anymore, it was too dangerous.

"He's a nice guy. I'm glad she picked him." You nodded, turning your face back toward where the wedding hall would be inside.

Shiu nodded, ashing the cigarette on the side of the bench, letting the butt fall. You noticed his middle finger moving mindlessly over your ankle bone, he had made no effort or indication to get your legs out of his lap, or to bring you back inside. Maybe he didn't want to be alone either. Shit, was he alone? You hadn't asked.

You clear your throat, "Is your, uh, girlfriend going to be looking for you?"

A new expression of his shows itself to you, something…smug, almost flirtatious, "There's no one inside waiting for me."

His hand spreads out flatly around the curve of your ankle, not yet gripping, but certainly a progression of some kind.

"Me either." You smile, teeth tugging on your bottom lip.

It took no time for the meaning between the two of you to become clear. It took only slightly more for your shoe to be put back onto your foot, for you both to rush inside, for you to distract the bartender by continuing your fake weeping and needing cocktail napkins while Shiu steals a bottle of wine. It took even less time for you to sneak one of the desert display plates and rush to the elevator while the dance floor was the soul focus of the night. Pair of thieves that you were, you giggled only once the metal doors shut completely. Shiu stepped in front of you, crystal glasses held between two of his fingers, sweating chilled wine bottle in his other hand. You watch him lament the fullness of his hands, and you stretch up to kiss him. Shiu has to force himself to stretch his hands out so he doesn't try to wrap them around you and drop the glasses onto the hard elevator tile. You kiss him again, smelling the spiced, tobacco warm smell of his skin, you feel the soft brush of his mustache against the skin above your lip. Both of your hands are occupied, you can't pull him in the way you want to. His height gives him the advantage to press you back against the wall, but you use this added support, to lift one leg, moving it up the back of his, pulling him in further. Shiu moans and his mouth is quick to try and slip his tongue into yours, but the ding of the elevator's arrival to your floor breaks you apart. You lead him out, down the hall of rooms, stopping at the one you had checked into last night. You try to balance the tray of treats in one hand so you can retrieve your keycard from your purse.

Shiu leers over you from behind, the hand with glasses, moving down your arm and taking the tray from you, freeing you up to search freely. His breath is warm on your neck as he leans down. You dig through your purse, various cosmetics tubes rolling. Shiu kisses the side of your neck, you can feel his lips curling into a cat-like smile, you feel his body pressing against your back.

"Can't find the key?" He teases, warm breath wet against where he laid his lips before.

"I'm a bit distracted." Your eyes flutter and you rest your head back against him.

Shiu pulled back only a centimeter, "Should I stop so you can look?"

You felt the clean edge of a hotel keycard, pulling it free and pressing it to the lock, the chime of entry ringing.

"Well done." Shiu kisses the shell of your ear.

You giggle your way forward into the suite. One large king bed, that earlier tonight made you anxious at the thought of space, but now was tremendously charged with intention. Shiu shuts the door behind himself and is quick to join you further inside. There is a small desk toward the back of the room, before the door to a small terrace. He sets the wine and glasses down and begins to remove his coat, reaching up to unbutton the top button behind his tie. Which he clearly needed, because a gentle moan escapes him. You take his coat and hang it in the closet and return to the edge of thee bed to take a seat. You cross one leg over the other to begin to unbuckle its strap.

"May I?" Shiu's voice is low and fully imbued with desire.

You flick your eyes up at him, he is pulling his tie loose, you can see the deep blush creeping up his neck, matching the flush across his nose and cheeks. Eyes full of deep, carnal want, lips wet and parted. You drop your leg.

"You may." You lean back on your hands, waiting for his next move.

Shiu kneels slowly, settling onto his knees, and bending forward to crawl toward you. Its not a long distance, but even the few feet of his crawl makes your heart pound in your chest. He settles in front of you, sitting back on his heels, taking one ankle in his hands and bring it up.

He ran his middle finger over the gold, chainlinked anklet you wore, "pretty."

He says it so low, you almost aren't sure he means for you to hear it. You watch with wide, aroused eyes as he presses the sole of your heel onto his chest, his eyes fluttering shut and letting out a heady, harsh moan. He finds the buckle between his index finger and thumb, his other hand closing over the top of your foot. He unbuckles the ankle trap, sliding his fingers over the indention the wear of them had made.

Shiu's mother always told him that a woman's feet swell when they wear high heels, and still they do, subjecting themselves to pain and discomfort for the sake of beauty. How generous.

He set your shoe to the side and pressed your barefoot against his chest, holding it against his heart. You can feel his heartbeat through the bottom of your foot, its racing, pounding hard. Shiu smooths his hand back down the top of your foot, your ankle, and over your shin bone before setting it down and replacing it with the other. He repeats the process of removing your shoe gentle, easing over where the vamp had impressed a hard semi circle behind the last knuckle of your toes. He presses your left foot to his chest once again, stroking up your leg. You can't do anything but watch as he worships your feet. They ached from your heels, from the running around, the day of wear, you could get use to this kind of care.

Shiu took it into his hand once more, pressing his thumb into the ball of your foot, rubbing out the tension.

His voice is heavy with drippy arousal, "Does that feel good?"

You nod, swallowing down the drool that he was drawing out of you. Your other foot slides across the floor, meeting the front of his pants. Shiu lets out a hard groan, squeezing his hand around the foot on his chest, his hips rolling forward.

"Oh? Do you like that, Shiu?" You arch your foot, sliding your big toe across the front seam of his pants, not pressing hard enough to feel the stiffness growing between his legs. But you could feel the heat.

He nods, rolling his hips. Then you can feel the firm erection encased in his expensive suit pants. His left hand drops to press the sole of your foot against the length of his erection. The impressive length of his erection. The deliciously impressive length of his erection.

The moan he lets out is almost as sultry as the heat you can feel behind his zipper. He ruts his hips against the arch of your right foot, and slides the left up his chest and over his shoulder. Your abs are beginning to shake in the awkward curl you are sustaining to watch him, so you let your self sink back into your elbows, keeping your shoulders after the mattress so you can still see him. But, surely sensing your discomfort, or maybe through with his own, he leans, coasting his tongue along the length of your leg on his way between your legs. Cool saliva on hot skin catching the overworking air conditioning of the hotel room. You slide back further on the mattress, petting him through the pants with your other foot.

Shiu catches your teasing foot and presses it against himself for one perfect moment, allowing his eyes to close blissfully, before moving that leg over his other shoulder. Still on his knees at the edge of the bed, he pulls your hips down, and you fall onto your back , your hand eager to reach for him. You catch the end of the strands of his hair, the knobs of his knuckles, the sides of his hand, but he is moving you too much, manhandling you down onto your back, pulling you r hips up so he can slide your dress up over your ass, scrunching it up at your waist. You feel the cool air on the gusset of your panties before you catch sight of his drooling, lust filled expression.

Maybe it was a selfish idea to wear white lace panties to someone else' wedding, but these never made panty lines, and in satin, that was a minor miracle. But the miracles would not end there, because it looked like Shiu might have developed actual heart eyes in place of pupils.

His hands melted down your legs, lovestuck eyes darting up for permission before he pulled them to the side. You nodded breathlessly, finished with the teasing, with the dance, you want him—needed him now, and it appears he was just as spent. One blunt thumb moved up the soaked seam of your cunt, reverent and grateful. A long forgotten urge to pray before eating flashed through his mind for a moment, it must be the traditions of the wedding still raging downstairs leaking up the floors of the hotel.

The same thumb pulled your panties aside, he watched as the arousal you had leaked clung in desperate strings to the fabric, as though your pussy itself was too shy to show herself. He felt a bloom of affection in the middle of his throat as he leaned down to kiss her. A sacred, romantic first kiss, to relax her and himself, hopefully it would sound the dual throbbing pulses in his chest and cock.

You had to fight to keep your hips on the mattress as his lips met yours beneath. And as a reward for your good behavior, he kissed again, this time letting his tongue slip between your outer lips and taste the whimper inducing softness of your inner lips. All four of the hands in the room flew to grasp the others owner; you grabbed his forearm and the hair at the crown of his head, he grabbed your right thigh and used his left hand to press on your waist, as though he anticipated your attempts to arch your back off the mattress or lurch forward and interrupt his meal. Shiu lapped into your pussy, this time using his tongue to map our the layout, immediately finding the clit at the top and circling it before returning lower and tasting the opalescent spill that it wrought out.

A throaty whine ruminates from you as you roll your hips against his tongue. Shiu's eyes roll back in his head, delighting in the feeling of the whole of your rosy sex across his face. He nuzzles his nose against your swelling clit as he laps fervently at your oozy hole. He wondered how long it had been since you had been tasted. Hell, how long had it been since he tasted someone. He had never tasted anyone so delicious, so sweet and salty, so scintillatingly erotic against his tongue. You reach the back of his neck, gripping hard the hot column, digging your nails in to his skin.

Shiu moans at the feeling of your nails indenting his skin. Secretly, he hopes they pierce all the way through. You grip hard, crying out with abandon as he laps up the expanse of you once again.

"Shiu…Shiu—sogoood,fu—Shiu—" Your voice is flighty and weak as you attempt to praise him, to beckon him upward.

Even if you had found the voice to tell him, he would not have left your sweet pussy, he could not. Not until his curiosity has been quelled. Not until he knows what your climax tastes like. Until then, he is doomed to the feint touches of the bedskirt against his weepy cock as he pumps his hips into nothing but his zipper.

"You taste so good, pretty girl. So good." He slurps nastily into your pussy.

Your feet dig at his back as his tongue gains confidence. You dig your heels into his shoulder blade, which makes him moan into you, the resonate timbre of his voice sending vibrations into already pleasure slickened sex.

"aaaghhhh… Shiu— yes Shiu. Your fingers, please, want your fingers. ooooh, baby, yes." You grind your hips into his mouth.

Not one to ignore instruction, Shiu is quick to slide two fingers in a V across the either side of your pretty pink pussy, massaging as his tongue still works over your clit. He knew what his next course of action was. Whether you would be able to stand it—he would have to find out.

With his hand off your waist, your back snaked up and of the bed in sultry waves. Arching and rolling into his tongue over and over again. Shiu brings his V'd fingers up and down, daringly close to the hole you craved him in. Your whines grew louder, more frequent. He sucked at your clit, setting the nerves ablaze in sensation. He was shameless, wanton, completely in control. And you were completely at his mercy. You could feel yourself dangerously close, you tried to take deep breaths to prepare yourself, but you felt your stomach begin to shake.

Shiu felt it too, before you whined out his name once more, warning coating your voice, he already knew. He could feel it, the way your clit throbbed against his tongue, twitching wildly in unpredictable patterns, the way your hole clenched around nothing in anticipation of being filled. Shiu may have been a killer, but he wasn't cruel. Your voice rose in pitch, the hand on the back of his neck squeezed tighter, your hips began to jerk, and Shiu slipped two fingers into you. Curling them immediately upon entry, carrying on with his clit-sucking, making you cry out as climax overtook you. Your thighs clapped over his ears, your heels beat against his back, your voice must have reached the roof and above. Shiu licked your pussy until you came to yourself enough to kick him away gently with one foot on his shoulder. A foot he then caught and kissed the bottom of as he began to unbutton his shirt.

"What the hell are you?" You panted in disbelief, watching the sex show of a man before you, worshiping your foot and stripping himself bare.

Shiu gives you a lusty smile, pulling his shirt apart and his tie over his head before setting your foot back down and standing. Having come back to yourself finally, you rush to beat his hands to his belt. as you work to slide and unclasp the belt's buckle Shiu takes your face in his hands and tilts it upward. You take time to admire his body as he tilts you to face him. He is lean and lithe, not over grown with muscle. The warm tan skin is even but for the dusting of black hair below his belly button and up the center line of his stomach and across his chest. The same color and texture as his mustache. Holding your chin, he leans down to kiss you. Bizarre to consider this was only the second time kissing you, and now he was passing the taste of your own orgasm back to you.

"Take off your dress," He speaks against your lips.

You nod, kissing him back and letting your hands wander his exposed torso. Your tongue licks into his mouth, he massages your tongue with his, his thumbs petting your cheeks. Both of you moan happily and you push him back to stand, turning around and pressing your ass against the front of his half unbuckled pants. Shiu's hands automatically hold your hips, and you look back at him over your shoulder.

"Will you unzip me?" You flirt.

Shiu smiles, "I'd be honored."

He leans over you, putting either of his long, toned arms on either side of you. Instead of taking your zipper and lowering it by hand, Shiu lowers his mouth, clasping the metal pull tab between his teeth and pulling.

"Oh!" Your hips push back against him, you can't stop yourself, its too erotic, the brush of his teeth occasionally against the sensitive skin of your back, "Shiu…"

He smiles to himself, the pull tab stopping just above the triangle of white lace at the cleft of your ass. He stretches out his tongue, returning back up your spine, the way he came. He licks in one long line up to your neck, kissing the slope between your ear and shoulder. Shiu reaches underneath you and pulls you up to stand in front of him, the satin of the dress slipping down your body and beginning to pool around your feet. You turn to face him, chest bare, only in your panties and return your hands to his waist band.

"Kiss me." He mumble, pulling your face towards him again, the fire between you roars wildly as he kisses you again, you blindly fumble with his belt, eventually hearing it give away with a sharp jingle.

You hum happily against his lips, turning back toward the bed, keeping one hand on his waistband as you do. He follows your lips with his desperately, not wanting to part with you long enough to even breath. As you turn in his grasp, he slides his hands up and down your body, groping and squeezing everything that he can, as though you will evaporate from him, as though you are a dream that he will wake up from too soon. You crawl onto the bed, snaking your hips in front of him, back and forth, he unbuttons and drops his pants to join your dress on the floor. You watch over your shoulder as he rubs himself through his briefs, watching you move on the bed.

"You like watching me, baby?" You sway your hips enticingly.

He nods, squeezing his wet cock. You rest on your shoulder, sliding your hands up the backs of your thighs slowly, tantalizingly. Shiu smirks at your game, it was your turn to show off for him. You smooth your hands along your ass, relishing in the feeling of your own soft skin, the fleeing of his eyes on you, watching your every movement.

You loop your thumbs into the sides of your panties, singing back too him, "I'll show you miiiine…"

You hear Shiu chuckle behind you, "Uh-huh."

You slide them down your legs, letting them fall to your knees. You spread yourself apart for for Shiu, letting him see your holes. You hear a shaky breath and look over your shoulder to see a man possessed. He is memorized by you, but he is a man of his word. Shiu removes his briefs, freeing his lock, slick cock. He casts them aside and joins you on the bed, moving on his knees behind you now pumping his cock at the spread you have given him. He runs one finger of his free hand from the top of your pussy back and up to the cleft of your ass, making you shiver as your post orgasm wetness coats your ass.

"Beautiful." Shiu marvels.

"You're one to talk," You can't take your eyes off the long, pretty, uncut cock he pumped for you.

"Yeah?" He flirts down to you, leaning over and supporting himself with his hand on either side of your head.

This brings the tip of his cock to ghostly proximity to your twitching, revved up pussy. He kisses your neck, each movement bringing your sexes in together for an all too brief kiss.

"Shiu, please, I can't wait anymore…" You falter, you feel drunk, you feel like you may faint.

Shiu's hands grab your sides, turning you onto your back underneath him. Manhandling your legs to remove your panties and hitch your legs over his hips. The contact of your slick cunt against his shaft nearly makes him break. You buck your hips up against him, soaking the length of his cock, feeling the thing, veiny skin. Shiu places your legs over his shoulders again, encasing his cock in the soft coss section of flesh of your pussy and thighs, lubricated by your own slick. His resolve slips for a moment and he lets out a weak, feathery moan, his neck falling back in ecstasy. He pumps his hips a few times, deciding to allow himself a moment of absolute selfishness, perfect blooming pleasure just for him. You watch the tip of his cock disappear and reappear between your legs, his hands reaching up to massage your breasts, pressing them together, watching how they squish so perfectly. Shiu thinks he might collapse before ever entering you.

You grab his hands, squeezing your breasts with his hands, giving him a nasty moan at the way his cock lurches against your slit. You nod at him, catching his eyes in your sultry, droopy eyed gaze. Shiu is breathless and wet mouthed as he returns your nod. You release his hands and he angles himself with your tight ring of muscle, even this brief kiss of contact is enough for him to feel you start to suck him in. And who is he to deny you anything. Shiu glides inside, filling you inch by inch. Your back arches, Shiu grabs your left shin over his right shoulder and lets his face fall against it, watching you take him inside. He isn't sure what feels better the sight of your splitting open to accommodate him, or the actual sensation.

"Shiuuuuu.."You whine, your hands trying to push him back, to no avail.

He continues to fill you, deeper and deeper until his hips are flush with your ass and the tip of his cock is pressed firmly against the spongy spot of nerves inside of you.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He wavers, pulling his hips back and reentering, obsessed with every twitch of muscle inside of you.

He starts a brutally deep thrusting rhythm, reaching somehow deeper and deeper with each thrust. You reach up from him, wanting to feel the effort tight muscle of his torso, the hair growing wet with his labor. Wanting to feel his face, his shoulder, his back. Everything, you wanted everything. As long as it was him. His pace increases, sliding you back and forth on the bed with each pump. Shiu offers two fingers to your mouth, sliding them between your damp lips. You swirl your tongue around them excitedly, he pushes them further down your throat and watches as you gag, rolling your eyes back in pleasure, a clench of your pussy stagnating his rhythm for just a moment.

"You trying to kill me?" He chokes, wrapping his other hand around your ankle, giving the ball a breathy kiss.

You don't bother forming an answer, just ogling him, passing your tongue back and forth over his fingertips. You can taste yourself, the smoke that lingers on his skin, a delicious concoction all his own. Shiu drags his finger nails down the top of your foot, watching you shiver, feeling your pussy respond.

"Such a reactive little pussy, huh? Its like everything I do makes her clench up. You always like this, or am I just special?" He kisses the side of your foot,with a wet, open mouth.

"I should have known you were a foot guy. Could have smelled the pervert on you the moment I stepped outside." You took his fingers from your mouth just long enough to mock him.

"Baby, I'm an everything guy." He loops his tongue under your anklet, letting his teeth graze your skin as he stretches you back further, leaning forward, folding you nearly in half.

You gasp out as he reaches even deeper, the new angle making it feel as though he is fucking directly behind your belly button and up into your throat. You're no longer capable of speaking, or even thinking. You struggle to keep your eyes open, unwilling to miss a moment of the sight of him fucking into you. The way his forehead scrunches as he enters you, the twitch in his ear as he listened to you melting underneath him, The sheen on his lips growing glossier and glossier with every dart of his hungry, kiss hungry tongue.

"Shiu fuck, fuck, fuck, I— you're so hot, fuck, yes." You babble out into the lamp light of the suite.

He is faring no better, just less verbose. Increasingly wimpy groans and moans fall from his lips in a continuous chain of affectations and pleasure. You feel his pelvis jerk forward. Before you can speak, Shiu lays a hand on your mound, twirling his thumb over your pearly clit.

"I'm—cum. Fucking, hell." is all Shiu can manage before he pounds hard into you once — twice — three times — four before stilling, both arms clinging to your legs as he spills himself inside of you. The strong and sudden clamp of your legs together causes your building second orgasm to arrive, your hips jerking up and trembling with him still inside. He grips your legs harder as your orgasm clamps around him, his lower abs lurch up and he gives you a sloppy, shameful thrust and paints more white cum into you.

Your climax glitters behind your eyes, you can feel him inside of you, erection engorged still and leaking more and more. Your nipples peak between the air conditioning and arousal, you pant against the luxurious sheets of the hotel bed. You flutter your eyes open, seeing him pleasure stricken, resting his head on your legs, trying his hardest not to move. He would do anything to never move again, to preserve this moment as long as he could.

But then he sees you below him, fucked out, wet mouthed, beautiful and pleasured. He feels his cock twitch, and you both howl in oversensitivity. Shiu releases your legs to either side of him, leaning down to kiss you. He immediately allows his tongue to join yours in your mouth, a kiss that mirrors the wet, sticky sealing that was taking place between your two sexes. He presses his chest against yours, you feel the furnace of his body soften your peaked nipples, relax the tightened muscles of your body. Shiu parts your lips and moves a strand of hair off of your forehead,

"We still haven't opened that wine. Want a glass?" The sly, cat like smile returns, and you can feel yourself twitch around him in anticipation of the night to come.

Your hotel room did not sit empty that night, it stood filled with the sounds of your love making, with the clink of crystal glasses tapped in camaraderie, with the laugher of shared stories and exposed personal histories. Your suitcase was joined by another on all of your following travels, your toothbrush never grew lonely in its sink side cup again, your razor had a buddy for the duration between every replacement. And you did not make a scene at the last wedding you attended before your own.