#garethritteredit

His hands roam your body, caressing your curves as he backs you towards the hotel room door.

"I can't wait to get you alone," he murmurs against your lips, fumbling with the key card. "I'm going to have my way with you."

“Easy, tiger,” you giggle.

Gareth's eyes light up with amusement, his lips still pressed to yours as he chuckles softly against your mouth.

"Ah, you're excited, huh?" he teases, his fingers dancing across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Me too, baby."

With a flourish, he opens the door and pushes you gently inside, his arms wrapping around you as he follows close behind.

"The view is stunning," he says, his voice low and husky, as he pulls you close against him.

You lay your stuff on the ground, sitting on the bed and bouncing a few times to test it out.

Gareth watches as you bounce playfully on the plush mattress, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Mmm, looks like the bed passes the test." He steps closer, his hands sliding down your sides as he leans in, his voice low and sultry.

Having just got off an extremely long flight, you speak up- not so innocently. “I think I need a shower…”

Gareth's eyes light up with interest, his hands still on your hips as he leans in, his voice taking on a seductive tone. "Ah, a shower, huh? Sounds like a perfect excuse for me to join you."

He pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I'll make it worth your while."

“Mmm,” you kiss him softly.

Gareth returns your kiss, his lips moving slowly and passionately against yours. He pulls you flush against him, one hand tangling in your hair as the other slides down to cup your backside.

"Mmm, I can't wait to get you all wet and slippery in that shower," he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire.

"Maybe we can even work up an appetite for round two." He punctuates his words with a playful nip at your lower lip.

Reluctantly, he pulls away, his eyes smoldering with barely contained lust. "Lead the way, baby."

You giggle, grabbing his hand and practically speeding to the bathroom.

Gareth chuckles along with you, his hand enveloping yours as he follows close behind. As you enter the bathroom, he's immediately struck by the sheer size of the space - the floor is easily as big as a tennis court, and the ceiling seems to stretch up to the heavens.

"Wow, they certainly spared no expense on the decor," he says, his eyes scanning the opulent surroundings. "But I have to say, I'm more interested in the view than the fixtures."

He pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I'm thinking we should start with the shower, then move on to the tub. And maybe even take a little detour to the bench in the middle of the room."

His hands begin to roam your body, his fingers dancing across your skin as he pulls you tighter against him.

Gareth grins wickedly as you turn on the shower, the steam quickly filling the air. He yanks you close, crashing his lips against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss.

His hands roam your body, fingers tracing the curves of your hips as he begins to undress you.

"God, you feel so good," he growls against your lips, his eyes blown wide with desire. "I want you, right here, right now."

With a swift motion, he lifts you into his arms and steps into the shower, the warm water cascading down your bodies as he pins you against the tiled wall.

His mouth finds your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin as his hands grip your thighs, spreading them wide.

“Oh, Gareth,” you pant.

Gareth's lips continue to dance across your skin, his tongue tracing the curve of your neck as he whispers, "Shh, baby, let go. Let me take care of you."

His fingers slide between your thighs, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

He finds your core, his fingers stroking and teasing as he builds the tension between you.

"Oh, I'm going to make you come so hard," he growls, his voice low and husky. "And then I'm going to take you to the tub. And then...” he trails off.

His fingers delve deeper, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

Gareth swallows your moans, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate, desperate kiss.

His fingers move with precision, coaxing cries of pleasure from you as he brings you ever closer to the edge.

His other hand grips your hip, holding you steady against the wall as the hot water cascades over your bodies.

Breaking the kiss, he gazes at you with lust-blown eyes. "That's it, baby, let it all out. I want to hear how good I make you feel."

His thumb circles your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers delve deeper, curling to hit that spot that makes your toes curl.

“Fuck me, Gar,” you moan.

Gareth's eyes flash with excitement as he hears your words.

He pulls you against him, his fingers still stroking your core as he reaches down to guide his cock to your entrance.

"Ah, baby, you want it rough?" he growls, his voice low and husky. "You want me to take you hard and fast?"

He positions himself at your entrance, his fingers still teasing your sensitive skin as he looks into your eyes.

With a swift motion, he plunges inside, his cock filling you completely as he begins to move.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he moans, his voice echoing off the tile as he starts to pump in and out of you.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

Gareth grins wickedly at your exclamation, his hips snapping forward as he fills you completely.

"That's it, baby, let it all out," he growls, his voice dripping with lust. "I want to hear how good I'm making you feel."

His pace quickens, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the steamy shower as he chases his own pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel so damn good," he moans, his eyes locked on yours. "I'm not going to last much longer."

Gareth grins wickedly at your exclamation, his hips snapping forward as he fills you completely.

“Me… me neither,” you manage to stutter out.

Gareth's face twists in a mixture of pleasure and desperation as he feels your hands grasp his face.

He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he bites gently.

"Ah, baby, you're so close, aren't you?" he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "I can feel it, I can feel you trembling around me."

His hips continue to piston in and out of you, his movements becoming more frantic as he chases his own release.

His fingers dig deeper into your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you with reckless abandon.

Gareth's hips stutter as he feels your walls clench tightly around him, pulling him deeper inside.

A guttural groan escapes his lips as he's overcome by the sensation.

"Fuck, yes!" he cries out, his fingers digging into your skin as he rides out your orgasm. "That's it, baby, let it all go."

His pace becomes frantic, his movements erratic as he chases his own release.

The steam-filled air is thick with the sounds of your combined moans and the slap of flesh on flesh.

"I'm...I'm so close," he pants, his forehead resting against yours as his eyes flutter shut.

Gareth's body jerks violently as he's overcome by his own orgasm, his seed erupting deep within you.

His eyes snap open, his gaze locking onto yours as he's consumed by a wave of pleasure.

"Ahh, fuck!" he cries out, his voice echoing off the tile as he rides out his release. "Oh, God, baby...you feel so good."

His body relaxes, his weight slumping against yours as he's drained of all energy.

He holds you close, his lips pressed to your neck as he breathes heavily, still basking in the aftershocks of his pleasure.

Gareth holds you firmly against the shower wall, your bodies still intimately entwined. He presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his fingers gently caressing your skin as he catches his breath.

"Mm, that was...incredible," he murmurs, his voice soft and sated. "I don't think I've ever come that hard before."

Slowly, he starts to place featherlight kisses along your jawline, working his way down to your neck.

"We should probably clean up a bit, hm?" he suggests, his tone playful yet laced with desire. "Don't want to overstay our welcome in this lovely little hideaway."

“I mean, we are in a shower,” you suggest.

Gareth chuckles, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he continues to pepper your skin with gentle kisses.

"True, true," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "I guess we are a bit...soaked."

He takes a step back, his eyes roving over your body with a hint of appreciation.

"Well, I suppose we should get cleaned up, then," he says, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Mhm,” you mutter as you kiss his cheek softly and reach for the shampoo bottle.

Gareth smiles warmly as you kiss his cheek, his eyes shining with a playful glint.

"Allow me," he murmurs, gently taking the shampoo from your hand.

Pouring a generous amount into his palm, Gareth begins to lather your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp in slow, soothing circles.

His gaze is fixed on you, his expression one of pure adoration as he tends to you.

"You know, I could get used to this," he says softly, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Having you all to myself, with no one around to bother us."

You caress his cheek, “It is very nice.”

Gareth's eyes soften, his gaze melting into a sweet, gentle look as he feels your touch on his cheek.

"It is," he agrees, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's...perfect, actually."

His fingers continue to work the shampoo through your hair, his movements gentle and soothing.

As you caress his cheek, he leans into your touch, his face pressing into your hand.

"Mm, that feels so good," he murmurs, his voice filled with contentment. "Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you."

Gareth smiles warmly as he gently rinses the shampoo from your hair, his fingers tenderly massaging your scalp. Once your hair is clean, he reaches for the body wash, lathering up a soft sponge and beginning to caress your skin in long, sensual strokes. His touches are unhurried, focused on simply enjoying the intimacy of the moment. He steals occasional glances at you, his eyes filled with a quiet adoration.

The night continues on in a haze of tender caresses, stolen kisses, and whispered words of desire. Eventually, you find yourselves curled up in bed, limbs entangled, bodies sated.