#peter three

This wasn’t a nap.  You were not asleep.  It’s not napping, you’re just resting your eyes.  Face buried into the pillow, belly down, one leg hitched up, spread out across the king sized hotel bed.  When you should be getting ready, but the idea of waiting behind the scenes while Andrew walked the carpet was not winning out over your current situation.  Speaking of, the scent from the bathroom was wafting through the room.  Soon your thoughts were drifting between scenes of your boyfriend in the shower.  

All wet.  His hands running the soap across his skin into a lather.  Craving just touching him.  Your imagination inviting you to join.  

You squirm into the mattress, the plush bedding pressing against you. 

Next you’re getting into the shower.  His hands finding your body, pulling you into him.  The heat of his mouth on your wet skin.  Nibbling down your neck… to your shoulder.  His hands trailing over your breasts, down your stomach, between your thighs.  

The sound of the bathroom door opening stirs you from your reverie.  Cracking both eyes open, you stare into the mirror beside the bed.  It’s reflection offering you a perfect view of the star of your fantasy, damp, dripping, hips wrapped in a white towel.  He fusses about the bathroom a bit before disappearing out of the reflection’s sight.  In your lustful state, your eyes go in and out of focus, before coming to a close, your fantasies picking up where reality left off.  

He saunters across the room in nothing but that towel.  Rising from the bed, your naked body crosses the room to meet him.  Wanting to run your hands all over his body, remove the towel from his hips, and trail your mouth down his abdomen as you sink to your knees.

Sneaking a hand down, you press your fingers against your clit, gently tilting them side to side.  The shifting pressure is heavenly.  As you play back the scenes in your mind, you slip your middle finger through your wetness.  But you’re interrupted by the footsteps approaching the bed, jarring you back to waking reality.  Feeling like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar, well not quite but, you freeze, ever so subtly shifting your hand into a more natural position under your thigh.  

“I know you’re not asleep.  Don’t think you have me fooled with what you’ve been up to.”  Andrew says casually.  The bed sinking under his weight as he sits by your extended foot.  Peeking through your lashes, you watch as he drops his shoes on the floor, socks in hand.  Black dress pants covering his long legs, spread wide as he adjusts his watch, before slipping on his socks.  Your eyes drink him in, while your face feigns innocence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You mumble, bringing your hands under the pillow, propping your head up. 

“What’s gotten into you?  You needed to be getting ready.  Instead you’re lying here being naughty.”

He flips the sheet up off your naked body, letting it settle somewhere past your hip.  Your face and toes scrunch in displeasure at the cool air you’re now very exposed to.

Not once looking at your face.  His eyes begin to trail over your naked form.  Grasping your ankles, his grip firms as he begins to slowly massage his way up your calves.  

“I’m practically ready to walk out the door.  All that's left is to put on my shoes and you’re nowhere close to being dressed.  Look at you!  Wearing absolutely… fucking… nothing…”  The last three words come out as borderline moans.  His breathing is tight as he struggles to stay on task. You can’t help but giggle at your effect.

“Oh. You think you’re funny?” There’s amusement in his voice, as he toys with the backs of your knees.

“Uh… yes I do.”  You say with a proud smirk.  “And what’s gotten into me is that I was tired and then you were walking around being so handsome and distracting! In your dashing velvet suit.  I wanna pet it… you look so soft.”  You pout a little as you flatter him.

“Not as soft as you…”  He says, his gaze growing more intense as his touch moves up your thighs.

“Not as good looking as me either.”  You snort.  A yelp leaves your mouth as one of his hands comes down, slapping your ass. You look at him, incredulous.  Never faltering, his gaze intent on where his hand is kneading your sore muscle.  God he looks so beautiful.  Hair done up in perfectly messy waves.  Bold eyebrows contrasting his soft lips.  The way he looks at you with such reverence.  Even now, as you’re being an inconvenience.  As much as you know he can’t be late, you can’t help but want to strip him bare and have your way with him, respectfully. 

   “Look, are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to fuck me?” You ask.  He lets out a small laugh, eyes still focused on where his fingers are caressing your skin.  

“Oh…I’m going to keep teasing you…” His voice is thick with lust, sending shivers down the backs of your shoulders. Letting out a sigh, your body shifts ever so slightly towards him, seeking out his touch.  Desperately wanting him to satisfy the throbbing ache between your legs.  But his fingers don’t budge.  Tormenting your inner thigh, trailing in circles, but moving no closer. 

“You know you really should be getting ready.” Andrew hums.

“Do I not look ready?”  There’s a slight air of sarcasm in your voice. 

“No you do not look ready to me, darling.”  Taking you literally, your innuendo flies over his head.

“Well maybe you’re not looking in the right places…” Hitching your leg a bit higher to make your point, your arousal hits the cool air of the room. Andrew’s eyes fall closed for a moment as he lets out a heavy exhale. 

“We really don’t have time for this love…” Comes his weak attempt to deny your invitation. His voice says one thing but his touch grows closer to where you desperately need it.  

“We really do.”  You whine back.  Settling into your pillow, you watch him in the mirror’s reflection as he surrenders to your temptation.  Lips pursing, he gently shakes his head before speaking.

“Tell me what you were thinking about.” His tone suddenly serious.

“What?”  Despite your bold teasing, his question has you flustered.

“When you were touching yourself” His fingers dance across your sensitive skin, motivation, before returning to the crease of your inner thigh.  Not wanting to waste a moment of your fleeting time, you muster the courage to respond to his request.

“I wanted to feel you all damp, fresh out of the shower… run my hands along your chest…”  The corner of the pillow attempts to muffle your gasps as he rewards you with his touch. Two fingers run around your center, circling your clit before dragging back down to tease your entrance.

“That’s a good girl… Keep going.”  His gentle praise sends another shiver through you.  

“Run my hands down your stomach… drop to my knees…”  Andrew slides one finger into you, gently stroking your walls.  You clench around him, whining at the deliciously lacking stimulation. 

“If you want more you better keep talking.” His soothing voice is only slightly threatening.  

“Pull that towel off of you so I can have you in my mouth.” Your words are punctuated by excited gasps, as his slender finger caresses your walls.

“Aw, that’s sweet.  You wanted to do that for me?” His voice taunting and dark.

“Yes!” You cry out as he inserts a second finger, stretching your walls.  Painstakingly slow, they seek out that spot inside you.  As if he doesn’t know you like the back of his hand.  A fire ignites when his crooked fingers find their target.  

The next words out of your mouth are lost to the pleasure washing through your body.  With every push and pull, the waves ebb and flow.  You’ve been reduced to a whimpering mess.

“You can stop with the fantasy, but I still want to hear you.” He commands.

“I need more… please”  You whine, desperate.

“More?  I’ve told you, we don’t have time for more, my love.”  Infuriating.  The way Andrew maintained his composure.  Being so practical at a time like this.

No words came out of your mouth, just pleading cries as you shifted your hips, rocking yourself back on his fingers.  His thumb began adding pressure and gentle friction to your clit.  

Your hips come to a stop, surrendering to the delicious pace Andrew was setting.  Bringing you rapidly toward your peak.  

Hurtling higher and higher, and then… stillness.

The mounting waves fizzle.  The spiraling pleasure sending you towards your climax was in a free fall.  Andrew withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty.  Opening your scrunched eyes, the bed shifts as he leans over you.  Face to face.  Finally making eye contact. 

“I’m going to clean up and then I’m leaving.  I will see you later, fully clothed please.” Giving you a quick kiss on your lips and then nose, he sits straight up and begins to put his shoes on.  Laying there dumbfounded,  you’re too aroused to fully plot the desire for revenge that is boiling inside you.  Instead, you glare up at him as he stands to give himself a once over in the mirror.

“I can’t believe you!”  You huff.

“Yes you can,”  He responds with a chuckle, staring straight ahead, adjusting his tie.

“Be a good girl and get ready.  No funny business while I’m gone.  Don’t spoil the fun we’ll have later.”  He looked so handsome.  One eyebrow quirked up along with his smile, as he pointed a finger at you knowingly.  

“Okay…”  You roll your eyes, giving in to his requests.  

“That’s my girl.  I’ve got to dash.  You’ve kept me long enough you little devil.  I love you.  I’ll see you later!”  You met the wink he threw at you with a grin, as you watched him hurry through to wash his hands, apply cologne and head out the door.