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BY THE TIME WE LEAVE, and get back to the hotel room, Greg is all hands. He shoves me up against the wall and I can smell the wine all over his breath. His hands rip at my dress in need as he places hot kisses all over my neck.
We don’t even make it to the bed, because as soon as he traps me between his arms, he rips off my red silk matching panties and then shoves me face first into the wall. The next thing I know is he thrusts himself into me so hard that I cry out, muffled by the wallpaper and the fact that I am not really enjoying myself because I have a plan.
Even though that includes giving him the best night of his life, I can’t help but to hold a little back. Because, if I let him win, I may never leave.
“Oh, Greg, you are so hard. I need you to fill me. Harder.” I say breathlessly as he plunges into me again and again.
The first time he cums, he releases so quickly that I thankfully do not get off myself. I smile in satisfaction as he closes his eyes and shutters. After he stops, he opens them to stare at me curiously before whispering, “You didn’t get off. Are you alright?”
I had thought that he wouldn’t have noticed, but I was wrong, so I quickly come up with a lie, even though I am not good at them. “I did, you just were shaking so much you didn’t know.”
He hesitates and stares at me for a moment before saying softly, “Oh.”
“Well, I am ready for round number two and this time I want to make you scream my name.” he says satisfied with a big grin on his face.
As he laces his fingers with mine, he leads me to the bedroom and then to the bed. Then he kicks off his shoes and takes off his tuxedo before throwing each piece on the floor carelessly. The whole time his eyes are on me ravenously like a dog in heat.
While he is doing this, I slowly pull the dress over my head and then wait for him with my legs spread wide as he drools over me.
“Damn, you are so fucking hot!” He exclaims loudly as he begins to stroke his cock.
When he reaches his tip, there is already precum on it, so he runs his thumb over it and smears it all the way down to his balls. Then he looks down at my pussy and licks his chops before he kneels in front of me. I raise a leg and kick him back before playfully saying, “Nah, uh. I am going to play first.” before I begin to run my fingers around my pulsating, soaked folds.
As I play with myself, I watch him like a hawk and insert a finger to the first knuckle as my other hand rubs my nub.
He cries out, “Fuck.” and then I insert a second finger deeply this time.
While I begin to work my magic, he strokes himself and begins to breath shallowly as his heart races. He licks his lips again and growls deep in his throat because he wants to touch me, but he knows I won’t let him. I command his attention, and when the moment is right then I say in a whisper, “Honey, I need you to tell me you love me and mean it. If you want to fuck this, then you will make me believe it with all my being.”
He shakes his head and then growls again before looking me in the eyes for a second and stating breathlessly, “Baby, I love you more than anything in this world. I would give my life for you and if I don’t get to fuck you right now, I am going to die.”
A loud laugh escapes my lips as he says it because I know damn well that it is just his dick talking, but nice try. Sadly, I give in and whisper seductively as I trace the outline of my pussy slowly, so the juices glisten in the light, “Then fuck me baby.”
As soon as I say it, he latches onto my thighs and lines himself up with my center. He thrusts in so quickly that it takes my breath away for a second before he begins to pant over me. While looking down into my eyes, he asks breathlessly, “Is that better?”
I smile but do not say a word. Instead, I concentrate on the way his face looks when he isn’t lying to me. At least his body is honest, and he does want me. That is the only truth that I know right at this moment.
Hours later, after we make love three more times, I lay in his arms with my eyes closed, pretending to sleep. However, there is just one thing that keeps sticking in my head and preventing me from letting it go. How can he tell me he loves me right to my face? Especially, when he knew what I went through with Joseph?
After a few more minutes, I finally drift off to sleep in the early hours of the morning, only to be awoken about two hours later when he gets out of bed quietly. When he returns a few minutes later, he shakes me softly and then says sweetly, “Baby, it is Christmas morning. I want you to unwrap your present. Please.”
I fight to open my sleep filled eyes, so I wipe them with the backs of my hands. Then I slowly open them and focus on Greg. He looks so handsome this morning, full of excitement and happiness. Could I have been so wrong about him? Should I not go through with my plan?
I shake my head to fight off the fog and then sit up slowly before he hands me a small present. As I inspect it, I turn it over in my hand and stare at a small box that is wrapped in fancy red paper. It doesn’t have a bow but that doesn’t matter. What does is what it contains.
As soon as I open the tiny box, I gasp because inside of it there is the most beautiful pair of ruby earrings I have ever seen in my life. It is not the size that is what makes them unique, but the shape. Someone took the time to carve them expertly into two intertwined hearts.
When I glance up into his eyes, I could swear I see something I had not ever seen before, but when I look away for an instant at the earrings and then back again, it is gone. Now, his eyes just have that same old look that he has when he stares at me in lust. I swallow hard and then say softly, “Thank you. They are so beautiful.”
Now I know that I must leave, because even now I will always wonder and doubt if he loves me or if it was just a bet.
“I need to get up so I can hand you, your present.” I say softly as I grab my soft chenille hotel robe and we make our way to the living room.
Yesterday, we had put up the tree and decorated it beautifully. I was truly proud of what we did, but now I am starting to feel bad because I will miss this. I will miss the way his arms feel around me and the way his lips feel on mine.
Bending down, I pick up his present and hand it to him before laying a big kiss on his lips. “Here you go. I know it is small, but you will love it.” I say with a smile and a wink.
He quickly opens it without hesitation and then there is silence as he stares down at it. I don’t know if he likes it or if he is worried how much I spent for it. At that moment, I realize that I may have overstepped my boundaries and that the next words out of his mouth will be to “Take it back.” However, when he glances up at me and smiles warmly, I know that it was the right choice after all.
He almost chokes on the words as he says, “This is the nicest present anyone has ever given to me. Thank you, Hope.”
I stand there with him quietly before he takes me in his arms and lowers his head. He kisses me deeply before he releases me and says, “I don’t know about you, but I am hungry.”
“Perfect!” I exclaim as my plans fall into place better than I could ever have expected.
The night before I had called Georgina before we left for the restaurant, I notified her that I could get a new disposable phone and then leave this morning. I won’t take anything with me except for the clothes on my back and my coat. She had told me that she would meet up with me so she could lend me enough money to get where I am going. So, we said our goodbyes and left it at that. Now, all I need to do is leave him here waiting, and never come back.
After I get dressed quickly, I take my I.D. out of my purse and place it in my pocket, while I purposely leave everything else at the hotel so I can’t be traced. Then I make my way out of the entrance as I smile at the counter attendant and wave politely. Once outside, I hurry along to the police station where Georgina is awaiting my arrival.
Thank goodness Joseph and the boys had gone home for the moment, because it gave me just enough time to get out of town before anything else bad happened. Apparently, Greg’s family had more pull in New York City than I ever thought possible because they put the fear of God into Joseph and it was enough to make him go running home to daddy.
On the way out of town, I sit in the back of the bus and stare out the back window at the lonely city that holds so many memories for me, even though I was only here for a short time. I wonder if that pain in my gut is just worry or something else, but I decide to leave it alone for the moment and turn around to watch the scenery in front of me. After all, if you always look behind you, you might miss something better.