Meanwhile, it didn't take long for Lewis to secure a presidential suite. Throughout the process, however, Nicole was behaving erratically, clinging to him like an octopus and refusing to let go. She had already taken off his tie and was attempting to unbutton his shirt, even trying to kiss his collarbone in the elevator.
Lewis felt both uncomfortable and increasingly heated, so when Nicole's lips accidentally brushed against his Adam's apple, a jolt of electricity shot through him, a sensation he had never experienced before. Quickly, he restrained her to prevent any further reckless behavior.
"You're so handsome and pretty!" Nicole slurred.
"Don't talk. I'll take you to the room to rest," Lewis rasped, his voice strained as he struggled to maintain control. His body was burning up and it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay composed.
Nicole was no better; her face was flushed, and her behavior was growing bolder by the second.
When they reached their destination floor, the elevator doors opened with a ding. Lewis made his way to the suite, still holding onto Nicole, who could barely walk on her own. He fumbled with the key card in his right hand while keeping her steady with his left.
With a click, the door opened, and they both stumbled inside. Lewis shut the door behind them and led her directly to the bedroom. All he wanted was to get this over with and go to his own room for a cold shower to cool down, as he could barely hold on.
Nicole turned toward him and whispered as she caught sight of his face, "Pretty boy, wanna sleep with me?" If the sober Nicole had known what she was saying, she would have died of embarrassment.
She broke free from his grasp and shrugged off the suit jacket, revealing the smooth, fair skin above her off-shoulder dress. As Lewis tried to keep his composure, she began unbuttoning his shirt, catching him off guard with her boldness.
His muscular frame was revealed as she deftly undid the buttons, her fingers brushing against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Lewis clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to respond to her advances. He knew he had to stay in control, even as every fiber of his being screamed otherwise.
Lewis quickly laid her down on the bed and covered her with the quilt. As he turned to leave, Nicole unexpectedly caught his hand and pulled him back. He stumbled and fell on top of her.
"Don't leave," Nicole purred. She didn't know what was wrong with her but felt an overwhelming need to be with him.
Their faces were so close that Lewis could see the tiny pores of her soft, smooth skin. The proximity felt like the soft brush of petals against his senses. His breath hitched as her faint scent of vanilla and sandalwood filled his nostrils.
Trying to keep the lust from blooming in his chest, Lewis closed his eyes and leaned back slightly, attempting to put some space between them. But Nicole, bold as a sunflower turning towards the sun, refused to let him go. Her hands twined around his back, pulling him down, enveloping him in her warm, intoxicating embrace. He inhaled deeply, trying to ground himself, but the scent only made his thoughts more tangled, like vines creeping up a trellis.
They were both drugged; it was impossible to resist each other.
His warm, woody scent, with a hint of spice, made Nicole's half-lidded eyes gleam with a mixture of desire and something tender. Seeing the lust in her clear blue eyes, he felt his resolve wilting like a daisy under the noonday sun.
Nicole's fingers traced along the nape of his neck, causing a shiver to run down his spine. She pulled him closer, her lips hovering near his, the sweet fragrance of her drawing him in.
"Fuck…" Lewis muttered as Nicole's lips brushed against his, as soft as the petals of a rose. When she took the initiative, how could he refuse? He was just as desperate. Lewis responded instinctively, his lips moving against hers, each kiss more passionate and intense.
The quilt rustled like leaves in the breeze and fell to the side as she shifted beneath him, her body pressed against his in a way that made him want to bury himself deep inside her. Nicole's breath was a soft zephyr, teasing the hairs at the nape of his neck, sending a wave of honeysuckle sweetness over him.
He knew he was lost in the garden of her making, and all he could do was surrender to the flowers, letting them wrap around him, pulling him deeper into the embrace of their scent and touch.
He couldn't control himself anymore. He sat up on the edge of the bed and removed the already unbuttoned shirt. The impatient Nicole came to help him out of his pants Leaving him only in his briefs.
Lewis pulled her and made her sit on his lap, then the two kissed again. They were totally lost in their desire. His lips trailed down from her neck to her chest as he helped her out of her clothes one by one until she was stark-naked.
Her breasts were plump, just the perfect size for his large hands to play with. Her dark pink erect areolas were so tempting that he couldn't help but tease them with his mouth, making Nicole a moaning mess.
He squeezed her round hips and started to kiss her again. As she was straddling him, his hardness was pressed against her soft moist, and only the fabric of his briefs was separating them.
Nicole was desperate for some fraction, so she started to grind her hips, receiving a grunt from Lewis as they continued to kiss, soft moans leaving her lips. He couldn't wait anymore to be inside of her. He swiftly laid her on the bed and removed his briefs revealing his glorious cock, sitting fully naked between her legs.
When Nicole saw his big thing, Although it was her first time seeing male genitals in real life, she could only lust over it now because she was too muddle-headed to think about other things.
Lewis admired her perfect body and then started rubbing her entrance with his tip while she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Their breathing was erratic.
With a grunt, he slowly entered and buried himself deep inside her, she was so tight that he almost came. When he heard her whimper, he looked up at her face, only to see her teary eyes and her biting her lips to bear the pain. He didn't move to let her adjust to his size and kissed her tears away.
"Why are you crying? Weren't you in a relationship before?" he asked huskily, and slowly began to move when he felt her muscles relax.
"I—I've never done t—this with anyone before. I—It's my first time," Nicole sobbed and buried her face in his neck when she felt him move.
"It's okay. I'll try to be gentle." He rasped as pure desire filled his honey-brown eyes…
*****
The sound of their moans and groans, and the slapping of their skin, filled the room.
At first, he was gentle, but when Nicole got used to his length and started to feel pleasure he became rough. He was trusting in deeper and faster, bringing her high and crashing down again and again. She lost count of how many times they had come and how many times they made love, in different positions.
Lewis felt like he was possessed, he couldn't stop making love to her.
After what felt like an eternity, exhausted, they finally fell asleep at dawn in each other's embrace.