Luxurious morning

The next morning, Meg awoke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious hotel suite. Her head throbbed, a dull reminder of the champagne she'd consumed the night before. As memories of her encounter with James came flooding back, a mixture of shame and exhilaration washed over her.

She stretched languidly, her muscles pleasantly sore. The silk sheets felt divine against her bare skin. Meg padded to the expansive marble bathroom, splashing cool water on her face. Her reflection stared back at her - tousled hair, kiss-swollen lips, a faint bruise blooming on her collarbone.

Meg slipped on a silky pajama set - tiny shorts that barely covered her curves and a thin camisole that left little to the imagination. She made her way to the opulent kitchen, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. The space was a marvel of modern luxury - gleaming stainless steel appliances, sleek marble countertops, and an array of high-tech gadgets that would make a Michelin-starred chef envious.

She approached the state-of-the-art coffee machine, a gleaming monolith of brushed metal and glossy black touchscreens. With a few taps, the machine whirred to life, grinding fresh beans and heating water to the perfect temperature. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, momentarily chasing away the lingering scent of sex and champagne.

As she waited for her coffee, Meg's mind drifted back to the events of the previous night. The memory of James' hands on her body sent a shiver down her spine. As he sipped her coffee, her free hand drifted to her belly. She caressed the soft skin there, lost in thought. Images from the night before flashed through her mind - James' powerful body moving above her, the feeling of him pulsing inside her as he climaxed again and again. How many times had he filled her with his seed? Three? Four? She'd lost count in the haze of passion.

A warm flush spread across Meg's cheeks as she recalled the intensity of their coupling. She could almost feel the ghost of his touch on her skin, the lingering ache between her thighs a reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed her body.

Lost in her reverie, Meg didn't hear James approach. She startled slightly as his arms encircled her waist from behind, his chest pressing against her back, his skin hot and inviting. She felt the hardness of his erection nestling against the curve of her bottom.

"Good morning, gorgeous," James purred, his lips brushing her ear. "You look absolutely ravishing." His hands roamed possessively over her curves, cupping her breasts through the thin silk. "I can't stop thinking about last night - how incredible you felt, how beautifully you took my cock."

Meg shivered as James pressed closer, his erection nestling between her cheeks. "The way you moaned my name when I made you cum," he continued, voice husky. "How tight and wet you were for me. I've never had pussy that sweet before."

His fingers dipped beneath her waistband, seeking her heat. "I want to taste you again," James growled. "Spread you open and devour that perfect little cunt until you're screaming."

Meg's breath caught as James's skilled fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive. She shivered, torn between desire and discomfort at his crude words. James continued, seemingly oblivious to her reaction.

"Your tight little pussy felt so good wrapped around my cock," he whispered, grinding against her. "I've never cum so hard in my life. You're like a ****, Meg. I can't get enough."

His hands slipped under her camisole, roughly palming her breasts. "These perfect tits… I'm going to make you feel so good, Meg," he murmured, his fingers working deftly against her, drawing out soft moans that escaped her lips before she could stifle them. The room felt electric with tension, each passing moment pulling her deeper into the throes of passion she thought she’d only experienced in dreams.

With a skillful flick of his fingers, he coaxed her clit to life, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her body. She leaned back against him, surrendering to the sensations as his hot breath ghosted over her neck. "That’s it," he urged softly, his voice smooth and intoxicating. "Feel how much I want you."

The urgency in his tone sparked something primal within her. She turned slightly in his embrace, meeting his heated gaze with her own. There was desire swirling in those blue depths, mixed with a hint of possessiveness that both thrilled and terrified her.

Meg's breath caught in her throat as she gazed into James' eyes, torn between desire and reason. "James," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I... I can't. Not without protection."

His fingers stilled against her heated flesh, a flicker of frustration crossing his face. "Come on, Meg," he coaxed, his lips brushing her ear. "You know how good it feels. Don't you want to feel me inside you again?"

She shivered at his words, memories of the previous night flooding her senses. The way he had filled her so completely, the exquisite pleasure of his release pulsing deep within her. But the rational part of her mind fought against the fog of desire.

"I do," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "God, I do. But we can't risk it. I can't get pregnant, James. It would change everything."

James' jaw clenched, frustration evident in the tightness of his shoulders. But as he gazed at Meg, taking in her tousled hair and kiss-swollen lips, his expression softened.

"You're right," he conceded with a sigh. "I just can't think straight around you. You drive me wild."

"But there are other ways we can pleasure each other." Meg told him. She turned in his arms, gazing up at him through long lashes. His chest was mere inches from her face, rising and falling with each breath. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his skin.

"I could..." Meg began, her voice barely above a whisper. She licked her lips, her gaze dropping to the impressive bulge straining against James' boxer briefs. "I could use my mouth."

"As incredible as that sounds," he murmured, his voice rough with need, "it's not what I want right now." His blue eyes blazed with intensity as he cupped her face in his large hands. "I need to be inside you, Meg. To feel your tight, wet heat gripping my cock. Nothing else will satisfy me."

Meg's breath caught at James' words, desire warring with caution. His hands trailed down her sides, igniting sparks of pleasure.

"Please, Meg," he whispered, his voice husky. "Let me feel you, even for a moment. I promise I won't finish inside you."

His fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her slick and ready. Meg gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"See how wet you are for me?" James purred. "Your body is begging for my cock."

He guided her to the plush sofa, laying her down gently. Meg's skin prickled with goosebumps as the cool leather met her feverish flesh. James knelt between her legs, his impressive erection jutting proudly.

"Just a little," he promised, positioning himself at her entrance.

Meg gazed up at James, her eyes wide and searching. "Promise?" she asked softly, her voice trembling with a mixture of desire and trepidation. There was an almost naive quality to her tone, a vulnerability that made James' heart clench.

"I promise," he whispered, his blue eyes locked on hers. The intensity of his gaze made her breath catch in her throat.

She stared deeply into his eyes, losing herself in their warmth and sincerity. Time seemed to slow as James slowly, achingly slowly, began to enter her.

Meg's lips parted in a silent gasp as she felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Her body tensed instinctively, then relaxed as James stroked her thigh soothingly.

Inch by exquisite inch, he sank into her welcoming heat.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The intensity of the moment hung between them, electric and raw.

“Just... just a little,” she reminded him, her own voice barely above a whisper. The urgency of the moment flickered in her mind, battling against the nagging caution that warned her of the risks involved. But all she could focus on was James—his strength, his heat—pushing aside the worries that clouded their passion.

James began to move slowly, pulling back before thrusting forward again, each deliberate motion igniting new waves of pleasure within her. Meg gasped as James moves, slowly at first, savoring the exquisite friction. Her body responded instantly, inner walls clenching around his thick shaft. James groaned, his eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy.

Meg arched her back, meeting his thrusts. The room filled with the sound of skin against skin, punctuated by their breathless moans. James' hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, her thighs. His touch left trails of fire in its wake.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. James growled in approval, his hips snapping forward with increased urgency. The new angle allowed him to hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. James' fingers found her sensitive bud, circling and teasing in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear. Meg's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her chest heaving with each inhalation. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her flushed skin, highlighting the curve of her breasts and her plane stomach.

"That's it, baby," James growled, his voice rough with desire. "Let go for me. I want to feel you cum on my cock."

His words sent a fresh surge of arousal through her. Meg's eyes fluttered open, locking onto James' intense gaze. The raw hunger she saw there took her breath away.

Her inner walls began to flutter and clench around his thick shaft. James groaned, fighting to maintain control as her silken heat gripped him like a vice. He redoubled his efforts, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot deep inside her with each powerful thrust.

Meg's back arched as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out James' name, her nails raking down his back. The sight of her coming undone beneath him nearly pushed James over the edge.

Meg's inner muscles clenched rhythmically around him, milking his cock with exquisite pressure. With a guttural moan, James hips jerked erratically as he emptied himself deep inside her. Meg gasped at the sensation of him pulsing within her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as their shared climax crashed down upon them like a tidal wave, drowning them in a sea of ecstasy.

As their bodies shuddered through the aftershocks of their shared climax, Meg's mind slowly began to clear. A nagging thought pushed through the blissful haze. She stiffened slightly in James' arms.

"… Didn't you say you were going to pull out?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

James froze, his eyes widening as realization dawned. "Oh god, Meg. I'm so sorry. I got caught up in the moment and completely lost control."

He carefully withdrew from her, both of them gasping softly at the sensation. James collapsed beside her on the bed, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"I didn't mean to... Are you on birth control?" he asked hesitantly.

Meg took a deep breath, her heart racing. "James, I... You know I'm not on birth control…"

She watched as James processed her words, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face. To her surprise, she noticed his cock twitch and begin to swell again.

"You're not protected?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Meg shook her head, feeling a renewed surge of arousal at the intensity of his gaze. "No, I'm completely unprotected," she whispered.

James groaned, his hips shifting restlessly. Meg's eyes widened as she watched his impressive length grow fully erect once more.

James' eyes fils with renewed desire as he gazed at Meg. A wicked grin spread slowly across his face, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"Completely unprotected, huh?" he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. He reached out to trail his fingertips lightly along her inner thigh.

Meg's breath caught in her throat. She knew she should protest, should insist they be more careful. But the heat pooling low in her belly and the ache between her thighs overrode all rational thought.

"James," she whimpered as his fingers teased higher.

In one swift motion, he rolled on top of her, pinning her belly down, prone to the mattress. His rock-hard length pressed insistently against her still-sensitive flesh.

James gripped Meg's hips, lifting them slightly as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her welcoming heat. Meg cried out, overwhelmed by the intense stretch and fullness.

James set a punishing pace, driving into her with relentless ****. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall as he pounded into her willing body. Meg clutched desperately at the couch, her knuckles turning white as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he angled her body to take him even deeper. Each thrust hit that perfect spot deep inside, sending jolts of ecstasy up her spine. Meg's breathy moans filled the air, punctuated by James' guttural groans.

James' powerful thrusts drove Meg's hips into the mattress as he pounded relentlessly into her from behind. His thighs slapped rhythmically against the soft curves of her upturned backside. With each forceful snap of his hips, the firm globes of her ass rippled enticingly.

Meg's fingers twisted as she pushed back to meet his thrusts. The new angle allowed James to hit even deeper, the thick head of his cock dragging deliciously along her most sensitive spots. Stars burst behind her eyelids as the coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter in her core.