Celebration

You savor the feeling of being in her warm depth as your cock keep spurting out tremors of orgasm. Once the feeling of fleeting satiation ebbs away, you gently disengage, sliding down to lie beside her on the tangled sheets.

Claire lies perfectly still for a long moment, her eyes closed, a soft satisfied smile on her lips. After a few minutes, she rolls onto her side, propping her head up with one hand, letting the white robe fall completely open, unashamed of her nakedness. "Wow," she whispers. "Just... wow."

"Thanks. Shall we celebrate now?"

She kisses you. "If I'm not a bit winded, I probably would have danced. in excitement/"

You let out a soft laugh. "I take it as a 'yes'." You get up to the table and grab the bottle of wine Claire had brought in, along with the two glasses provided by the hotel. With a practiced twist, you uncork the bottle, and the rich, fruity aroma of the red wine immediately mixes in with the heavy scent of sex in the room. You pour the wine into the glasses and walk back to the bed, handing one to her before sliding back under the sheets next to her.

She takes the glass, and lifts it in a silent toast. You clink the glasses together, the clear ring of the crystal echoing in the quiet room. You both take a long, deep sip of the rich liquid, the **** a warm, pleasant burn that complements the lingering glow in your veins.

You set your glass down on the nightstand, leaning back against the pillows, looking over at her with a smirk.

"You know," you say, letting your eyes wander over her naked body. "You provide excellent room service."

Claire chuckles, taking another sip of her wine before setting her own glass down. She slides over, resting her head against your chest, her skin smooth and warm against yours.

"Well, you serviced me incredibly well, too. In fact, I’d say you provided a very precise delivery of exactly what I needed. No delays, perfect execution."

Her comment causes a joke to to form in your mind, fueled by the lingering euphoria of the moment. "I aim to please," you joke, a wicked glint in your eye as you look down at her before continuing, "But you have to be careful. With that kind of precise delivery, you might just end up in a delivery room in nine months' time."

Claire freezes for a fraction of a second, processing the insinuation of getting pregnant from what you just left inside her. Then, she bursts into a loud, genuine laugh, her entire body shaking against yours. She punches your shoulder playfully, though her eyes sparkle with a dangerous, thrilled amusement at the thought. "You're a horrible man," she say. "Tom would absolutely lose his mind. Though..." she trails, not finishing her words.