The private elevator hums to the penthouse atop Manhattan’s tallest tower. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame the glittering skyline. Champagne chills in a silver bucket on the leather chaise. You’ve waited too long for this. I pull you close, my hands tracing the silk of your gown. The city lights dance below, our elite world sealed away.
Your skin warms under my palms. Lips brush your neck, tongue lingers on your nape. You shiver, eyes closing, fingers in my hair. Our mouths crash, tongues tangle fiercely. Saliva mixes, hot and wet. I bite your lip softly, suck it deep. Your fingers fly to my shirt buttons, nails grazing my back, pinching my chest.
The Privilege
I strip you bare. Your body glows against the marble floor. Hands roam your curves, dipping to your ass. Fingers tease the cleft lightly, then firmer. Up to your hips, your firm breasts. I kiss them, lick the nipples till they harden. Suck gently, then harder. You gasp, guiding me to the edge of pleasure-pain.
Your hand finds my cock, strokes slow. Teases the head, cups my balls. I crush you against me, devouring your mouth. We sink onto the king bed, Egyptian cotton sheets cool on fevered skin. On your back, legs spread. My fingers part your thighs, stroke outer lips till they swell, slick with arousal. Clit emerges, throbbing under my wet touch. I slide one finger in, tight then yielding. You arch. I taste your juice—sweet, intoxicating.
You flip me sideways, tongue my shaft, saliva dripping on the glans. Then deep in your mouth, no hands. Eyes locked or closed in bliss. Fingers massage my balls, rim my ass. Pure fire. You lift my legs, tongue probes my hole deep. I moan, ‘God, don’t stop.’
I pull you up, taste myself on your lips. Position you at bed’s edge, knees on plush rug. Kneel to your pussy. Lips kiss folds, tongue dives in, lapping nectar. Suck your clit hard, fast. You grip my head: ‘Lick me, fuck, yes.’ Finger-fuck you, hit G-spot. It swells, you squirt: ‘Look how wet I am.’ Soaked fingers, drenched sheets.
The Excess
You pinch my nipples hard, teeth follow. Pain-pleasure blur. I trust you completely. We 69, mouths devouring. Your cunt grinds my face; my cock fills your throat.
Straddling me, feet planted, you impale on my dick. Tight, sucking me deep. Breasts bounce, eyes tease: ‘Can’t hold back?’ Juices flood my balls. I beg stop.
I flip you, finger-bang till you gush again. ‘Feels like you’re pissing on me.’ You whisper, ‘Want to fuck my ass?’
Wet finger first, then my cock. Slow entry, your hole grips. You relax, pull me deeper: ‘All in.’ Doggy now, ass cheeks spread. Pound steady, finger your clit. You cry, ‘I’m coming!’ Contractions milk me. I explode inside, ecstasy waves crashing.
We collapse, sweat-slick on silk. Hearts pound. ‘No touching,’ you murmur, oversensitive. Bodies entwine, breaths sync. Penthouse silence wraps us. You drift off first. I watch, grateful. Eyes close. In this glass fortress, our secret sleeps safe.
