Sealed with a Kiss

Chapter 2

"So you're originally from Scotland?" Ellie asked as she picked a glazed strawberry from the last of the fruit tarts and popped it in her mouth.

"A remote Scottish island, yes." Ciaran watched her with amusement. "From an old aristrocratic family. But that doens't mean much down here."

"I knew it! Those aren't regular guy cufflinks!"

Ciaran laughed and tugged at his sleeve cuffs. "Guilty, as charged. I try not to show off too much, but you caught me."

"Who even wear cufflinks, anyhow?" Ellie laughed, but quickly added apologetically. "Not that it's a bad thing! They're very stylish! Ugh, idiot...." she muttered to herself, ashamed that she passed fashion judgement on a member of the nobility. Once again, he had gotten too comfortable - it happened all the time at Liam's cortporate events.

Liam was immediately at her side, grabbing her arm. "My fiancée is not used to being around quality people. I'm so sorry for her rudeness. Come on, have to go check into the hotel."

His fingers dug painfully into the flash of Ellie's upper arm, but she didn't show it. "He's right. I'm sorry. Thank you for sharing your snacks, and it was really nice getting to know you!"

"Likewise!" Ciaran responded. He watched Liam half-drag Ellie out of the cafe and frowned at his retreated back.

Once they'd checked into the hotel, Liam let his fiancé know what was on his mind.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to embarrass yourself in front of new people? Especially potentially weathly people who I could network with! God, I can't take you anywhere!" He slammed his suitcase onto the floor beside the bed, then squeezed his temples. Ellie crossed to him and snuggled into his chest.

"I"m sorry, hun. I wasn't thinking. How about you take a shower and a power nap before our dinner reservation? Maybe it'll take the edge off the jetlag."

He sighed and kissed the top of her head. "Maybe it will." He replied, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt.

"Here, let me help" Ellie smiled seductively and ran her hands down his chest. "Maybe there's something else that will make you feel better She unbuttoned the waistband of his slacks and slowly pulled the fly open. "And maybe forgive me?"

Liam scoffed, but didn't stop her. She finished unbuttoning his shirts and slipped it off his shoulders, then knelt and pulled down his pants and briefs. She paused a moment and admired his c**k, impressive even while flaccid, then took it in her mouth. Liam swayed, then steadied himself by placing a hand on her head.

"Fuuuuck." He groaned. She felt him twitch and grow in her mouth, and soon, she had to use a hand to accomodate his length.

The hotel room disappeared around Ellie as she focused her fiancée. His grunts of pleasure drove her wild, and it wasn't long before she slipped her free hand into her leggings and played with her own button in response.

The hands on her head gripped a little harder and he started to thrust in and out of her mouth. "Yeah, that's it...take it." He mumbled. "Take that d**k, like a good f*****g whore."

Ellie moaned as his filthy words heightened her arousal. She didn't love being called a w***e, but she knew it was just dirty talk, and he liked it, so it turned her on just the same. She broke free from his grasp and ripped off her tank top and leggings. In two steps, she was on the bed, beckoning to him.

Cock in hand, Liam turned towards her, but instead of crawling on top of his awaiting fiancée, he grabbed her thigh.

"Turn over." he ordered.

As soon as she was on her knees, Liam ripped her panties down, probed her nethers for the right entrace, and slammed into her.

Ellie cried out, muffling her pleasured screams with the crisp white linen of the hotel pillow while he f****d her hard from behind. A sharp slap rung through the room as he smacked her rear once, twice, three times.

"Who's my good girl? You are, you dirty f*****g slut." His words slipped through gritted teeth as his thrusts grew faster and more frenzied. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, jerking her head back from the pillow. and each plunge grew rougher than the last until, with a final grunt, he pulled out. "Ugh..fuck f**k f**k fuuuuck" and Ellie felt the warm droplets of c*m land on her back.

He didn't give her a chance to climax this time, but she was willing to overlook it, considering the day he'd had. With a sigh she collapsed onto the rumpled bed.

"Did you c*m?" He asked breathlessly, pulling a corner of the sheet out and wiping off his now-soft cock..

"I'll finish myself off while you're in the shower" she replied sweetly. "Unless you want to watch...?" She turned over and opened her legs, sliding a hand over her breast and downwards into the neat garden of dark curls that covered her mound. With delicate fingers, she parted the lips to reveal pretty pink petals, slick with juices. She slipped two fingers in and moaned.

"I really need to shower." He replied with a hint of regret as he stepped into the bathroom. "You go ahead."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Ellie deflated. She loved Liam deeply, but he wasn't the most generous lover. It won't matter when you're old and grey and have no more libido to speak of, she told herself. Deep regret filled her her as she kicked herself for not packing her vibrator.

"Wishful thinking, I guess." She muttered to herself. She closed her eyes and summoned the memory of her lover's c**k buried deep inside her, sliding in and out, hitting all the right spots; the feeling of his hands of her breats and his lips on her skin. In quick firm circles, she stroked her throbbing c**t until she was able to climax. It wasn't the same when she did it to herself, but at least she'd be able to relax now.

Ellie curled up on one side of the bed and listened to the sounds of the shower running, then the padding footsteps of her fiancé returning to the bed and laying beside her. Soon, he was snoring, and she let herself drift into the light semi-sleep of an early afternoon nap.