Chapter 4: Climax
Ingrid is wearing a tight black dress that is classily short and has no shoulder straps so her beautiful neck shoulders, and beautiful breasts are on display. Her ass and legs also look great in it and she’s wearing black high heels. Her long brown hair has waves in it and she looks great. he walks her up to her room she thanks him and he leans in and tries to kiss her.
"No, no no, I'm not that drunk. You know I'm married and I'm not a cheater, go to sleep" she says playfully.
"Sorry, sorry, I've had one too many scotches but I could use a night cap, you game The mini bar is pretty stocked." he says.
"Fine, come in and have a drink but no funny business." she says.
She opens the door to her room and walks in. She watches her ass swing in the tight black dress that hugs all of her beautiful curves. She opens the mini bar and tells him to help himself, it's all on the company anyway. She pulls out her phone and thinks of texting her husband but thinks against it as it might be awkward if he calls her and their's a man in her room. She opens up Spotify and starts looking for a playlist and shuffles through songs, He hands her a drink and they cheers. He leans near her and looks at her playlist and suggests a few songs. He gets closer to her and can smell her perfume and hair, he smells so good and sweet. He is now looking over her shoulder and making suggestions. He can see the cleavage in her dress from his vantage point, she is so gorgeous. he comes behind her and he softly kiss her on the neck. She’s a little more receptive to it at this point but still feeling guilty. She says no stop stop. She turns around and slightly puts her hand on his chest and tries to push him away , he lift her head up and kiss on her lips and she surprisingly kisses back and tries to pull out her tits shockingly stop and says no no no I can’t do this marry so he goes back to him again and then he says OK fine let’s just kiss. And she says OK just kiss but no funny business so they start kissing again and it starts getting hotter and heavier.
Jim's hand drifts down to her waist, pulling her closer to him. The tension between them is palpable, the air thick with their combined desire. He can feel the heat of her body pressed against his as they explore each other with eager tongues.
"Fuck, Ingrid," he groans, pushing her gently against the wall. "I've wanted you for so long."
She moans softly, closing her eyes as his lips trail down her neck. Her body surges with an electrical current, a flame igniting deep within her.
She's married, she thinks to herself, as if her mind is trying to conjure up any last shred of resistance. She shouldn't be doing this - she shouldn't be allowing herself to get swept away by this magnetic pull that has brought her and Jim together, trapped in an embrace. She can't help it, though. Her skin is thrumming with excitement, and she can feel her heartbeat hammering out of her chest as Jim's hand moves lower, skimming along the hem of her dress and taking advantage of the fact that she's not wearing any panties.
"Oh, fuck," she moans, as he plunges a finger inside her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. Ingrid grinds against his hand, incapable of stopping herself from chasing that high, that all-consuming rush.
Their mouths meet once again, their tongues dancing together as they give into each other completely. Jim walks her over to the plush king-sized bed and she tumbles backward onto it. Jim is right there and follows her down and he pulls off her thong roughly and they are both half undressed now.
He pushes her down onto the bed and gets between her legs. He leans over her, his breath hot against her face.
"You know what I want, Ingrid," he growls, reaching down to massage her hips. "You know how much I've wanted you."
She moans, grinding her hips against his hand. He has her so hot and bothered. She wants him, too, even though she knows she's betraying her husband. She closes her eyes and gives herself up to the sensation.
He is so hard, his cock pressing against her thigh as he kisses down her neck, circling her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Ingrid moans and reaches down to stroke him through his pants, feeling his length. He groans and grinds his hips against her hand with pleasure.
Jim pulls down the neckline of her dress, exposing her breasts. They fall free, perfect and round. He leans down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily.
Ingrid arches her back, a moan escaping her lips as he bites softly. Her fingers pull at his hair, tugging him closer.
"Fuck, Jim," she whispers, her voice barely above a murmur.
Jim eases himself away from her breasts, his eyes never leaving hers. He leans down, capturing her lips with his own. Their tongues dance, exploring each other's mouths hungrily.
Ingrid reaches down to undo his pants, pulling his erection free.
He is thick and hard, bobbing against her palm. She gazes up at him, a mixture of guilt and arousal crossing her face.
"I can't do this," she murmurs, her breath hitching.
Jim's brow furrows, and he leans forward, catching her mouth in another soulful kiss. HeWrapping one arm around her waist, Jim spins her onto her back on the bed, pinning her with his greater weight. His hands trace a hot, hungry path down her torso, settling on her hips, holding her in place.
Ingrid doesn't resist, and she can feel her resolve weakening, cracking and crumbling like a sandcastle in the tide.
He continues to kiss her, his lips demanding and passionate, as he reaches between her legs and strokes her slick folds. She moans into his mouth, desperately trying to remind herself that this is wrong.
But her body isn't listening. Her breath hitches as he expertly circles her clit with his fingers.
She rocks her hips up to meet his touch, her body surrendering to the pleasure building within.
Jim moves up, taking one of her erect nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it without abandon. Ingrid's whole body quakes as wave after wave of euphoria crashes over her. She grabs onto his hair, pulling him closer as she comes, crying out his name.
He doesn't release her, instead continuing his tactile assault, licking and kissing every inch of her bare skin. He starts to rub his dick up and down her swollen, soaking wet pussy lips. The slopping, slushy sounds of her wet pussy filling the room. He can’t believe he has this married beauty he has dreamed about fucking in this position. His tip glistens with her juices, and Jim can't resist the temptation any longer. He pushes inside her, feeling her warmth surround him as his cock fills her slick pussy. The sensation is overwhelming, and he groans aloud, unable to contain his pleasure.
Ingrid moans as he enters her, her body tensing and arching in response to the sudden fullness. She feels wicked and wrong—and yet, she can't help but thrill to his touch.
Jim begins to thrust, each stroke harder and faster than the last.
She feels herself sinking into the pleasurable sensations, her body begging for more as she meets him thrust for thrust. Their bodies move in perfect harmony as they chase their release together.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," Jim gasps, his muscles straining as he holds her down against the bed.
Ingrid can't help but moan, her pleasure building inside her like a volcano waiting to erupt. Every stroke, every kiss and nip of his teeth, is pushing her closer to the edge.
Jim's thrusting becomes more urgent, his cock pistoning in and out of her slick, tight pussy. She can feel her own orgasm building inside her, like a coiled spring ready to unravel.
"Jim, I'm gonna come," she gasps, gripping onto his shoulders.
He groans in response, his lips finding hers once more. He kisses her deeply, swallowing her cries as she falls over the edge. Her orgasm hits her hard, causing her body to shake and tremble.
Jim's strokes become more erratic as he feels her tight pussy pulsating around his throbbing cock. She releases her grip on his shoulders and throws her head back, screaming in ecstasy as she rides the wave of intense pleasure.
Jim can't hold back any longer. He too feels a surge of pleasure building within him, and he grunts loudly as he reaching his own climax. He pumps in and out, increasing his speed, until he feels a great release wave wash over him.
With a shout of pleasure, he spills his seed deep inside her, his entire being momentarily consumed with the ecstasy of climaxing inside this woman he has desired for so long. Ingrid gasps and moans as Jim's warm fluids fill her, writhing beneath him as the aftershocks of her own climax ripple through her body.
They stay like that for a few moments, ensnared in each other's arms, their breaths shallow and heavy, before gradually coming back to their senses.
Ingrid disentangles herself from Jim's grip and sits up, wiping her brow. She looks at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of guilt and desire.
"What have we done?" she whispers, almost to herself.
Jim doesn't say anything, but reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. She leans into his touch for a moment before pulling away, getting up from the bed and hastily fixing her dress. Jim does the same, tucking his now-flaccid cock back into his pants and zipping up.
Ingrid finishes adjusting her dress and gives him a stern look - she's not sure what to make of this encounter. But there's something in his eyes that lingers, something that tells her that tonight's events will haunt her later on.
She forces herself to focus on the present, busying herself with tidying the room. Jim sees her struggling to maintain her composure, and he goes over to assist her. In the process, their hands accidentally brush against one another - sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. He grabs her by the ass and turns her around, he roughly lifts her dress over her ass and pulls her thong to the side.
Ingrid is as incredible as he imagined, her ass is round and firm, and her thighs are strong. He can't help but feel a surge of animalistic desire as he looks at her.
Ingrid is standing there, naked from the waist down and looking at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion in her eyes. He sticks his dick inside her wet and pen pussy one more time and starts fucking her hard.
He kisses her neck and says, "You feel so good babe, you are all mine now" as he grabs onto her breasts and squeezes them hard. She moans loudly, still facing away from him. He is going in deep and hard now, faster and faster like a machine.
Ingrid moans deeper, closing her eyes as her pussy tightens around his cock.. She can feel herself getting close to another orgasm and with every thrust she screams in pleasure.
Jim is relentless, his cock pistoning in and out of her as he takes what he wants from her.
She’s moaning and wildly grabbing the bed sheets, the intensity building between her thighs, waves of pleasure coursing through her. She feels herself being pushed and pulled towards the edge and with a final hard thrust, Jim pushes her right over it.
As her orgasm rips through her body, she can feel herself contracting around his cock, milking him for everything he's worth.
She's screaming now, her voice echoing off the walls of the luxurious hotel suite as she lets go of all inhibitions. He growls with satisfaction, his hand finding her ass and giving it a hard slap, his other hand planted firmly on the small of her back, pushing her against the wall, his cock filling her to the brim.
He licks the salt from her skin with the wild Energy of the desperate, caught up in the reckless abandon of their shared desires.
She moans in pleasure, bucking her hips against his, encouraging his touch. Before long, he finds himself standing in between her spread legs and taking her in with a frenzied hunger.
She is wearing nothing but a lace thong that barely covers her prize, and he relishes the tantalizing glimpse it offers. With a low growl, he rips the underwear off of her, nearly crushing her delicate flower in his haste.
Ingrid gasps as he buries his face between her legs, his tongue lashing out to taste her sweetness. He laps at her wetness eagerly, savoring every drop of her arousal.
She cries out, bucking her hips up to meet his mouth. She tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he fucks her with his tongue, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
She can feel herself dripping wet and ready for more, her body humming with anticipation.
Jim lifts her up and lays her on her back on the bed, hooking her legs over his shoulders. He stretches out her legs, spreading them wide before diving back in, his tongue grazing her sensitive folds before finally finding her clit and flicking it with fast,quisitive movements.
Ingrid grasps the headboard as he sucks at her and licks her, her body starts to shake uncontrollably and she can feel a powerful climax building inside her.