Sam had been rushed off his feet planning and organising for Elsa's birthday party. He had used his skills and buddies to track down some of his beloved's long lost friends and relatives as a surprise and had utilised as many of the hotel staff as he could get his hands on. All of which were kind enough to bend over backwards for him, not just because he was the hotel owners 'Boy Toy' but because he was charming, had a way with people and was always gracious to them for helping.

The evening had been a great success. Elsa was delighted with the surprise party, especially the cake but she was overjoyed at seeing so many long lost faces and made no excuse to repeatedly show Sam how grateful she was by spending the night being overly affectionate with him in full view of her guests. The party raged on into the night but Sam had come prepared with more than a few days of lie-ins and time poolside along with the regular Siestas and today, gallons of coffee. As it started to wind down and guests were leaving, he quickly whisked her back to the penthouse suite for one last birthday treat. Glad to finally be alone together she kissed him deeply but he broke away insisting that she go remove her makeup and shower before bed. Tired from the evenings activity it sounded like a great idea so she kicked off her high hells and headed for the bathroom.

She enjoyed a steaming hot shower to ease the tension accumulated throughout the day but when the pounding hot water was turned off and the steam cleared a little, Sam was standing in the middle of the bathroom, hands folded neatly in front of him and a sexy sly grin on his face.

"How long have you been watching me?" Elsa asked, slightly surprised.

"Not nearly long enough!" Was his husky reply.

He grabbed an oversized, soft, fluffy towel and enveloped her with it as she left the shower. Sam held the towel around her, his strong arms pinning hers by her side, trapping them under the towel and kissed her slowly. She was hot from the shower but his lips were cool against her skin. His tongue was soft and supple as it delicately explored her mouth, but when he felt her body stiffen and press against him he knew she was ready for what he had in store. When a soft, whisper quiet moan of pleasure sounded deep in her throat, he took it as his cue.

Dropping the towel so that she was completely exposed in front of him, he swept her up in his arms, pirouetted her once on the spot which coaxed a girlish giggle from her before carrying her through to the bedroom. He sat her on the edge of the silky soft bed but when she reached for his belt he stopped her.

"No, tonight is your night. It's your birthday after all." He said softly.

Elsa was a strong, independent woman and one of the many reasons why Sam loved her was the ability she had to stand up to him. Sure, he wore the trousers in their relationship, well, they were more brightly coloured swim shorts than trousers but they were always evenly matched at being the dominant force in the bedroom, frequently taking turns as to who was in control, but not tonight. Tonight he would be in control and she would feel like a Queen.

Sam bent down and kissed her hard, passionately, ramping up her desire for him another notch. Gently exerting more force he leaned into the kiss, pressing her back against the bed. He lay alongside her and enjoyed the softness of her full lips while cradling her beautiful face in his hand. After a moment he glided his fingertips down her long slender neck, over the peak of her breast, along her waist and over the rise of her hip before crossing her lower stomach and resting his hand between her legs. He continued with his passionate kisses but left his hand immobile, teasing her with the implied pleasure yet to come. The devine torture of the warmth and presence of his hand was driving her wild. She squirmed and reared her hips off the bed so she came up into his palm only to be pressed back into the bed. He disengaged his lips from hers when she let out a small whimper at being denied the pleasure his fingers would bring. One of the most glorious sounds to Sam's ears was that of Elsa moaning with desire for him and he wanted to be able to hear those exquisite tones more clearly.

He continued by placing hot, hungry kisses on her neck trailing down to her heaving breasts, enjoying their soft fullness against his lips, brushing them with his smooth cheek freshly shaven for the party. Sam moved his hand fractionally further down between her legs and they parted automatically for him. He took her nipple in his mouth and flicked it with the tip of his rigid tongue while simultaneously entering her with his fingers. She let out a moan of pleasure, Sam couldn't help but smile at the sound. His long fingers established a slow rhythm which was mirrored by the movement of his tongue against her delicate nipple. He spent eons touching and kissing her like this while listening to her breathing become heavier and the delicate breathy moans of pleasure that punctuated it.

Her breast rose to meet his lips every time they parted from it. Her pelvis rocked against his hand, begging to increase the pace but he kept the steady rhythm. Sam adjusted his position and blazed a trail of hot kisses down her stomach as he slid off the edge of the bed and onto his knees. Elsa held her breath in anticipation and let it out in a rush as Sam's tongue found her most sensitive spot. Her back arched off the bed as the delicate texture of his tongue worked its magic coupled with his strong fingers which never missed a beat she was in her own little bubble of rapture.

They had been together for a little over three years now and Sam used the knowledge he had gained of her body along with his years of experience to bring her dizzyingly close to the edge. He brought her so perilously close and suddenly stopped. She writhed and grabbed fistfuls of his hair panting and whining for sweet release all the while. When he was satisfied that she had stepped back enough from the edge he continued with his movements, gradually increasing the pace and was rewarded by Elsa's moans raising an octave. He did this several times, just as she was about to fall over the edge into the oblivion of orgasm, he brought her back down to earth. Each time she begged him, pleaded with him to finish her off, even trying to push him away and do it herself her need was now so great.

When Sam was satisfied that she was ready and her cries were stirring a primal urge inside him, he rose to his feet and started to undress in front of her. He enjoyed the sight of her laying before him, wanton and hungry for his passion, a sheen of sweat made her body glisten and her eyes were that of a predator as they roved over him. As soon as he was free from the last fibre of fabric on his body she lunged at him. Unprepared and taken off guard her momentum knocked him off his feet and they both fell to the floor in a heap.

"Ouff... Elsa-" Sam started to scold but her lips clamped down on his and she kissed him hungrily, full of desire. Her damp hair fell in tendrils around his face as she moved to straddle him. Sam had to admit that his plan of driving her wild had worked a little too well as now the tables had turned. He allowed her to reach between his legs, encircle his manhood and use a few light strokes to coax his own moan of pleasure. It took no time at all for Elsa to be content that he was at peak firmness, place him at her entrance and look into his rich brown eyes while she slid down his length. They both whispered their pleasure at the action in a breathy sigh before she kissed him hard and sat straight up, ensuring she was able to gain maximum benefit from his engorged, throbbing member she started to move her hips. Sam used his powerful leg muscles to encourage her to raise higher, crash down harder and take even more of him inside her. Her perfect breasts bounced gloriously before him as grabbed her hips helping her keep the rhythm.

Sam's eyes rolled back into his head as he enjoyed the wonderful, pleasurable sensations Elsa was giving him, but when she changed the rhythm and her movements became more desperate he suddenly realised that he was supposed to be in control pleasuring her! He sat up, causing her to slow, placed one arm around her waist, the other at the back of her head and with tactical skill and precision he was able to flip her onto her back, taking care that she didn't hit her head on the ground. He now had the advantage on top of her, still cradling her head but now pinning her hip to the floor Sam began his skilful masterpiece. She could feel every centimetre of his magnificence repeatedly delving into her hot core, caressing all the right spots and making her call out even louder than before. The tension in her body rose from his masterful strokes until the room fell away and all that was left were his beautiful brown eyes gazing into her soul. In that moment her breathing became even more rapid and shallow, then suddenly, without warning her body convulsed releasing all the built up tension in a tremendous wave of pleasure as she fell over the edge. She held him tight while she orgasmed and screamed his name to the ceiling. He was only a moment behind her. An animalistic groan escaped his throat as his body shuddered and he buried his head in the crook of her neck, whispering her name over and over until they both stilled.

The following morning over breakfast Elsa thanked him again for the wonderful time last night and asked if he would do her a favour. She had an errand to run across town and wanted Sam to drive her so they could spend the rest of the morning together. He had agreed as the only thing he had planned for today was a sun lounger by the pool and a bottomless mojito. So they stood at the hotel entrance, Sam's arm possessively around Elsa's waist while the waited for the valet to bring his car around. A few minutes passed before a stylish black BMW pulled up, when Sam saw a flash of the champagne leather interior he couldn't resist whispering "Nice." under his breath, thinking it was for one of the other wealthy hotel guests.

"I'm glad you approve." Elsa gazed up at him with a pretty little smile. She had heard him.

Sam gave her a puzzled look, not fully comprehending her meaning. The valet approached them and offered him the keys, Sam cocked his eyebrow at the man, puzzled but not wanting to get his hopes up or jump to conclusions his gaze returned to Elsa.

"Just because it's my birthday doesn't mean you can't have a present too!" She cooed at him, rubbing a hand over the brightly coloured silken fabric that was denying her coiling her fingers around the hair on his manly chest.

"You bought me a new car for your birthday?!" Suddenly Sam couldn't take his eyes off the gleaming black machine. In a daze he took the offered keys and had enough presence of mind to tip the poor valet who had been looking uncomfortable hanging around in their conversation.

"I know you love the Cadillac but it was time for an upgrade. I wanted you to have something that would have no trouble outrunning the bad guys but not so ostentatious that it doesn't blend in if your tailing someone."

"I'm impressed you put so much careful thought into this. I love it, babe and you too of course!" Sam planted a delicate but intense thank you kiss on her lips.

"I bought the Cadillac not long after we met, when I didn't know so much about you, didn't love you as much as I do right now and I would have had qualms about trusting you with my life but if it came to it now, I would trust you implicitly." He didn't like where this was going but he let her continue. "I love you so much Sammy, I just wanted you to know that and I wanted to thank you for always coming back to me." Her hand lightly brushed his side, right on his gunshot wound and when she looked up at him her eyes were glistening.

"Aww, Pumpkin. I love you too." He wrapped his arms around her in a vice-like embrace and whispered into her hair "I will always come back to you, if I'm able." They stood statuesque for several moments and when they broke apart he asked "Now, how about that errand?"

"I lied. There is no errand." She admitted. "But I'd still love to go for a drive with you." A sly smile spread slowly across her soft lips.

"Hop in." He replied with a sly smile of his own.

Sam escorted her to the car, opened the door for her and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her skirt ride up to give him an eyeful of her sumptuous long legs. He closed the door and quickly made his way around the front of the car, but not so quickly he didn't enjoy the look of his new black sweetheart, jumped into the drivers side and quickly made himself comfortable. He started the engine which made a deep throaty purr that vibrated in the manly part of him that was hard wired to horsepower.

"Oh yeah!" He grinned at her like a giddy schoolboy and watched while she put on her sunglasses, turn to him and say

"Take me for a ride."