Rifiuto: Non Miriena
"The living are more demanding; the dead can wait."
- Primo Levi (1919 - 1987), Italian Jewish chemist, writer and Holocaust Survivor
Oświęcim Hotel
Suite 145
The door shut softly behind them, Do Not Disturb swaying gently before settling. He leaned against the door, watching as she wandered towards the small outdoor patio, letting her gaze wander over the view. After a moment, he pushed himself away from the door, going to the entertainment center and quickly checking it for bugs- he found a couple, but let them; they'd talked it over in hushed tones during dinner, that maybe leaving the surveillance devices would give them a clue as to who had gone after the couple in the first place.
He slipped out onto the patio, going to her and sliding his hands down her shoulders and around her waist. "Come back inside, Ella. I can think of something better than stargazing." He kissed the space beneath her ear, and she turned to him, dark eyes locking with his.
"And what is that, Evan, love?" She asked, pulling out of his embrace and taking his hand, tugging him into the suite. He shut the door behind him, locking it. Then, he leaned close, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. He moved his other hand around her neck, undoing the straps of her halter and letting the material fall to expose the soft mounds of her breasts. As the dress slid down her hips, she reached out, tugging the jacket off him and dropping it to the floor before working on the buttons of his shirt. Her gaze moved over his chest- though they'd only just met, she couldn't help admiring his physique.
He clearly worked out- if she remembered correctly, he'd told her over dinner that he went for a run every morning and had cut out sugar and soda from an early age, because his little sister was diabetic, and it was in support of her, and so he had managed to avoid the dreaded Juvenile Diabetes his sister had been diagnosed with at eight. She ran a hand up his chest, licking her lips, a wolfish grin tugging at her features. But before she could say anything, his mouth was on hers, his hands in her hair, the curls falling down around her face. they walked back to the bedroom, the door slamming behind them.
Thinking only of the taste of her mouth and the feel of her skin, he pushed her onto the bed, breaking the kiss as he moved his mouth down her body. His hands trailed down her body, introducing themselves to her curves. The dress she'd worn now lay forgotten on the floor in the living room area, leaving her in only a pair of red lace panties. He glanced at her, and she nodded, giving him permission to remove the underwear. He continued kissing his way down her body, brushing feather-light kisses down her belly towards the dark curls between her thighs. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh before continuing on.
She gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair and tugging as her back arched in pleasure. A moan of pleasure escaped her throat as he continued his assault on her, and she told herself to keep control, because soon it would be her turn to do the same to him. That thought- and her control- quickly fled her mind though as her eyes struggled to focus; she found Tim wiping at his mouth, grinning at her. Before she could speak, his mouth was back on hers; her hands worked on removing his pants and boxers, until they were both completely nude and exposed to the disappearing chill in the air.
One hand reached; her small fingers stroked his length- she could feel him lengthen and firm beneath her hand, and she grinned, sliding one leg up his body to wrap around his waist. She moved her hands up to caress his back, inhaling sharply as the tip of him brushed against the tiny bundle of nerves between her legs. Finally, he broke the kiss, meeting her gaze. A sly smile tugged at his lips, and he kissed her sweetly as he entered her.
She broke the kiss, groaning softly as he began to fill her- it was tight, and he was thick- much thicker than she expected. She panted, meeting his gaze. He brushed a kiss to her lips, a silent apology for catching her off guard. She slid her hands down his back, digging her nails into his skin, hands grasping at sweat-soaked skin as they began to find their rhythm. Although, before they reached their climax, she flipped them over so that she was above him. She leaned down, pressing her nose to his.
"There is one thing you need to know about me, Tim." She purred.
"And what's that?" He asked; she grinned, nudging her nose against his for several seconds before,
"I like to be on top." Then, she pressed a firm kiss to his mouth. "Do you have a problem with that?"
He shook his head. "Not at all."
Neither noticed the video surveillance recording their every move.