"Where are we going?" Cristina was almost running to keep up with Owen's purposeful gait as they moved along the corridor towards the elevator bank in the lobby.
"Wait. You'll like it, I promise!" The elevator arrived and he gestured for her to step on. He pressed the button for the top floor and they stood side by side, hands entwined, as they began their ascent.
Cristina decided she would stop trying to figure out what Owen had planned and just give in and go with it. She was just going to enjoy this time spent just the 2 of them. Part of her missed having Owen all to herself and she felt little stabs of longing on rare occasions when he was feeding or bathing Daniel, wishing his hands were holding her or that she was the sole object of his attention and affection. Yet the other part of her found it hard to remember a time before they had become the 3 of them. She had grown to love their evening routine of waiting for Owen to come home from the hospital to eat the dinner that he still had to cook (the cooking she had planned to learn had still not been factored into her day), taking Daniel for his evening stroll through the city, Owen reading him a story or playing him lullabies on the guitar while she took a bath and then curling up to talk on the sofa with a bottle of wine once their son was safely on his way to dreamland. He was an amazingly attentive and loving father. It made him even more sexy and desirable to her, if that were possible! She wondered what her son was doing now, she hoped he was still sleeping. She knew he had been earlier as she had secretly called Owen's mom to check on him when she had gone to the bathroom. She didn't want Owen to think she didn't trust Susan, so she didn't mention it. Cristina was shaken out of her silent revery by the lurch of the elevator as it reached it's destination.
Ping!
The heavy doors slid open and Cristina clapped her hands over her mouth in a gesture of absolute shock. How had he organised all this? When had he organised all this? That military training in secret recognisance certainly came in useful!
On the hotel rooftop was a table identical to the one they had just vacated in the dining room. It was laid for desert with 2 perfect chocolate soufflés and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket to the side. A single long stem red Rose stood errect in a thin crystal vase and the strains of classical music softly moved across the night air.
The view of the city from this vantage point was absolutely breath taking, it was stunning. The space needle towered above all the other buildings, it's bright lights shining like a beacon. It was like the parent- wrapping the smaller buildings under it's glow sheltering them from threat or enemy. The ferryboats danced over the water in soothing patterns of welcome and parting, carrying lovers home to each other, children back to the bosoms of their families and visitors away with memories to pour over and stories to tell.
Owen and Cristina just stood for a few moments, taking in the view, happy to be sharing it with one another. Cristina was tucked in her familiar spot, under her husband's arm, both her own clasped around his waist, his chin resting on the top of her head.
"You are such an old romantic." Cristina murmured into his shoulder.
"You bring it out of me!" he murmured back into the top of her hair. Running his hand down her back, he motioned for her to move towards the table with him. He held out the chair for her to be seated and pored her a glass of champagne before sitting down himself. They clinked glasses toasting their new status as a once again engaged married couple and ate the soufflé, savouring every mouthful as part of the most wickedly 1delicious foreplay.
Cristina seductively licked every shred of the moist chocolate fluff off of her spoon and the tips of her fingers, Owen never took his eyes off his wife for a beat, as he licked his lips and ran his index finger around the rim of the champagne flute. Both noticed their breath shorten in anticipation. They both knew how this night was going to end- a hot, sweaty, satisfied tangle of limbs, their bodies imprinted with the physical communication of their emotional bond.
The opening notes of a song that summed up everything Owen had always felt for this woman but at times had been unable to verbalise began to play from the IPod he had requested be provided.
Her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like their not shining, her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying. She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday.
"Dance with me?" Owen shrugged off his jacket and hung it over the back of the chair and held his open palm out across the table to help his wife out of her seat. He pulled her tiny body towards his muscular one and folded her into his strong arms. She rested her head on his chest as they began to sway in time to the melody that underscored the beautiful lyrics. Their bodies lilted in perfect sycronicity to the music, if one of them moved backwards the other rippled forwards in order to maintain total body contact.
When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change. Girl you're amazing just the way you are...and you know, you know, you know i'd never ask you to change, if perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same...
The song continued and the couple caressed and explored each others bodies as they kept dancing. Cristina ran her hands up and down Owen's back, along his broad shoulders and let her fingertips outline the planes of his face. Owen gently kissed each finger as they traced his lips and beard, he rubbed and squeezed her shapely ass, he kissed her bare shoulder exposed by the asymmetric neckline of the cocktail dress and he nuzzled his head into the side of his wife's neck and nibbled lightly.
"Mmmm..." Cristina moaned, stretching her head back to give him a larger surface area to weave his particular brand of magic on. She ran her fingers up into his hair and gripped on, wanting to root them both totally in this moment.
Owen's hands circled their way back down over her hips and down the outside of her thighs until they came to a stop just above her knee at the hem of her dress. He had not forgotten the dirty little secret she had shared with him in the cab ride over here and now he was more than ready to stake a claim on her most intimate area.
He scrapped his fingernails up the inside of her leg. The sensation made Cristina gasp with longing. She unbuttoned his shirt exposing his bare chest and licked the contours of his pecks. The fact that he had a clear path straight to her centre heightened both of their carnal desires, she began to moisten- he could feel the heat emanating from her core and she could feel the tightening of his cock against her stomach.
"You are a very bad, bad girl." Owen growled against her cheek, his fingers making their final steps upon the smooth, warm skin where her leg ended and her sex began. They kissed. A furious, heated, lustful kiss. Their tongues attacking and submitting in a power struggle fuelled entirely by selfish desire to drink in the most of each other. As the battle between their mouths raged, Owen fingers traced the lightest circle directly on the very tip of her already throbbing clit, causing her to begin to pant and groan against his mouth. His kisses could not silence her as the panting quickly turned into a pained cry of pleasure as his thumb took over the circular motion at an increased pressure and his forefinger and index finger plunged inside her.
Her knees felt weak and they buckled slightly. She wanted to drop to her knees in ecstasy. She felt Owen grip her waist and bite into her lips to keep her exactly where he wanted her. She fumbled for his zipper, yanked it down and drew out his thick, hard cock. She echoed the rhythm he was setting on her back to him, their hands dancing a seductive tango with each others heat, their lips a paso double- neither submitting as the fight for ultimate satisfaction raged on.
Gasping for air, they were forced to break their lips apart. Owen fixed her with an intense stare, his eyes washed a darker blue telling her in no uncertain terms that she was the one whose body fitted so perfectly with his, she was the one he wanted to release everything he had to give to and seek to satisfy her in all the ways she wanted.
"I need you... inside me...I want you...I love you!" Cristina's words came out as a desperate hissing. She reached up to grip his shoulders, her passion for this man gave her strength that at other times lay dormant in her petite frame. She pushed him back in to the chair and straddled her legs either side of him. He pushed up her dress until it was bunched around her hips, her aching centre desperate for him to occupy her. Owen lowered her down slowly onto his rock hard cock and as soon as he was buried inside her she rocked her hips slowly, grinding their bodies together, climbing towards a moment of intimate
"I'm here...I love you...I'm with you..." Owen's guttural groans were coming louder and faster, she could feel him hardening and tightening inside her, she pulled his head onto her chest. He pulled back, desperate to impale her even deeper. He reached down behind her knee and pulled her leg up to rest on his shoulder, the patent stiletto causing friction on the side of his face, the sharp tip of the heel grazing his ear. The soft skin of her shapely leg juxtaposed by the harsh material of the shoe encasing her slender foot turned him on, made him feel dirty and fully charged. He lent his wife back at the waist and kissed the back of her knee. It was a very sensitive spot on Cristina, she learnt that lesson early on in their sex life, so she bent her arms behind her and gripped onto his knees to balance herself against the onslaught of pleasure her husband was showering her with.
"OWEN!" she screamed out his name as he simultaneously pushed himself into her, with a force so dynamic she could have sworn the tip of his cock had touched her actual heart, and pulled her towards him. The Seattle air carried the sound of his name away, leaving behind all the meaning- he was the one she had found, the one she had briefly lost, the one now who she would hold on to for her whole life in the here and in the here after.
No words were needed to alert the other that they were both nearing the summit of their lovemaking. Their bodies, still for the most part clothed in a suit and a dress, writhed and clung to each other- fingernails digging and scratching, teeth biting, lips sucking at any piece of sweaty, tingling exposed flesh. Owen gave one last thrust and began to spill himself into his wife, releasing with it his love, his commitment and his promise to always be with her. Cristina let her head loll back over her shoulder, succumbing to her own orgasm, her walls tightening around her husband's length squeezing out every drop of what he was gifting to her and embedding her own physical vows of forever and always onto him.
They held each other close, tuning into the sound of each others hearts as they began the descent from their shared high. Owen rubbed her back and helped her slip off him and find a comfortable position sitting sideways in his lap.
Cristina held her man's face in the palms of her hands and softly kissed him once and pecked a second sweet kiss on his lips as she hugged him to her, his head resting on her shoulder. Curled up in his lap, just as she had been in the hours after the birth of their son, she smiled to herself as a thought waltzed into her consciousness at the exact same moment the same one skipped into Owen's...
I love you! Best sex ever with our clothes on!