Erm...serious steam warning ...hehe
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Mary slipped off of Matthew's lap, discretely smoothing out her dress where Matthew's hand had slipped inside. She noticed several heads poking around the corner to see if they were ready for the meal.
She threw her eyes in that direction to get her distracted husband's attention. As she retreated back across the table Matthew reached out and clasped her outstretched arm, placing a grazing kiss upon her fingertips, "We must do things properly," he winked slyly.
Mary gave him a sultry look back and sat down opposite.
Matthew twisted his head and raising two fingers, he waved the servers over.
Mary had ordered glasses of Chablis to accompany the simple appetizer of bread and cheese and a bottle of Sancerre for the main meal of sole meuniere. Brandied cherry tart for dessert with champagne arriving in an ice bucket.
Neither said much during the meal, content just to share the same space. Eyes flickered and flirted across the table as the servers came and went. Fingers entwined as they needed to touch. Mary's spikey heeled shoe played footsie under the table, stroking Matthew's calf so seductively it threatened to drive him wild.
The servers came and went with each course.
When the dessert course was removed, Matthew poured them another glass of champagne, reaching over and mouthed an "I love you" as they cleared the table of the last plates.
"You trying to get me tipsy?" Mary teased when the last of servers left them alone.
The side of Matthew's mouth lifted shamelessly. "We don't have to drive or be anywhere for the next 24 hours at least. If I want to get drunk and make passionate love to my wife for the entire night…"
"We should do exactly that." Mary finished, her eyebrows waggling.
Matthew sat back and sipped his drink. He had been stunned that Mary had concocted such a plot to lure him away to London on false pretenses and surprise him with a meal just for two a top their favorite restaurant.
"By the way, where are we staying tonight? Somehow I don't imagine you want to go back to my small flat at the Mall."
Mary shook her head in mock disgust. "I do not. I've booked the Pearl Suite at the Rosewood."
"Excellent choice." Matthew had to admit. He had clients fly in from overseas stay there as it was one of the more exclusive boutique hotels in London with spectacular views of the city from several of the suites.
"We can take a taxi." Mary said, grabbing her small handbag from the table. "I made arrangements with Alain that after a couple hours we'd let the restaurant have their roof back."
Matthew shoved the empty bottle back in the ice bucket. "We'll order more champagne there." He declared as he got up and moved behind his wife to pull the chair back to help her up.
She turned her head, her hair falling delicately around her shoulder. Matthew could not resist and they kissed.
"And I think I'll need breakfast in bed."
XX
They stood silhouetted against the shadows of the night. Mary had gone towards the window to put her bag on the table once they entered the hotel room. On the way over in the taxi Cora had rung to tell her the boys were happy and snug in their beds.
Noticing the door, Mary walked out onto the balcony of the penthouse. The view was spectacular and she bent slightly over the guard rail. Matthew followed, drawn by the figure-hugging tight way her dress fell against her backside. He had taken off his suit jacket and tie. His shirt collar was open.
His arms wrapped around his wife. His lips grazed against her alabaster skin, the nape of her neck tantalizing him with its clefts and crevices. Mary shivered in delight as fingers then began to roam. Down her shoulders, feeling each breast as they moved down to her slim waist. The curve of her hip and then her rounded rear. He tormented Mary with his slow hand as his fingers finally relented and strayed into her most private regions. He pushed the hem of her dress up, shoving aside the thin panel of her thong. She opened her legs up to his stroking. Her mouth dry as he found the junction of her thighs.
Her eyelids fluttered. She was helpless as he plunged two fingers inside her slick hotness. Matthew dragged her head around with his other hand, turning it so he could reach her mouth. His lips were seductively full as he bent down and kissed her. A bruising, burning kiss; his fingers never leaving her wet inner center. Her nerve endings afire.
She panted, spinning away and lowering her head to concentrate.
He continued his exquisite pleasuring with one set of fingers while the other unzipped her dress, pushing his hand inside to pinch her left nipple to an erect peak.
She opened her mouth, a whimpering moan escaping as his teeth nibbled her shoulder, his fingers unrelenting as he took her to a plateau of aching, trembling need that threatened to diminish her sanity. Mary's body stiffened with Matthew's every brush against her most sensitive spot. He manipulated her reaction with the intensity of his stroking. Deep and firm, Mary began to writhe in pleasure; her bare ass stretching up to make the intensity of her orgasm even more shameless. The rounded form of her rear moved up and down against Matthew's trousers. His erection grew harder with each sweep. But he continued, vigorous thrust after thrust that grated against the wet ridged fold he knew from her panting screams and shuddering thighs made her limp and delirious. The thrusting action demanded he finish her no matter his own need.
Mary lifted her head as she rocked against his aroused hardness, making her own body that much more alive with convulsing need. Her breaths now short explosive gasps, the shattering release leaving her transfixed, vacant. Delicious. She slumped against Matthew's body.
His arms enfolded hers, protecting her as she could barely stand. She stayed in that blissful state of sensual oblivion for several minutes. Matthew could hear her breathe ease. Her eyes opened. Became aware once again of her surroundings, the night air cool against her skin. He had pleasured her atop their penthouse hotel balcony.
It was marvelously brazen. And she was unashamed. Indeed she wanted nothing more than to return the favour.
Mary turned in Matthew's arms so they were face to face. He had a languid smile and half-lidded eyes. Drawing her close Matthew buried his face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. Then he gathered her to him for a tight hug.
"Happy?" He asked drowsily.
"Very…" Mary responded huskily, her lips sliding along his own making him shiver as it tickled. She could see his trousers strain against the bulge of his hard shaft.
It demanded she release it. To take it in her mouth. To drive him to the brink of intoxicating madness.
Mary darted a quick glance around. The penthouse overlooked Holborn below. A few nearby buildings at a lower elevation.
They were alone with the night.
Matthew's shirt was damp from the heat of the evening and his earlier sexual exertions. Mary scored her fingernails along his chest. Matthew could feel her tremble even as she claimed him. Her hand undid his belt and buttons and slid inside to caress and tease him. His arousal, hard and satisfying in her capable hands, made him almost whimper in unsatiated need. She started delicately at first, up and around, down and against, touching and moving away. Touching again and grasping harder and firmer.
He gripped her shoulders. "Out here?" He whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
A sly wink his response. "Quid pro quo don't you know." Mary's hand pulled his hard shaft out of his pants and she slunk down on her knees.
Matthew doubled over the balustrade as the scorching sensation of her lips touching his arousal reached his nerve endings. Like fire rockets going off in his head, he felt a thousand pinpricks of exquisitely torture. Mary took him into her mouth. He let out a series of uninhibited moans that sent her into even deeper territory. She took him down her throat as his groans became rhythmic, hypnotic even. He lost his sense of existence to the vibrations of her touch, to the licking and laving of her tongue. His breaths became more erratic, more insistent until they spilled over the edge and he was lost to convulsing thrusts as her wetness enveloped him. His peak came in waves of intensity that he had no control over. When they subsided, he collapsed against Mary and they fell to the balcony floor in a tangle of limbs.
Mary sat up and put her legs under her body, resting on the palms of her left hand. She wiped her lips with her tongue making its way slowly around the exterior of her mouth. A slow, satisfied grin taking over as she observed her lover.
Matthew slowly recovered his senses.
"Vixen." Matthew teased, his mouth was dry but his eyes flashed.
"At your service..." She taunted back. "Anytime."
One eye cocked, "I'll remember that." Matthew pulled her in for a kiss.
Mary stood up on her knees and they lifted each other to a standing position.
"I'm quite deshabille…" Matthew said in a mock discomfited voice. "How did you get me so untidy."
"Far too easily." Mary kidded. "Let's go take a shower."
And to make him move even faster Mary re-entered the hotel room and reaching back she finished unzipping her gown, dropping it in a heap on the floor.
Matthew's last image was of her naked, her still thonged arse rounded and tempting. She darted around the corner.
Matthew sprinted behind, close on her heels. Ready for round two of this endless night.
XX
The shower had been long and indulgent. The marble shower with multiple massaging jets pulsated against their skin. Matthew's head had turned and dipped down as Mary's came up. They kissed. Their lips slipping and sliding. Their tongues grabbing and pulling. Their teeth gnashing and grating. The kiss was hard. The kiss was deep. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, running it all along his top palate and almost dipping down his throat.
Matthew felt his legs almost buckle on the slippery surface. Every brush of Mary's lips against his set him afire. His hands wandered down to cup her breasts. She inclined towards his chest and he lathered her entire body with the lavender and rosemary body wash, lingering over each of her nipples until peaked and erect.
More deep kisses ensued. Slippery, sloppy kisses, never wanting to let go.
He dug his fingers deep into her luxurious dark brown tresses, pulling them through until free as it cascaded down her back. Mary's head came back against her neck, her eyes closed, eyelids glistening with water.
Matthew caught his breath at her gorgeous beauty. He could spend a lifetime and never know all of her.
And that was the most intoxicating thing of all.
XX
Matthew dried off and left the bathroom, leaving Mary to finish her ablutions. After checking both mobiles to make sure Cora had not called with any emergency at home, Matthew strolled out of the bedroom and tried to find the bar in the sitting room. He had changed into a t-shirt and boxer briefs and was suddenly ravenously hungry. Mary said she asked the bar be stocked with liquor and some light snacks.
A bucket with Gosset Grande Réserve champagne on ice was available as well as a 50ml of Matthew's favorite Speyside single malt whisky. Some bottled waters as well. Matthew grabbed a couple of the mankad burger sliders with tomato-cinnamon chutney, cheddar cheese and masala chips.
Mary poked her head around the corner to see if her order to the room service had been followed.
She found Matthew munching away on the burger and chips. He was sitting cross legged on the carpeted floor, leaning his back against the sofa. A water bottle on the side table.
"These are fabulous." He told her, taking another bite. Then taking another look at wife who stood naked in the doorway said, "But not as good to eat as you." His voice deepened, his eyes half lidded in desire.
"Insatiable man." Mary taunted, sashaying back into the bedroom by showing off her arse and wriggling it before she disappeared around the corner. "I won't be a tick."
Matthew finished the slider and washed it down with some water. He went into the bathroom to brush and gargle with some mouthwash and returned to the sitting room. Opening his music app to play some soft love songs, Matthew took the champagne bottle out of the ice. Applying slow pressure on the cork and turning the bottle until he felt it loosen and ease into his hand. The telltale pop and a small plume of fizz. Matthew poured two fluted glasses with the Gosset Grande Réserve and placed them on the side table.
Mary returned clad in the luxurious robe provided by the hotel.
Matthew held out a glass to Mary. "To us."
She held out her glass. "To us."
Each took a sip, smiling. Eyes locked.
Mary put hers down while Matthew finished his own.
He felt delightfully buzzed.
They cuddled on the sofa. "What did you mean earlier, darling?" He nuzzled her hair. "When you said your dreams are incomplete without our family. You're going to continue riding correct? You've not ridden in the Olympics yet."
Mary moved to sit slightly apart from her husband. She pulled her knees up around her waist. "I do intend to make the British team. But I've decided that if it's not next year it's not the end of the world. I have a long career ahead of me. I don't have to accomplish everything right now. William is almost 50 and still competing. Fiona was 40 when she won silver in dressage at Rio. Equestrians have a long history of riders who are not in their 20s and still winning."
Matthew gave her a quizzical look. "William? …uh…Who?"
"You'll meet them in Warwicksire in August. At the British Showjumping National Championships."
"I will." Matthew's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I didn't think you wanted me. Doesn't Anna say I'm a distraction."
Mary waved her hand in dismissal. "I'm my own woman. I make my own decisions. Anna is wrong. I'll prove it to her. I don't want to do this alone anymore. I thought I had to concentrate and focus like I did before in order to succeed. But it wasn't the same. I felt alone…"
Her hand idly began to rub his arm. "I realized it was because I have a family now. A husband who loves me."
Matthew flushed red as her lips skimmed along his cheek. She brushed some stray locks away from his face.
"And children who need me. And I need them." Mary finished. "I want you with me on this journey." She tossed her hair back in a defiant gesture, "In other words I want it all."
"Team Mary?" Matthew whispered in her ear. "I'm in. The boys as well."
They kissed.
Mary sat back against the sofa. "After the Warwickshire Championships I'm returning to York and catching up with work and my students. I already told Anna that I want to cut back on our eventing. She wanted me to go to Longines Champions Tour at Chelsea but I said no. I need to work out a dressage choreography with Jellybean so that I'll be ready for the Olympia Horse Trials in London. I want to start there doing all three events. I've been unsure about dressage for too long. I need the time in between to work out a sequence routine. To see how far Jellybean can go."
Matthew listened intently and without interruption. He finally asked, "You still intend to try out in 2020? For Tokyo?"
"I'll work towards the Trials, yes. Making the team even. But if it doesn't happen, I'm not going to fall apart and believe it's the end." Mary sounded so determined. "I won't quit like I did in 2012. I've grown. I won't define myself by some measure of success based on which horse I ride, or my age, or my ability to win."
Mary inched closer to Matthew. They held each other tight.
"I've learned that winning comes with experience. It's a state of mind really. I will win whether it's a gold medal in Tokyo or just making the team in 2024 in Paris or even later perhaps. I won't give up living my life with you and our boys just for some pursuit of a dream that won't mean as much without you all being a part of it and myself being a part of your lives. Family is what is important most of all."
Matthew's embrace was warm and loving. "I can't wait." He pulled her onto his lap. Their lips met in a scorching kiss. He flung the robe off of Mary and placed hot kisses all along her shoulder blades, his hands roaming down to cup each of her breasts. His tongue flicked against each nipple.
She shimmied his t shirt off over his head, purring in satisfaction as his six pack abs was revealed. Throwing him down against the pillows Mary lunged towards him, nibbling and biting his muscled torso, feeling his chest hairs tickle her lips and skin.
Their touch was electric.
Matthew felt around her waist and hips towards the rounded cheeks that had so entranced him earlier. He massaged each with deep penetrating strokes. Pulling her towards him, he felt his aroused state grow tight.
Mary ached to have him inside her. Feeling his hardness against her opening. His length. His thickness.
She knew what he wanted. Turning around on the sofa to give him the best view she said savagely, "Take me. Fuck me hard. You know you want to…"
Matthew plunged inside her slick wetness. He slid in and out of her, grunting in undisguised gratification. Skin hot and sweaty, their heat galvanizing their lust. The length of his engorgement sent coursing pleasure throughout her body. She greedily made more demands as she rocked her ass against him. He plunged in further, bucking and thrusting deep. His groans grew louder as he neared climax. He gripped her hips, cutting into her skin as he forced her body further and further back against him. Their grinding, their singular focus making them grunt with each new peak of erotic arousal. She squeezed her thighs hard, making him groan and shudder as if he thought the world was coming to an end.
"Oh…Oh God…" he groaned, yelps of pleasure escaped his lips as his peak sent waves of warmth inside her. He shuddered and kept clutching and thrusting her back. He drove his shaft harder and harder into her. She could feel his rough handling of her body, uncontrolled actions that made her want even more. Her buttocks tightened and suddenly Mary was filled with a powerful surge of bliss. She screamed and clutched the sofa's cushions as each powerful thrust brought flooding sensations of pulsing ecstasy. The release came like lightening, sending uncontrolled tingling sensations up and down her body.
Matthew cradled her in his arms, barely able to hold her up even as both their heads spun out of all sense of balance. He withdrew and they fell against the cushions. Barely able to say anything, their breathing heaving and heavy as reality slowly came back into focus.
Matthew wanted nothing more than to stay in this state of insensible lust forever.
To be with Mary forever.
Mary turned her body to spoon against his. They embraced. He kissed her flushed cheek.
Neither said anything.
The music app was still open on Matthew's mobile, it met their ears as they both fell asleep curled together on the sofa.
Holy hands, oh they make me a sinner
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river
XX
Hope you liked that. They will return home and the family will gather to support Mary in London as she really begins her return to Olympic level riding competition and faces her future. Thanks!