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The ride back to the hotel was a blur of heated kisses, tongues dueling, teeth nipping, and hands roaming.
Ethan was exceptionally thankful for the discretion of their driver and the dark, albeit thin, privacy screen between front and back seats. Ilsa’s hand palmed his straining erection through his pants, causing a deep grunt and involuntary buck of his hips.
She pulled back and gave him that damned sly smirk, her blue eyes appraising him through thick lashes. He tried to coax her back to him, hands sliding over shapely thighs. Her well-kissed lips found his ear.
“Patience love” she whispered, accentuating her words with a bite to his lobe, sending delicious tingles down his spine.
Ethan gripped the leather of the car seat and took a few steadying breaths as the lights of the hotel’s drive cut shadows across their figures.
Ethan tried to think calming thoughts as they moved from the car, through the lobby, and to the uncomfortably crowded elevator. His hands remained firmly planted in front of himself, only parting occasionally to tug at his suit jacket, attempting to hide the painfully obvious bulge he was sporting.
Ice baths…puppies in baseball caps…Commander Hunley in drag…
He was nearing some relief when Ilsa, that absolute minx, began squeezing Morse Code into his palm.
His eyebrows shot up as soon as he deciphered the dots and dashes… need you…fill me…fuck me…
He ground his teeth together and shifted his weight as his manhood surged forth, harder than before.
When the elevator doors finally parted on the sixth floor Ethan pulled Ilsa in the direction of their room. She nearly collided with his back as he halted in front of their door, fumbling through his suit coat to find the keycard. He chuckled to himself, thinking how the damned brunette had rattled him to his core, his usual cool steadiness out the window. Blessedly he found the card and thrust it against the lock, the door beeping green a second later.
The door slammed behind them and Ilsa pressed him fiercely against the wood, fingers carding through his hair as she took his lips in greedy kisses, breath hot and heavy against his own. She nipped at his bottom lip, a bit rougher than usual, causing his breath to hitch. She soothed the bite with her tongue before moving her kisses to his neck, nipping and sucking in a way that made his hips buck.
She shoved his suit jacket from his shoulders, the fabric crumpling to the floor. His hands traversed the muscles of her back, rippling and contracting as her dexterous fingers made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, that too joining the jacket in short order.
She pulled back from the purpling love bite she had left on his neck, just below the edge of his jaw, a wicked smirk on her lips. He slid his hands from her back to grip her hips, pulling her flush to him, grinding his straining need against the apex of her thighs, her smirk quickly departing in favor of a sharp moan.
Their eyes met, a quick check in with each other, before things continued. He brushed a thumb over her cheek, her head tilting into his touch.
“I love you” they breathed in unison, lips parting in shared smiles.
Ilsa recaptured his lips as the softness passed, replaced by their need to be joined. Ethan gripped her shapely rear and hoisted her up to carry her deeper into their suite. Her muscular thighs gripped his torso, and he could feel her desire slick against his abs. He deposited her on the plush king size mattress before he stood and began removing her accessories.
He kissed over her ankles as he removed the straps of her heels, letting them fall where they may. His lips caressed each lobe as he removed the pearl earrings, setting them on the bedside table. The necklace also joined the earrings, his lips pressing kisses down her sternum before he licked his way back up, Ilsa releasing a shuddering gasp.
He undid the clasp at the back of her neck and slowly parted the rich red fabric, revealing her curves to his darkening gaze. He palmed each breast, squeezing with just enough force to make her back arch as she sought more. His thumbs caressed each stiffening nipple and he delighted in the way Ilsa gasped “ please”
Ilsa pushed the dress the rest of the way off, her form finally fully revealed, aside from the thin scrap of lace between her legs. She pulled him onto the bed atop her, lips pressing and teeth nipping. Her tongue searched for his, and they both moaned at the contact, licking into each other’s mouths and battling for control.
Ethan kicked his shoes off over the side of the bed as Ilsa undid his belt. His trousers soon joined his shoes and his socks followed. They were both left in their knickers, breathing heavy, chests flushed. Ilsa flipped them so she sat astride his hips, eyes locked with his as she teased his pulsing erection through his boxer briefs, circling and sliding her clothed center over him.
He groaned and gripped her thighs as he watched her display, each touch of her causing him to squeeze her flesh, sure that she would have little finger print bruises come morning.
“Please, Ilsa…” he groaned, reaching up with one hand to pinch and roll her nipples, one after another until they were a dark pink and straining. He sat up enough to lavish attention on the buds, tongue stroking and lips sucking until she was a quivering, gasping mess.
Her hands settled on his chest and she pushed him back down, briefly dismounting to wiggle out of her thong, and to remove the toy from inside her.
They groaned in unison as she removed the toy, the silicone slick and shining with her essence. It was his turn for a wicked grin as he captured her wrist before she could drop the toy, bringing it instead to his mouth, licking up the toy and groaning as her taste exploded in his mouth.
He then allowed her to drop the toy, and their lips met in a deep kiss, his tongue sharing her taste with her. Her fingernails scraped down his chest, his abs, until her finger tips curled into the waistband of his briefs, pulling the offending garment down, allowing their heated skin to finally meet fully.
His member strained and pulsed upon release, slapping against his lower belly as he kicked off his briefs.
“Fuck Ilsa, look what you do to me” He tangled a hand in her hair as she kissed down his chest, pausing to swirl her tongue around each nipple, before she continued her path down his body, the tendrils of her hair teasing over his heated skin deliciously.
Ilsa positioned herself between his legs, gaze never abandoning his own as she sucked the thick head into her mouth. Ethan grunted as he restrained himself from bucking up into her mouth, his fingers tightening his grip in her hair.
She swirled her tongue around him, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper, one hand stroking his shaft, the other gripping his thigh. Her thumb tapped out I love you against his inner thigh and he nearly spent his load at the intensity and pleasure coursing through his veins.
“Come here…” He practically growled as he pulled her up to him, rolling him beneath her as he kissed over her lips, over her strong jaw, and down to her neck. He lapped at her pulse point before biting down, hard. Ilsa’s back arched, pressing her flush against him as she moaned. He continued to lavish attention on her neck, reveling in the fact that she’d be wearing scarves for a week. He released her skin with a wet pop and positioned himself at her slick entrance.
She gazed up at him, blue eyes clouded with so much love and desire. He teased himself against her slick center, brushing over her clit before pushing in shallowly and pulling back.
Ilsa whined in frustration, her legs wrapping around his hips and attempted to drive him home. He chuckled and thanked the IMF for their well matched strength. “Payback’s a bitch huh?” his lips parted in a wolfish grin as Ilsa again pulled at him, whining and scratching her nails over his shoulders.
“Fuck you, Ethaaaaaaan!” He delighted in the way his name turned into a sharp cry as he sheathed himself inside her.
He slowly began to move, pumping his hips as he finally claimed her. Thoughts of the evening spurred him on as he began to quicken his pace. Her thighs drove him deeper as their hips began to snap together audibly, kisses and nips deposited over every inch of skin they could reach.
Moans, whimpers, and delicious words marked the voracity of their love making.
“You feel so good Ethan!” Ilsa gasped as he stroked over her g-spot. He slid a hand between them and began to rub her clit in desperate circles, needing her to come with him.
“So close Ilsa, you gonna come with me baby?”
He received a strangled cry and a nod in answer, her nails digging into the flesh of his upper back. His hips were slamming into her at a frantic pace, until finally with a cry he pushed deeper and stilled, spilling himself within her.
Ilsa bit down onto his shoulder, still doing little to muffle her heated “fuck!” as she reached her peak. Her hips spasmed as he filled her, inner walls fluttering and milking him for every drop.
They kissed and breathed together, orgasms slowly dissipating. He rolled them to their sides, cradling her close as they regained their senses. She snuggled in close to him, able to feel his steadying heartbeat, her own soon matching its rhythm.
Their sticky skin began to cool in the air of the room, the moon casting a faint glow over their entwined forms.
“Happy Birthday my love” she whispered, before pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss.
He smiled softly into the kiss, managing to draw the blanket over them. “Thank you, it was certainly one to remember”
They began to drift off, two hearts beating as one, the ultimate expression of morse code.