“Ms. Montgomery, how long have you two been seeing each other?”
“Has you father given you his blessing?”
“What will this mean for the Scott name?”
“Mr. Scott, when can expect a wedding?”
“Ms. Montgomery, have you thought about children?”
“Ms. Montgomery! Mr. Scott!”
A sea of reporters crowded the front steps trying eagerly to catch the winning photo of the golden couple so much as a quick glimpse of the copious party inside those opulent doors. The thriving jazz ensemble had the crowd swinging and dancing to the thunderous rhythm that breathed life to the grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel. Everyone was caught up in the contagious feel good atmosphere of the wondrous celebration. The two lovers ran away from the public scrutiny of the blinding flashing lights capturing the lovers. They locked into a tight lustful grasp as the fair-haired splendor wrapped her body around well-groomed man of the hour hidden in one of the many secret rooms destined for staff members to change. Outside were the prying eyes and scrutiny of high society at its finest, and neither cared to perform for the vain attendees to gloat over them with fake praise. The man with fine brown hair and defined facial features made him a vision. She lost herself in his firm grip, and he found his soul mate whenever he was in her lustrous presence. He ripped away from her pillowed lips moving down her swan-like neck down to her collarbone drinking up her milky surface of her skin. His grasp around her petite waist grew tighter as his assault continued drinking up her essence. Supple, fleeting moans escaped from her as she tried her best to keep silent. No one could catch them in this heated moment of passion.
“Be careful,” he taunted. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us.”
“Well you’re not making it any easier for me” she retorted playfully. He smirked as he drawn closer to her beautiful face hidden under her strands of golden locks.
“But you like it” he whispered. He lifted her up and turned her against the wall and collided into her flushed lips once more. His hand glided her thigh tripping over her garter and rubbed against her wet panties soaked in her arousal between her legs. She whimpered again as his finger found its way into her intimates and against her dripping lower lips teasing them gently. An erotic shock hit her hard as he massaged roughly from the inside. He continued to stimulate her from below as his thumb pressed her clitoris. That was the spot. It drove her wild each time. She tilted her head back and let his hands do their job sending her exciting sensations that she had envisioned whenever they had to be apart.
“Shhh…” he spoke faintly into her ear nestled into her gleaming touch. His fingers slid inside of his constricting walls, and she braced herself for that thrilling vibes it sent throughout her body. His strokes sent a pulsating shockwave the exploded on impact, and it felt amazing.
“Oh my God” her words faded into the stillness of the air. She had entered into a numbing pleasure that she never wanted to leave it.
“Somebody’s excited,” he said. “I want you to say my name.” Another finger went inside her opening. Her breath hitched, and the illicit emotion engulfed her completely.
“Say my name” he repeated. It made her only want more.
“Henry…” her voice sounded so fragile and breathless. She was too far-gone in her lust to care.
“Louder” he commanded. He needed to hear her want him.
“Henry,” she said in a higher octave. Her strokes became more zealous driven by his yearning for his regal fair lover.