I wasn't thinking. I lost all train of thought as I hiked my dress up and let him do what he wanted with me in that lobby. It started so quickly. Before I had time to process whether or not his staff would come check up on his, I was already pressed up against the wall with Blake inside of me. Our lips were kissing each other hungrily, as if we'd never fucked before even though he'd just had me twenty minutes ago. Something about the riskiness of the situation was driving me wild and wetter than I'd ever been before.
Moans kept escaping my lips, to the point that Blake untucked his handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it in my mouth to stifle my moans. It made my clit tingle even more, to the point where I knew that if he just fingered me again, for even a second, I'd be a goner. When I began moaning through the handkerchief, he put his hand over my mouth as he thrust into me hard, my back pressed into the marble wall. I looked to the side and there was a reflection of us on the elevator doors. Watching home cover my mouth to shut me up as he pounded into me hard drove me insane. I couldn't help it.
"Bring me upstairs," I moaned breathlessly once I broke free of his hand's grasp. "Let's do this right."
He nodded and let me down, and together we readjusted our clothes and acted as if nothing just happened. The gorgeous, alluring billionaire pressed the button and the elevator doors opened on command. I stepped inside and placed myself in the corner, feeling excited. He turned and looked over at me as soon as the elevator ascended, towering over my curvy frame. I puckered up playfully in response, but I could tell Blake wasn't feeling playful. His green eyes burned into my brown ones, and he pressed my breasts against his chest, hard, with one swoop of an arm as he turned his face down towards mine and kissed me deeply. His hands were all over me and I was doing the same to him. I could feel the throb of his cock poking at me through his clothes. I passed my hand over his crotch and smiled. He grinned, leaned in for a second kiss, but the elevator dinged.
"We're here." I winked playfully before I slid away from him coyly and walked out of the elevator.
His place was huge and screamed "I'm rich and powerful." The mahogany floors, the super high ceilings, the indoor stairs-- just everything let you know that he had money. His place made sure you didn't second guess his wealth. His windows were gorgeous, large and clearly French, and you could see the New York City skyline.
I walked over and looked out the window, my fingers reaching out to touch the glass. He came up behind me and pressed his pulsating cock against my dress; I couldn't help but twist and grind my hips, trying to coax him into an impossibly harder erection. He tilted my head to the side and started kissing my neck.
"How about a tour?" I asked, looking up at him from underneath my lashes.
"Not much to show you," he responded distractedly, already halfway done with unzipping my dress.
"Uh-uh," I teased. "Haven't you heard good things come... to those who wait?"
"Christina, I've been waiting for almost ten years," he chortled. "But you are right. We have the rest of the evening ahead of us."
The tour began in his grand living room. He spoke of the reinforced railings, Venetian plasters, and exposed brick. Every ceiling had a modern chandelier by some artist who I'm sure Blake's home funded their entire life. One of his walls had a huge mosaic picture of the skyline of New York. He informed me that it was made from semi-precious stones and it took years to complete. Every piece of furniture, every fabric, everything came with a story. When we reached his master bedroom, he simply leaned on the door frame and gave me a look.
"What?" I laughed.
"Nothing. I'm just ready when you are." His eyes turned even brighter.
"How can you be when you never showed me the kitchen?" I pointed out.
"You're right," he admitted with that devilish expression across his face. "Follow me."
His kitchen was like any chef's dream. It almost looked like a set on a cooking show. The pots that were hanging up, the stainless steel appliances, the wide counter-tops, and the products from the commercials had me speechless.
"You're giving me kitchen envy." I ran my hand along the granite counter-tops.
"You already know what you're giving me." I locked eyes with him. He lifted me up on the counter-top.
"You just couldn't wait to get me back to your bedroom." He shook his head 'no'. "You just have to have me here." He nodded his head, the expression on his face a mixture of lust and seriousness. I was knee deep into his emerald eyes. "So, what are you waiting for?"