Chapter 327: Hotel III

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Hotel III

He leaned down, pressing a slow, tender kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a beat until he felt the tension drain from her shoulders. Moving down, he kissed the tip of her nose, making her eyelashes flutter, before finally capturing her lips in a sweet, unhurried kiss.

Not knowing what to do with her hands, Vivienne could only grasp the sheets as she melted beneath him. Christopher trailed his lips down her jawline to the sensitive skin of her throat, coaxing a soft gasp from her lips. He continued his path downward, leaning over her chest to take one pink nipple into his mouth, licking it with warm, sweeping strokes before giving the other side the exact same slow, worshipful attention.

A gentle shudder ran through her body as he moved lower. Reaching down, Christopher hooked his fingers into the sides of her white lace knickers, sliding them smoothly down her legs and setting them aside.

Gently, he spread her knees apart. Instinctively, a flare of shyness seized Vivienne, and she tried to press her thighs back together to hide herself.

"Don’t," Christopher whispered softly, his broad hands resting on her inner thighs to keep her open. He looked directly at her core—delicate, hairless, and a soft, pristine pink. He looked up to meet her flustered gaze, his eyes shining with genuine warmth. "Don’t be shy. You’re beautiful, Vivienne."

He shifted lower, settling himself directly between her spread thighs. Vivienne looked down between her knees, watching with a racing heart as he brought his face right against her core.

As he leaned in, a sudden wave of self-consciousness hit her. Do I smell okay? Is everything fine? She bit her lip, her cheeks burning crimson at the sheer intimacy of the view from where she lay.

Before her spiraling thoughts could take over, Christopher pressed his open mouth against her, his tongue taking a long, wet lap straight up her center. Vivienne’s back arched off the bed with a sharp gasp. His nose nuzzled gently against her clitoris as his tongue worked her with steady, agonizingly sweet skill.

All her worries vanished under the intense, rising heat. Her fingers reached down, tangling tightly into his hair as her hips twitched against the mattress.

"Christopher..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling as he continued to lick and stroke her core, worshiping her body until her thighs began to shake against his shoulders.

Then, he slid a single finger deep into her slick heat.

Vivienne gasped, her inner walls instantly gripping him tight. Even with her slickness, she was so remarkably narrow that he could feel the intense, snug pulse of her surrounding his finger. Wanting to prepare her properly, Christopher slowly added a second finger, carefully spreading and stretching her tight opening.

"Ah... Christopher..." she moaned softly. Not wanting to pull his hair, her hands moved to the bed again, her knuckles white where she gripped the bedsheets.

He didn’t answer with words. He shifted back up her body, his mouth capturing her lips in a deep, soothing kiss, muffling her whimpers as his two fingers began a steady, deliberate pump inside her.

He worked her relentless rhythm from below while his tongue thoroughly distracted her from above. The dual sensation overwhelmed her entirely—the stretching fullness inside her combined with the sweetness of his mouth drove her straight over the edge.

Vivienne’s back arched high off the mattress, her body coiling tight before shattering into a violent climax. Her inner walls clamped down in tight, milking spasms around his fingers as a muffled cry died against his lips. Christopher drank in her release, keeping his fingers still inside her until the worst of her trembling subsided.

He slowly withdrew his hand and pulled back. Vivienne lay panting against the pillows, her eyes heavy, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

He stood beside the bed and slid his underwear off, freeing his broad, fully rigid length. Reaching over his trousers, Christopher pulled his wallet out and slid a foil packet from one of the slots. He tore the corner open, stepped back onto the mattress, and carefully rolled the protective sheath down his thick shaft.

Settling back between her thighs, he guided her knees wider. Aligning his thick shaft, he gently brushed his broad, blunt head over her drenched, sensitive lips. The sensation was electric, making her sensitive core throb in fresh anticipation.

He took his time, placing his hands firmly on her waist as he slowly, steadily pressed his tip inside.

"Ah... god..." Vivienne gasped, her eyes flying open.

Her body was so sensitive after her climax that every millimeter of his broad head entering her felt magnified ten-fold. He was undeniably large, stretching her inner walls to their absolute limit. Yet, because of her fresh release, the intense fullness didn’t hurt—it felt mind-numbingly good, sending a sharp, intoxicating rush straight to her core.

Christopher groaned softly, his jaw clenching as her unbelievable tightness gripped his full width. He paused halfway, letting her adjust to his size, before pressing his hips all the way forward until he was buried flush against her.

Vivienne wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, letting out a long, breathless sigh as he held her pinned to the mattress. Resting his weight on his forearms, Christopher looked down into her flushed face, and then slowly began to move inside her, setting a deep, agonizingly sweet rhythm.

As he moved inside her, the overwhelming sensation hit Christopher with full force. It had been a while since he’d last been with anyone, and the searing heat of her inner walls wrapping around him was almost too much to bear. She was so unbelievably tight, every stroke dragging along the sensitive nerve endings of his shaft.

Vivienne clung to him, her slender arms wrapping tightly around his back, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he set a deep, steady rhythm. She could feel every inch of his broadness stretching her, filling her completely with a heavy, satisfying weight that made her hips tilt upward to meet him.

"Christopher..." she moaned softly against his neck, her voice trembling with pleasure.

"Fuck," Christopher grunted into the crook of her neck, his pulse racing as he buried his face beside her head. He wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her flush against his chest so there was no space left between them, holding her close while his hips continued their deep, steady rhythm in the missionary position.

Knowing she had adjusted to his size, he wanted to go deeper. Christopher shifted his position slightly, slipping his hands under her knees and lifting her legs, bending her body slightly. The change in angle exposed her core completely, giving him unrestricted access.

He plunged straight back into her, sinking deeper than before with every stroke. To deepen the angle even further, he guided her feet up to rest against his broad chest, pinning her lower half as he drove into her with a deliberate, powerful pace.

"Ah—Christopher! Wait—it’s too..." Vivienne’s breath hitched into sharp gasps as he hit a deep, exquisite spot inside her. The intense friction against her sensitive walls built up so quickly that a second wave of heat pooled sharply in her belly.

She coiled tight around him, her inner walls pulsating in tight, milking spasms as another sweet climax crashed over her. She cried out his name, her toes curling against his chest as her body shook under him.

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