Inheritance Ch. 04

I looked in the bar in the room and was just opening a bottle of beer when Eva knocked on the door that connected the two suites.

"Can I come in?" She asked around the door, after I nodded, she came through carrying the large bottle of champagne the hotel had set in her room. Her shoes had gone and she had pulled her trademark 'man's' shirt out so it was loose round her waist.

I took two champagne flutes from the shelf behind the bar, and presented them for her to pour.

"I tell you what," Eva told me, and she waved at the two suites with the champagne bottle, "This is just the way a first date should be." And she leaned over and kissed me.

"Is this a first date?" I asked when she pulled back.

"Oh yes!" Eva said before she kissed me again.

"Well!" I laughed and kissed her this time, "That's settled it then."

We started kissing more seriously, and we stood by the bar kissing hungrily. Eva's tongue was sinuous and smooth as we explored each other's mouths hungrily.

"We should have done this earlier." I said as we broke to regain our breaths.

"We could have done." Eva told me. "But perhaps we could move now."

So, on that note, I led Eva through to the bedroom. Placing the champagne and the glasses on a side table, I opened my arms. Nubile, sexy, voluptuous and willing Eva slid into them.

I have been fantasising about this for months, we had been skirting round it for weeks, all through dinner I had been watching her and she had watched me back. Now my hands reached for her and we slid slowly backwards onto the bed.

There was a lot of groping and undoing, kicking shoes off, unclipping things, all the things two people do when they realise that they've been wasting time. I parted several button on Eva's shirt as I sought her skin. I kissed down her neck to the hollow of her shoulder, her hands were parting clothes and I could feel them stroking my chest, feel the coolness of her fingers and the coldness of her rings.

I reached around her back and unclipped her bra, freeing her beautiful globes. And they were everything I had dreamed about; they fitted my hands perfectly, soft, round and natural. Eva's stiff solid nipples poked into gaps between my fingers, so I changed my grasp and twisted and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. Eva groaned.

"Yeah Mike, mmmm!" She said into my ear as I sat with her pulled into my chest, "Squeeze them for me, yeah." At the same time Eva was reaching for my cock, stroking it and massaging it. Fuck yeah. While I massaged her breast I slid my other hand down her belly, stroking, briefly exploring her navel with my finger tip, before reaching the soft curl of her neatly trimmed pubes, sliding past them to the waiting prize – her clitoris.

Standing out from its hood, it was ready and engorged; my fingers found it and teased it, tickled it, twisted, turned and tormented it. Eva's body responded, pushing her hips forwards, pressing her clit into my fingers. I looked up, seeing our reflections in the mirror on the dressing table. Eva had her head turned to the right, allowing me access to her neck and ears. Her body moulded itself to my hands - her own left hand disappeared behind her as she fondled my cock and her right hand pressed my left hand hard into her pussy. Oh man, she looked hot.

Her nipples were full and stood proud of her rounded breasts, she was breathing short, shallow breaths, almost panting. Her tits rose and fell, their movement increasing in pace as I fingered her, until suddenly she came with a shuddering moan that rocked her, and made me wince slightly as she tightened her grip on my cock.

I slid my other hand down and pushed my fingers into her proper, both arms encircling her, both hands involved in finger fucking her, and my hardness pressed against her arse cheeks. Eva now sat upright and it was me that was angled to one side as her arms flailed slowly. Eva sought to touch my head or pull me round so we could kiss, but I avoided her. I wanted to drive her to orgasm after orgasm before we made love.

And she did cum, hard at first, repeating her shuddering cum, but then as she was rocked by after-shocks, the cums became less physical but no less powerful. 'Till finally Eva just lay back against me, letting me do whatever I wanted to do.

I slid from behind her and laid her lovely voluptuous body down on the bedclothes, sliding downwards, kissing as I went. I slipped between her legs and parted them so I could kiss her pussy lips. Licking from the bottom to the top I avoided her clit at first. I lavished my attention on her pussy, eating her was as fine a dining experience as the food we'd eaten earlier. I took her pussy lips and spread them; her cunt was fleshy and reddened, and sweet tasting. I buried my face in her. Suddenly I felt her hands on the back of my head, her legs slowly lifted and were placed resting on my shoulders.

Eva started to tremble and I worried at her pussy lips with my tongue, and for a while she hovered on the edge of cumming. I left her there for a few moments, then snaked a finger into her arse. She shrieked as she jerked, her hands came away from my head and she grabbed the sheets with both hands, clutching them tightly as her hips lifted and dropped convulsively, repeatedly. "Oh Fuck! Yes! No, you bastard, no fucking more! Please? Please no more?"

Eva's vocalisations came as a bit of a surprise to me, I'm not a vocal person and because of their training neither are Jane or Elizabeth. It wasn't a problem; in fact I was using it as a way of measuring the effect of what I was doing.

The sudden stop in the noises from Eva made me stop and look up. Eva was lying on her back, eyes open staring at the ceiling. I decided it was time for some champagne, so I poured some more into the glasses and sat on the bed next to Eva's head.

And I waited.

And waited.

"Fuck!" she said when she eventually sat up on one elbow. I offered her the glass and she drank thirstily. "You bastard! That just didn't stop, I'm still trembling. Why? Why did you do that?"

I smiled at her question, and drank my champagne, before shrugging. "It just seemed like the thing to do."

"Oh wow!" And she leaned over to kiss me.

The kissing was open mouthed and we both set our drinks down as we embraced, but this time it was Eva's turn to kiss her way down my body, lavishing kisses on my abs and rimming my navel. Eventually she came to the object which she held gently in her hands.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" It was a happy, hungry sound as she lowered her mouth onto the head, sliding her lips down the shaft until my cock touched the back of her throat. I watched her flick her hair over her ear so I could see what she was doing. Eva's fingers circled the base of my cock and she worked her mouth up and down, alternating between licking the shaft and washing the tip with her tongue, cleaning any pre-cum from the head.

And she was good too, using subtle changes in pressure from both her tongue and fingers. Part of me was ashamed to compare her to my subs – especially – as I have said before – as my mum is world class at oral. But Eva was up there with Elizabeth at least. However because I had been getting such good action recently I was able to keep myself from cumming too quickly.

I was enjoying it, and I was enjoying looking at Eva's lovely body, her naked arse was especially attractive and I ran my hand over it, stroking her bum cheeks and squeezing them. I wanted to reach around and diddle her pussy but she batted my hand away – not wanting the distraction. In response she lowered her head and suckled on my balls.

That was cool, and I revelled in the feeling, so much so I felt it would be a good point to bring things to a head. I could feel my ball bag tighten and lift, Eva felt it too and she switched her mouth back to the top of my cock and started to wank me. Holding her head I shot several spurts of cum straight to the back of her throat. I came so hard some of the cum dripped from her lip, dribbling down her chin and landing on her round soft tits. I reached out and scooped it up with my finger before offering it to her mouth. She sucked it enthusiastically. Her grin signalled a job well done, and I leaned in to kiss her again, tasting my cum on her mouth.

"You don't have a problem with that?" She asked me. I lowered my head and slowly licked the remaining smear of cum from her breast.

"Oh. My. God." She said, slowly and emphatically, "That is so fucking sexy."

More champagne, was followed by snuggling.

"Oh that was – Wow! Most guys I have been out with have been straight into fucking – we are going to fuck aren't we? But that – that was something else!"

I nodded. "I've learned a lot the last few weeks_"

"The suh_?"

I touched her lips with my finger, "Shhhhh! Let's not talk about that. At least not tonight?"

"I've got questions." She told me quietly.

"I know," I told her, "But not tonight." And I pulled her hips towards me.

Rolling my leg over hers I placed myself between her thighs and lifted her hips. I was ready to enter her and she helped to guide me into her. Slowly at first, steady strokes, my cock sliding in and out, in and out. Eva wrapped her legs around me, making sure I remained where I was. I lifted them to my shoulders and used the better access to pick up the pace.

And then there was THAT moment.

As I shoved my hips forwards Eva slid back and those lovely round tits wobbled on her chest. It was my fantasy. The vision I had had three weeks earlier when she had walked into my office. I had imagined her on her back and on my desk and – damn – I nearly came there and then!

Instead I leaned forwards taking those gorgeous globes in my hands again, and hammered my dick into Eva's slick cunt. It was animal, ferocious and raw sex, and it felt good too.

Eva lifted her hips to match my thrusts, rotating them and grinding them against my thrusts. She was urging me on "Yes! Fuck me harder!" Her urging became hoarser and hoarser, till she just squealed. She'd cum and cum hard, so now it was my turn and soon I was shooting my cum deep up inside her.

Oh man it felt good, it was like I was emptying myself out into Eva. What a sensation! I kept pumping until my cock slid out, Eva was lying there was watching me. As I lowered myself to her oozing quim she raised herself onto her elbows. "Oh!"

Slowly, deliberately I licked her gooey pussy, taking a large dollop of cum on my tongue, lifted myself up and swapped it with Eva in a cummy kiss. She rolled it round and round her mouth before swallowing it with a smile.

"You. Are. One. Sick. Sexy. Bastard!" She told me.

"That's Mr Sick Sexy Bastard to you." And we kissed again. Before we entangled ourselves and fell asleep in the wreck that had been my bed.

I woke twice that night, once when I found Eva sucking my cock to hardness. I enjoyed it for a few minutes before she slipped her leg over mine and inserted my cock into her pussy. She slowly, languorously, worked her body down onto my cock and then laid her body down on top of me. She snuggled into me and we kissed lazily while she started to work her hips around and around. Grinding her pussy on my cock, she pushed herself upwards, grinning as she did. I took the chance to take both of her full round breasts in my hand and flicked the nipples with my thumbs.

Eva became more vigorous in her movements and I started push my hips up matching her circular motions, she squealed as I tugged on her thick nipples. Her dark hair framed her face, hiding her eyes as it fell forwards, all I could see was her sexy, happy grin.

"I could fall in love with fucking you," she told me.

"Good!" I told her. "Because I am loving this."

I rolled her onto her back and started to fuck her, just as slowly, but with Eva under me I could move my hips better. She in her turn hugged me close to her and gently bit my shoulder.

"Fuck me, Mike." She said, "Fuck me hard. Fuck my brains out! Harder, you sexy fucking bastard, harder!"

I was getting used to her talking like this, it was good, and I enjoyed that she was comfortable enough with me to be like that. It acted as a spur, and I pounded my cock in and out of her cunt.

"Oh yeah Mike, yeah!" I leaned forwards and took her left nipple between my teeth tugging it. Eva's back arched as she thrust herself upwards, I slid my hand under the small of her back and pulled myself vertical, once more I could see her lovely boobs bobbing back and to in time with my thrusts but now I got the feeling that Eva was ready to cum. Her breathing was more rapid, her legs – wrapped round my waist – were clenching and she fired an incessant stream of encouragement at me.

"Oh yeah baby! There, yeah there Mike! Oh yeah! Fuck me baby, fuck me hard! I'm cumming, cumming, hard! Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah oh God! Fuck! Oh God! Oh Fuck!"

I carried on fucking her till I felt myself ready to cum, and stopped.

"What's the matter?" Eva looked at me.

"Nothing," I laughed, "Just making it last." I could feel that the cum had subsided so I started moving again, slowly again.

"Mmmmm!" Eva smiled at me, "I know what you're doing." Caressing my shoulders, "This is good."

And we repeated the cycle three times – with Eva effing and blinding her passion, eventually I couldn't hold back cumming like a flood. I shuddered as I came and came and came. Collapsing on the bed next to Eva, I felt her move next to me, only to find her licking my cock clean.

I tried to pull her up to me but she insisted, "Poor little guy has worked so hard tonight." Well it did feel good. And eventually we cuddled and we had drifted off to sleep again.

I did get up again that night, to go for a piss, as I climbed back into the bed. Eva was half covered by the sheet, her hair tousled and her arms flung wide. One breast showed, round and delicious with a dark nipple centred on its mound. Tonight, we had visited more than a few of the fantasies I had had about Eva. I lay down next to her and I could smell her usual perfume but she also smelled of sex – hers and mine. I just lay for a few minutes breathing in.

I started to think about her and I – my initial thought was that I wanted Eva in my life, it wasn't just the sex, that was good, and I'd known her a few years now, through work. But then I thought, it's early on Saturday morning, and I really needed sleep.

As I lay my head back on the pillow a warm arm draped itself across my chest, Eva snuggled closer, and a drowsy voice said, "Night Mike."

Breakfast – after the obligatory first fuck of the day - on Saturday morning was a room-service affair. Eva greeted him wearing just a sheet while I showered – I mean it's a London hotel so it's probably not the worst they have seen. Anyway while we breakfasted we discussed what we were going to do. I suggested we hit Oxford Street, I told Eva I needed some new suits and that I would value her opinion – and if she was good, I told her, I would return the favour.

So zip time – no really, it was shopping in London, in Oxford Street. Now for a lot of people it's the retail therapist's Mecca, I had forgotten how vicious and brutal it gets – and it wasn't even the sales! People seem to forget they're dealing with other people; it's like an all-in wrestling bout.

Still I picked up a couple of suits, and some nice shirts and a pair of casual boots. Eva made a bee line for Rocha John Rocha – which kind of surprised me, I had her down for a Harvey Nicks kind of girls, but that was cool as it meant we didn't have to traipse out to Knightsbridge, but we did spend an inordinate amount of time in Debenhams.

Now me, I was sort of planning that Richard Gere thing - you know "Just how obscene an amount of cash are we talking about here? Profane or really offensive?" It didn't work out like that though, Eva was quite frugal, in terms of what I was prepared to spend it was less 'offensive' and more like a mild swear word. Still, she seemed happy, and she was carrying a lot of bags back to the hotel room.

The concierge arranged for our things to be taken to our rooms, and we went for a drink in the bar. A girl was playing the piano, covering Einaudi tunes. I asked for a glass of beer and Eva ordered a cocktail.

There was an interesting spectrum of people in the bar – some taking tea, some drinking as we were. There appeared to be a tea party to celebrate someone's birthday and the usual guys who has been dressed by his wife – he's heard of jeans but doesn't fully grasp the idea. I mean who wears jeans with creases in them? There was also a range of mature couples having a weekend in town. The women all seemed to be elegant and well dressed but to a man their husbands had the disposition of a bull dog licking piss off a nettle, red-faced and angry looking.

One pair sat down near us and he gave us such a dirty look – Eva had moved her chair round so we could sit closer and both see the room.

Our drinks arrived and just as I raised mine to my lips Eva leaned over and whispered softly "I'm still having problems walking after last night."

I nearly spat beer all over the table, I laughed so loud. Mr Angry's head whipped round as if he was going to say something but his wife calmed him down. And once he realised it was nothing to do with them I thought about what Eva had said. And I realised that it was the kind of thing we had been doing all afternoon. We had been sharing jokes and laughing all day. Sometimes it wouldn't even need us to say something – we'd just share a look and know what the other was thinking, and both burst out laughing.

Now I am not stupid enough to say – 'Oooooh! It was love at first sight!' I don't think Eva would either, but I do know it felt comfortable and right to be with her.

"What were you planning for tonight?" Eva asked me.

I told her about the tickets for the shows and the options we had for eating. She looked at me. "Would you mind if we didn't go out? We could do the room service thing again; I'd like to stay in with you."

Bugger me! There's not a lot you can say to that except, "Sure, of course." And being completely honest I couldn't think of a better way to spend an evening.

Zip forwards an hour and I was lying on the bed – all nicely made up and neat – we could always trash it later. I'd just finished calling Thrallthorpe and I had spoken to Jane and Elizabeth, everything seemed fine there. Eva knocked and came in.

"I was thinking," she said, she was wearing the bathrobe from her room. "I was thinking with this run of hot weather we've been having, would you like to share some bath water; you never know when they're going to ration it?"

As she drifted towards the door of my bathroom I was getting up off the bed shedding clothes, by the time I had covered the ten or so steps to the bathroom I was naked. I joined Eva as we ran the bath together and while we watched it fill kissed and cuddled. Soon we were both soaking in the larger than usual hotel bath. I liked the sense of scale in this hotel and wondered whether my grandfather had helped them plan this bathroom.

After we had both washed each other and explored each other's soapy bodies we settled in with Eva leaning against me and my hands wrapped round her. There were cold beers from the bar in the suite on a side table.

"Do your slaves bathe you?" she asked.

"They're not slaves," I told her "And yes they do."

"What are they then if they're not slaves?"

"They're submissives."

What's the difference?"

I took a drink from my beer-bottle, "I suppose it's as much attitude as anything else. I don't own my subs," I went on; "If either of them wanted to take off they could, by definition a slave can't do that, their master owns them."

"Didn't you tell me you'd inherited your subs, if that doesn't make them property, nothing does."