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tell her so.
    But
when she came out of her office, and he saw her talking with her friends, his
heart began to melt.   She was smiling as
if she was the happiest woman in the world, and it warmed him to his soul to
see her so happy.   He looked down the
length of her, at her smoking hot body, and back into her cheerful face, and he
knew he had to have her. Not later tonight.   Not as soon as they got home.   Now.
    He
removed his hands from his pockets and hurried toward her.   She saw him coming, and she also saw that
look in his eyes.
    He
took her by the hand.   “Excuse us,” he said,
and began walking her toward the elevators.   Norm, Denise and the desk clerk were all watching them, and they all had
their own ideas as to why he was suddenly in such a hurry to get her upstairs,
but Charles didn’t care.   And Jenay
didn’t ask.   She rode the elevator with
him to the top floor, to the for their
use only presidential suite, and as soon as they walked in, and he locked
the door, he was on her.
    He
lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his body, and they
kissed as he carried her to the bedroom.  
    “I
couldn’t wait,” Charles said breathlessly as he kissed her passionately.
    “Good,”
Jenay replied, as she kissed him with equal passion.  
    When
they made it to the huge bed, he lifted her blouse and bra over her head and
tossed them aside, and removed his tie and shirt and tossed them too.   Then he laid her on the bed, got on top of
her, and began sucking her big breasts mercilessly.  
    He
hadn’t been away from her so long that he should have felt needy, but that was
exactly how he felt.   He needed her.   He needed to feel the texture of her breasts,
the smell of her perfume, the softness of her body.   And when her breasts became red and sore, he
moved back up to her mouth, kissing her long and lovingly again.
    Jenay
could feel his hardening penis even through the fabric of his pants as he
rubbed against her while he kissed her.   By the time he removed her panties and pulled down his own pants and
briefs, his penis was so hard it nearly punctured her skin.   It was so hard that he needed no hands to
guide it into her pussy.   It went on its
own, pushed in, and caused her to open her legs wider to feel the total
sensation of his fullness.
    They
made love in that hotel suite with no concern for any walls.   They moaned and sighed and listened to the
sounds of his pre-cum and her wetness as he moved along her ridges.   The tightness made him feel as if he was
penetrating her for the very first time.
    He
held her in his arms and fucked her long and hard.   He had fantasized about being with her last
night, as he laid awake in his hotel room, and now, tonight, he had her in his
arms.   Her heels were still on her feet,
and her legs were high in the air, as he stroked her.   He held her tighter.   He kissed her again and fucked her harder and
harder.   It was the kind of lovemaking
that dreams were made of.   It made him
feel unhinged with desire.   Because he
was fucking Jenay.   His Jenay.   The most
enchanting woman in the world.   He
couldn’t describe how fortunate he felt.
    He
became so engrossed in his own excitement that he came.   Before her.   Something he worked tirelessly to never do.   But he did it this time.   He had spasms and poured out and couldn’t
stop himself from cumming.   It felt so
good and was so strong that he couldn’t think about anything else but
cumming.   He came.   He came hard.
    When
he finally came back down to himself and looked at Jenay, he realized that she
hadn’t cum yet.   She was on the verge,
her eyes were hooded, but she hadn’t gotten there yet.   His penis wanted to begin its’ retreat, but
he refused to let it.   He was going to
make her cum if it was the last thing he did.   And he fought it.   He kept
stroking her, and pushing deeper inside of her.   The more he pushed and stroked, the more hooded her

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