The red room was quiet now, its crimson walls softened by the faint morning rays filtering through heavy curtains.
The black leather bed beneath us was warm, tangled with a black sheet that draped over our naked body. My muscles felt heavy but calm, the frenzy of the night with Elizabeth, the First Lady, leaving me drained yet strangely at peace.
My mind drifted somewhere maybe because of exhaustion, and in that hazy space, a vision of Aeri appeared. Her voice echoed, soft and clear, calling my name—"Ezra..."—her bright smile vivid, her naked body glowing in a pool of darkness. Her hands reached out, cupping my cheeks, her touch gentle, grounding. "Are you tired, Ezra?" she asked, her voice tender, her eyes searching mine.
"A little..." I muttered, my voice cracking, the weight of life.
Her presence a soothing calm, pulling me into a fleeting dream.
"There... there...don’t worry I am always with you. You’re the closest soul to me," Aeri said, wrapping her arms around me, her chest warm and soft against my face. I closed my eyes, sinking into her embrace, the comfort washing over me, easing the ache of my body and mind, her heartbeat a steady rhythm.
The dream faded, replaced by a similar warmth in the different setting and the faint chirping of birds outside. My eyes fluttered open, my face nestled between big, soft boobs, the skin smooth and warm.
I stirred, soft "Umm..." escaping my lips as I woke, blinking against the dim light. I looked up and saw Elizabeth, the First Lady, sleeping peacefully, her black hair with golden highlights splayed across the pillow, her naked body pressed against mine, her arms loosely hugging me and legs over my waist, the black sheet tangled around us.
Her breaths were slow, her face relaxed, a very opposite to the commanding fire of last night, the red room now a quiet haven, the music gone, the candles all just a leftover wax.
"It’s morning... now?" I murmured, my voice low, careful not to wake her. I eased out of her embrace, the sheet slipping, and sat up, glancing at the window.
My body ached faintly, the night’s intensity lingering in my muscles. I sat up on bed, cloaed towards the window and slid the heavy curtain aside, opening the window. A sparrow sitting on the sill, its chirping sharp and lively, its small eyes meeting mine before it flew away, disappearing into the morning sky.
I exhaled deeply, the fresh air cool against my skin, my mind settling to the present reality.
"Good morning, Ezra," Elizabeth’s voice came from behind, casual and warm, pulling my attention. I turned to see her stretching on the bed, her arms raised, her naked body smooth and striking, her boobs full and soft, catching the light, her skin flawless, her smile lazy but inviting, the black sheet pooled around her waist.
"Good morning," I said, a soft smile tugging at my lips, leaning against the window frame.
"Usually clients leave before I wake up," I said, my tone normal, matter-of-fact. "They don’t like getting too attached after sharing a bed for a night. You’re still here." My words hung in the air, curious but not accusing.
Elizabeth laughed softly, crawling across the bed toward me, her movements slow, deliberate, her hair catching the light, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, I don’t care," she said, her voice light but firm, settling behind me, her legs straddling my hips, her arms wrapping around my chest, her boobs pressing soft and warm against my back. "My husband will return tomorrow, he is off to some other country to sign some papers, so I’ve got plenty of free time."
She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear, her hands resting on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles. "And besides... who said I don’t want any attachments?" she added, her tone teasing, her boobs pressing harder, her body molding to mine. "I’d love to hire you again. I enjoyed spending night with you so much, Ezra."
Her hands slid lower, trailing down my stomach, her fingers brushing my groin, wrapping gently around my soft dick, stroking slowly, her touch sparking heat, my dick started hardening, throbbing slightly.
"The way you thrusted your hips into me, that endless stamina, your sexy bold physique..." she murmured, her voice sultry, her hand stroking, "And especially this..." She squeezed my dick lightly and trailed her nails on the hardened lentgh.
The heat building, her praise came like flame that burned bright.
"You’re an ideal man, Ezra," she said, her voice low, her hand stroking my cock faster now.
Her touch pulling me back into her world.
"Ahmm... I see..." I said, exhaling, my voice low, feeling her hands on my cock, stroking smooth and steady, each glide sending waves of pleasure through me.
Her fingers moved with purpose, her touch sparking heat, my dick throbbing, the room alive with her energy, the birds chirping faintly.
"Yeah... so... I don’t mind having secret affairs with you, darling," Elizabeth said, her voice sultry, her eyes meeting mine, sharp and inviting, She leaned forward and kissed me, her lips soft, smooching mine with a slow, deliberate hunger.
Our eyes locked, her gaze piercing, her hands still moving around my throbbing cock, stroking gently, the kiss deepening, her breath warm, her touch electric.
"Lay down, fucker," she said, her tone commanding, pushing me down onto the bed, her hands firm on my chest, the leather creaking as I fell back, her dominance flaring back again, her eyes blazing with control.
She straddled me, sitting on my stomach, her pussy grazing my skin, her boobs bouncing slightly, her hair spilling, the light painting her in gold and crimson.
"Ahhm..." I groaned, the weight of her body pressing me into the bed, her warmth sinking into me, my dick throbbing beneath her.
She buckled her hips, shifting lower, sitting on my dick, sliding her pussy back and forth, rubbing against my hardness, the friction hot and slick, the juices that is leaking out of her hole, coating my dick, the sensation intense
"Every woman needs a man like you in their life," she said, moaning softly, her voice thick with pleasure, feeling my hardness under her, her pussy grinding my dick, her eyes half-closed.
"Ohh...I see..." I moaned, my hands gripping her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin, the slickness of her pussy driving me wild, my dick pulsing.
"You too...feel..good," I said, my eyes locked on hers, my hands squeezing her thighs, her pussy sliding, the friction building.
She lifted her hips, her hand wrapping around my dick, stroking gently, her fingers slick, her touch sparking heat, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Let’s make this morning count then..." she said, her voice sultry, positioning herself on my dick, guiding my hardness to her pussy, sinking down slowly, taking my hardened cock inside, her smooth pussy walls hot and tight, gripping my shaft.