After our bath, we order room service, and while waiting, we relax in the living room clad in the hotel bathrobes.
Grace chuckles as she reads a message from her phone. “It’s from Isla. She says she’s never leaving this hotel.”
I laugh. “I know a screenwriter who came to Vegas to visit and decided he wasn’t going to leave. He still lives and works from here as far as I know. He’s holed up in some hotel somewhere; I don’t remember which one.”
Grace stares at me in wonder. “I couldn’t afford to live here.”
“Soon, you’re going to be rich enough to live anywhere in the world you want,” I tell her. I’m excited about her solo show, and I cannot wait to see the reception Grace’s work receives from the art world.
She stares at me blankly. She really has no concept of how talented she is, and that’s part of the fun of this.
“The solo show. I predict that not one painting will remain on those walls,” I tell her. I’ve told my art collecting buddies, and they can’t wait to sample her work. They’ll love it. I know that Greg is working furiously to build up excitement for the new artist. I’ve been keeping my excitement from Grace, and I’ve also resisted begging her to show me what she’s done so far. I don’t want to pile any pressure on her.
She stares at me and then laughs. “I love your enthusiasm, Kyle, but don’t get your hopes too high. I’ll be happy to sell even one piece.”
There’s so much I want to say, but I don’t. She’ll have to see for herself; nothing I can say can convince her that she’s a star.
Lunch is wheeled in minutes later, and Grace and I eat to our hearts’ content. Then it’s time for her to go and help Isla get ready.
“I’ll see you later,” I tell her as I walk her to the door.
She throws her hands around my neck and kisses me noisily on my mouth. I steal the opportunity to pull her against me. I cup her ass and dry hump her. I’m already hard again.
“You sure you have to go?” I whisper into her ear.
“Mmmm, I could spare five minutes, and I’m thinking it’s enough time for what I have in mind,” she says.
She drops to a kneeling position and pulls the ribbons that hold the robe together. It falls open, revealing my swollen, hard cock.
“I can never get used to seeing your cock. It’s so big,” Grace says as she wraps a hand around it. She strokes it lovingly and then licks the precum gathered at the tip. I want to grab her head and push my cock into her mouth, but I resist the temptation and instead caress her head lightly.
She rubs the tip of my cock on her mouth and then swirls her tongue around the head. I almost lose it. She licks the length of it while keeping a firm grip at the base. When she finally takes me into her mouth, I’m like a raging animal who can barely be contained. I grip her head and thrust my hips forward. Grace moans as she takes me deeper into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck yes.”
She pulls back and then takes me into her mouth again. I increase my movements, and she reaches around me to grip my ass. She’s good with her mouth. She does things with her tongue that no one has ever done to me. I must remember to ask her where she learned it. It had better be from a book, I think, as possessive feelings come over me.
“I’m going to come, sweetheart,” I manage to tell her.
Her mouth is full, but she responds by squeezing my ass. I take that as consent to come into her mouth, which I do in the next few seconds. She swallows everything and then looks at me with a huge smile on her face.
“You taste sweet,” she says and licks the tip of my cock again as if she wants more.
“Fuck, Grace, that was out of this world.”
She stands up and gives a little curtsy that makes me laugh. “I’m happy to be of service.” She rearranges my bathrobe and ties the ribbons together. “I’ll just wash my hands and face before leaving. And brush my teeth. I don’t think Isla would appreciate my breath.”
I laugh again. “I don’t think so.”
When Grace leaves, I hop onto my phone to check on my emails. I can’t stop grinning for no reason. I guess this is what it means to finally be with the person you were meant to be with.
Now I understand why people who are in love are constantly grinning like idiots. Now that Grace has accepted my lifestyle in the limelight, I have no worries about our future.