Love Behind the Mask

Love Behind the Mask


With the Masquerade party long underway, Gabriel and his dance partner secretly left the floor and made their way to his room within the penthouse suite. The night had been filled with mystery, but he was certain the woman with him was his wife. Too many things said between them made him believe that he could not possibly be wrong about her. Little did he know, he was far from correct.

The woman he had shared countless dances with and had taken back to his room was none other than his sister-in-law, Zahara. Masks and hair dye made it hard for her to realize that she was not with her own husband either. She was lost in the idea that she had managed to pick out her husband in the crowd. Since they were always doing new things to spice up their already sizzling and passionate marriage, going to her sister's room had not been a great surprise to her. It only served to create a more forbidden feeling and set the temptation even higher.

She sat on the edge of the bed with a giddy feeling flowing inside her. She heard the soft click of the door before he turned to face her, removing his jacket and tossing it on the hotel table.

"With the party going on and everyone downstairs, no one will even hear us," he smirked at her. She returned the smirk with a playful one of her own. In her mind, her tiger was ready to play. "Shall we take off the masks now, or after?" She thought a moment and then grinned as she stood and slowly, seductively, made her way over to him.

"Why don't we go the role play route and leave them on. Add to the air of mystery that is flowing tonight," she said in a soft and sultry voice. He smirked at the idea.

"Masks on then," he agreed before turning her so her back was to him. Zahara's eyes fell closed and her breath caught in her throat as his hands ghosted over her arms and down to her hips. His lips grazed over her neck and she moaned when he gripped her hips and pressed her against him as his own body began to grind against hers. Her hands rested on top of his and her head fell to the side and rested on his shoulder as she enjoyed the feel of his kisses upon her skin. Small warning bells went off in her head that something was not right. She passed them off for just warning that she was not in her own room.

She lifted one hand long enough to move her long hair out of his way and he took advantage of the moment by slowly pulling at the zipper of her long, red, velvet dress. The dress was already off her shoulders, but without the catch of the zipper, it fell to where her arms were bent at the elbows. He turned her to face him, pulling her up tight against him with one hand and gently caressing her face with the other. Her hands rested lightly on his chest for a moment before her nimble fingers pulled at the knot on his tie, freeing him of the wretched piece of fabric he had not wanted to wear to begin with. She grinned up at him as she tossed the tie over her shoulder and lifted one finger to burn a slight trail beside the buttons on his shirt. It was nothing for her to then pull the shirt apart, baring his chest to her.

He thought nothing of this gesture of power. His wife, Sanura, had mastered a firebending art of her own and used it often in defense or just something as simple as starting a fire in the fireplace. Being a lover of fire himself, it only increased his feeling of want. It had been so long since he had been able to be intimate with his wife. Not since their son's birth. Lucky for him, her parents were guarding over the children for all couples that night to keep them safe from any threats that may have been near by.

Hungrily, his lips found hers and her dress fell from her arms, pooling around her feet. His arms snaked possessively around her, closing any distance between them, loving the feel of her soft skin against his own. He breathed deeply, allowing her scent to overwhelm his senses as his fingers expertly unhooked the clasp of her bra and pulled it from her shoulders. His lips left hers to blaze a trail down her neck, pausing at the sensitive juncture of her collarbone and sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. Her head fell back in abandon once more and another moan left her lips.

His kisses began again, following the satin strap of the bra down until her breast was free from the teasing fabric. He heard her gasp and felt her hands in his hair when his tongue made it's dance. A low groan was heard when he took her breast into his mouth and gently suckled. The feelings of pleasure tore through her body in ways she had never experienced before and it made her question where "Blake" had managed to learn his new tricks.

"Oooo yes, that feels so good," she moaned out when he claimed her other breast with his mouth. He chuckled and she closed her eyes as she felt him leave her and slowly move farther down. He kissed a heart shape around her naval and began his teasing trail once again. His hands rested on her hips, keeping her in place as he kissed the soft satin fabric of the thong she wore. But this was not enough. He wanted more. He wanted her.

She cried out softly in surprise when he stood and lifted her off her feet, setting her down on the table, swiping his jacket and a vase to the floor and capturing her lips again as she pulled the shirt off his shoulders and her hands went to the button on his tuxedo pants. His tongue darted against her teeth begging for permission, she rightly gave him and she mewed at the taste of his tongue as it explored the wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the vibration from his own lust-filled moan when he felt the give in the tightness holding his manhood painfully in place. The more he held her, kissed her, felt her, the harder he felt himself becoming. It would not be long before he could wait no longer.

Wrapping her arms, around his neck, she wrapped her legs around his waist, taunting him with small movements that drove him wild. He uttered a low growl and moved against her. She cried out as her back hit the wall during the frenzy and he attacked her throat again. He stepped out of his pants and boxers after toeing off his shoes and socks before lifting her and carrying her back to "their" bed.

Gabriel's past experiences as an escort, or "man-whore" as some called him, gave him the knowledge of what a woman liked and wanted. It was not long before he had her begging and pleading for more. He was more than willing to give her what she wanted. What they both were needing. The masked woman beneath him squirmed with delight as he removed the satin thong and his fingers slid into her to prepare her for what he was ready to give.

"Unn, please... so good... more," she begged, her hands gripping the pillow tightly as she gasped out again.

"Don't worry, Kitten, there is plenty more to come," his lust-filled voice informed her as he gently rolled them, guided her up and settled him on his lap. Slowly she was lowered over his throbbing manhood, her back arching, her head thrown back, and her eyes closed. She sat there for a moment, getting adjusted before slowly moving up and down, sliding easily on him. His eyes closed as well as a pleasure-filled groan fell from his lips. A more intense groan came when she shifted and began small cirlcular movements while continuing her up and down routine. The feel of his fingers clinging to her back as she moved let her know that she was hitting every spot she needed.

Without lifting her from him, he shifted, rolled, and laid her on her back once more. He was tired of playing and was ready to take them as high as they could go. He relished her cry of pleasure as he pushed into her again. Each time he moved, he thrust back in even harder, savoring each beautiful sound she made. Sweat covered their bodies with a glistening sheen as the room began to heat up with their passion. Their moans and cries mingling as one as the pressure could be felt. Their bed rocking with every move.

Zahara could feel the burning of her climax building with each one of his thrusts and she clung to him, her nails biting into his skin as her breath came as gasps. Her eyes shut tight as she suddenly arched her back giving out one final cry before her body shuddered under his and her muscles clenched tightly around his manhood, begging him for completion. That sweet release was granted him after only a couple more quick but hard thrusts as his seed was spilled and he tried to regain his breath and composure. He pulled back and out of her before falling onto his back beside her. She laid on her back, staring in awe and wonder at the ceiling as her heart slowly began to return to it's normal pace.

Zahara leaned her head against Gabriel's chest as he rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around her, keeping him closer to her. It was the best feeling in the world to be lost in the arms of the one she loved. She sighed happily and snuggled close. The warning bells in her head kept her from enjoying the moment completely, but again she brushed them off. If her sister came back, she could take her room. It worked just as well. She was going to enjoy this moment of peace.

"That was... amazing... I don't know where you came up with those moves tonight, but this has got to be the best I have ever had... You never fail to amaze me," she whispered softly.

"Only the best for you," he returned sleepily before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.