I'd never forget about crossing things off our bucket list...
I walked into our room, “The Royalty Suite.”
There was a red, shaggy rug covering most of the marble floor. A king bed straight ahead with a gold metal frame. Gold vines twisted along the frame with gold leaves poking out along it. The sheets were silk with a cream-color, along with the pillows. Windows on the left side of the room had sheer curtains hanging from the ceiling to the floor. A fireplace was on the right side of the room with a black rug and two love seats adjacent to each other. The bathroom was in the back corner of the room. It had double toilets, double sinks, double mirrors, and a large shower with a bench to fit, you guessed it, double the people.
I set my purse down on the table next to the bed and took my shoes off before jumping onto the silk throne made for a Queen. I lay across it, relaxing from the wine filling, seafood filling, dessert filling dinner that we had.
Chris went to the closet, returning with a black bag in his hand. I looked at him in question, wondering what he was up to. The bag was bulky and looked heavy as he held it with one hand and loosening his tie with his other hand. He then unbuttoned the top of his shirt, dropping the bag on the bed. It made a heavy plop, and I sat up, desperate to find out what was in it. As I leaned toward the bag, he spoke up, “We are fucking in style tonight sweety,” he said. “And I’d like to fulfill something on our bucket list.”
I looked up to him, smiling with excitement. I know of our bucket list, but what was this venture going to be? He stared back at me, leaning over to open the bag with those, “I’ve got something planned for you,” eyes, "And you're going to take what I give you."
I sat back with anticipation as he turned the bag upside-down, and money started pouring out of the bag. My eyes went wide and I gasped with my mouth open like cod fish. He flung it everywhere, all over the bed! My arms reached out in amazement, grabbing the money and throwing it in the air, tossing it around like a kid in a candy shop. I let out a loud chuckle, grabbing more bills to see what they contained of. They were 50’s and others 100’s.
He let the bag drop down beside the bed as he reached one hand down to undo his belt, then untucking his shirt from his pants. I sprawled out on the money, laughing and smiling. "This is crazy!" I told him. I completely forgot his bucket list plans.
I turned to him and get on my knees, reaching my hands out to grab at his waist. Smiling, I look up to him, “Babe! How much money is this?” He gave me a side grin. The one that looks like he is up to no good, and I won't be finding out how much money is being crunched by my knees.
I speak up again laughing, “Where and when did you get all of this money Chris?” He leaned down to kiss me, holding each side of my face and smiling through the kiss.
He pulled himself away and responded, “That’s for me to know and you to enjoy my queen.” He kisses my forehead and stands upright to work his way at the buttons on his shirt. One by one, he undoes them, until he can slide the shirt off each shoulder, exposing his chiseled torso to me.
I reached out, pressing my hands to his chest, feeling my way down over his pecks, down his abs and press my fingers into the front of his pants. My fingers feel around his deep V, sliding out to the sides, loosening his pants in the process. I want his pants off, I want to see his cock erect right in front of my face.
His pants are almost down over his ass, but his hands reach out to my arms, grabbing me and pushing me back to lay on the bed. I laugh as I plop down and look around to see all of the money around us. He reaches down to my waist, pulling my shirt up and over my head. He head comes down to kiss my chest and the tops of my breasts, licking under the edge of my bra. The feeling makes me moan and smile as my arms wing up and down like I'm making a "money angel."
I feel his hands come up to hold either side of my ribs, rubbing his fingers along until they find my bra. They make their way to my breasts, massaging them one after the other. His head moved down my sternum, kissing along my body until he got to my pants. His hands squeeze my breasts once more before he releases them to reach down and undo my pants.
His hands grabbed between my thighs, pushing my legs open for him as his face came down, settling into my downstairs. I feel his mouth bite me between my lower lips, making me squeal. He pulls on my panties with his mouth and releases them just a hand reaches over to pull the panties off.
His head returns to my downstairs and I reach down to run my fingers through his hair and hold onto his head. His tongue licks my clit, making me flinch and pull his hair hard. At the result, his head presses into me. His tongue inserts itself into my vagina, pressing hard making me moan. He licks up, over my clit, sucking on it and rubs his tongue down through my lips again. My hips move with him as his tongue thrusts into me, up around my clit and back down into my vagina again.
He brings his tongue out of me, licking up and over my clit as his head leaves me below. I look to him in desperation, for climax, for more. He reaches out, grabbing money and sprinkling it over me. Even my arms swing across the bed and grab some bills to sprinkle more over myself. I'm smiling, covered in bills, feeling Chris gather more and more money.
My smiling and giggly self comes to an end when my body jerks and I moan a scream. Chris smacked me down below, followed with a quick and deep penetration of his fingers into my vagina. He held them there as deep as he could. My breathing hitched and my hips bucked at the sensation. His palm rested on my pelvic bone, curling his fingers inside of me. I took a deep, shaky breath as he held me there like a puppet. He pushed his palm down, making my hips press into the bed, and then pulled his fingers up inside of me, making my hips move up.
“Move,” he said. And I looked to him in confusion. “Move your hips,” he spoke again, “I want to see my Queen dancing under this paper.”
I felt him manipulating my body, making my hips move up and down. His fingers still in me, pressing as deep as they could. His palm pushed down on me when my hips came down, and his fingers curled up, pulling on my as my hips came up. I found a rhythm and the pressure lessened from his hand.
I reached down and grabbed his wrist. I held him there as I rode his hand. I could feel the money moving around on my body, tickling me in places, sliding off my neck, and off my breasts. Chris continued to sprinkle the money over me as it fell onto the bed.
I moaned as the warmth grew inside, spreading out from my clit, and to my hips. My breathing became sporadic and my legs spread wide. Chris knew I was close to cumming.
I gripped his wrist tight, holding him in place for dear life as my body continued to ride him. The explosions were near and with one large breath, my back arched and lifted off the bed. My hips jerked with the orgasm and Chris took over with his hand. Thrusting deep inside of me, his hand fucked me until my body quick convulsing.
His hand slowed as my body calmed down. I let go of his wrist and my arms lay out to the sides. His free hand rested on my hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of me below. As they left, I felt a different sensation. Roughness along my lips and I looked down to him. He stared back at my smiling, bringing his fingers up to view. My jaw opened and I gasped Chris's named in surprise.
"Congratulations baby," he says. "You just came all over these bills."
I smirked at him, unaware that he put those in me from the start. Between the wine and him smacking the shit out of my lips, I didn't feel it.
Before either of us can make another move, I come up with my own idea.
“Here,” I said, lifting up a hand full of money, not breaking eye contact with him. “Put it in and fuck me."
His eyebrow raised with a smirk on his face. He reached out and grabbed the wad of cash out of my hand and straightened himself. His dick was so hard, it was practically straight out, pointing at me and mocking me for what I asked for.
"Alright," he replied, as he sprinkled the cash over my body.
He reached down and grabbed my legs, picking them up and flipping me over onto my stomach. I gasped and turned my head to the side, staring out at all of the money.
Chris leaned over me, setting his hands on either side of my head. One hand picked up a 100 bill and held it next to my lips. "Stick your tongue out," he ordered, and I did.
I gathered all of the saliva in my mouth and licked the bill, leaving it wet from bottom to top. He pulled away from me, taking the bill with him. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling my up to my knees and I lifted myself up on my elbows. As I looked to the side, I smirked and waited for what he was going to do next.
I could hear Chris grabbing for money, and sprinkling it over my body once again. When he grabbed for more cash, he placed it on my back and slid it up to my hole. My breath hitched as he held the money there, pressing into my hole slightly, playing with me. My back arched and bucked at the feeling while I also thought about money being stuck in my ass.
He held the pressure over my hole. Not going in too far with his fingers. It kept me on edge, building up the electrical sensations in my body, ready to cum again for him. I felt something wet hit my lower lips though. It has to be the bill he made me moisten.
He pressed it between my lips followed with the full amount of his cock filling my vagina. I took a deep breath as tingling sensations went up to my hole, up my back and into my face. He began fucking me, deep and rough. The money in my hole stayed there as the pressure intensified with his fingers.
One hand had hold of my side, as it helped him keep a rhythm. I suddenly felt the pressure switch in my hole, feeling his fingers from his hand spread out across my back. His thumb went into my hole, holding the money there, pushing it in deeper as his cock became bigger inside of me.
I moaned from the sensations building up. His thrusts were harder and my body started to move with his. He started moaning himself, curling his thumb up inside of my hole as his fingers gripped my back. The feeling made my insides explode into orgasm and his cock went as deep as it could. He was cumming and moaning as he pulled my hips into him.
He held himself in as deep as he could, waiting for his body to calm down. He knelt there, holding his cock inside me, reaching over to grab more money and sprinkle it over me.....
"How are we going to get this money out of you?” He asked.
I chuckled, leaning up to give him a thrust in his direction.
I sure as fuck wasn't going to finger myself for it. He go it in there, he can get it out, lol.