The Arbor Weekend: Part III

Final installment of Eliza and Michael's weekend at The Arbor Hotel

He pulled her close, still looking in her eyes. "Thank you, my angel. This has been perfect."

"You're welcome, my love. I'm glad you enjoyed it. You deserved some TLC."

"It was everything. You are everything. And all I need is you. Forever."

"That's all I've ever wanted to hear, Michael."

They exited the shower and returned to the bed, snuggling completely naked together beneath the sheets, where they would remain until the dinner Eliza had prepared for them.
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Michael stirred from a deep sleep after their afternoon of lovemaking. Stretching, he looked over at his angel sleeping beside him. She looked so peaceful, and he didn't want to wake her. Eliza had waited so long for him and has loved him so fervently ever since they were free to be together. She'd been sensitive to how hard it had been for him to claim his happiness and walk away from an unfixable marriage. He'd never experienced a love like that before. He knew Eliza's love for him was deep and strong — the wait was the proof.

Eliza began to awaken. Michael wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and nuzzling behind her ear.

"Hi, baby," Eliza whispered.

"Hello, my love." Michael kissed her neck and tenderly squeezed her breasts.

"Dinner will be arriving soon. We should get some clothes on."

"If we have to," Michael said, smiling wryly.

They drug themselves out of the comfy bed, put on the plush robes, and turned on soft jazz. The lights in the room were low. Eliza lit some candles and pulled out the small table and chairs to prepare for the dinner.

A knock at the door meant their luxurious dinner had arrived, dessert and all.

Eliza placed a plate at each seat while Michael looked on at his curly-haired love. Neither of them were drinkers, but occasionally they'd make exceptions for some sparkling wine. She poured a small glass for each of them, setting them next to the glasses of water. She looked at Michael and smiled. "You ready, my love?"

"You bet I am."

They sat down to a romantic meal of all their favorites. The sparkling wine was a nice benefit that would warm their bodies and loosen their spirits a little. They talked of regular life things — work, future plans, where they want to visit next. It was the very thing both of them had long desired and was now fulfilled — spending life with partner and enjoying time together.

Full from the main course, they held off on dessert for a while. Candles still burning, they snuggled together on the little sofa in the suite, letting the sweet jazz chords meld with the warm feelings from the sparkling wine. It was so hard for them to keep their hands off each other. The physical need for the other was insatiable. Their emotional and spiritual bond was so incredibly strong — forged by universal magic and the fire of the struggle. Their physical connection was just an extension of the deep love and respect they felt for the other.

"Ready for some coffee?"

"Absolutely." Eliza got the coffee ready to go with the desserts. Energized by caffeine and sugar and aroused by the wine, they could hold back no longer. It was their last night in the room, and they wanted to make the most of it. What Eliza didn't expect was that Michael had come with his own plans for her. She'd wanted to make this weekend all about him, but he wanted to display his deep gratitude for her love and how long she'd waited for him.

"Angel, go sit on the bed."

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me...go sit on the bed. Against the pillows. I have something for you." Michael went to the bathroom for a moment and returned in a silky dark blue robe carrying a box. He placed the box on the dresser.

Eliza's smile was wide and she shook her head at her blue-eyed silver fox.

He slipped the knot on the belt of his robe and let the belt fall to the sides, revealing his sexy body and silk boxers. Slowly, Michael let the robe fall from his shoulders, then his waist, cascading onto the floor and landing like a deep pool of water at his feet. A pool Eliza desperately wanted to sink herself into. Michael retrieved the box, wrapped in shiny teal paper with a silver bow, Eliza's favorite colors.

Walking toward her, he extended his hand to her and guided her off the bed. He unbelted her robe and slid it off her shoulders, revealing the porcelain skin he so loved to consume. Opening the box, he first pulled out a pair of peacock colored silk panties. Michael bent down and helped her step into them and pulled them onto her body. Next, he displayed a silky nightie of the same color and slipped it over her arms. "This color is so perfect on you, my love."

"Baby, I love this. You're so sweet."

"There's more." He pulled out the final article, a knee length robe matching the ensemble, and helped her put it on.

Michael guided her to the mirror where, standing behind her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

"Michael, you devil. You surprised me! I love this...it's so beautiful."

"You are so welcome, my love." He turned her around to face him and pulled her tight, looking deeply in her green eyes. "I want you to know that what you've done means everything to me. I know the past year or so has been so hard for you, too, and I don't want you to ever think I don't appreciate and honor that. Knowing you loved me that much is just...it's more than I could have ever dreamed of."

Eliza took Michael's face in her hands. "I told you that you were worth the wait, and I meant it. I've loved you for so long, Michael. You are everything I ever prayed for. You've made me feel all the things I thought I'd never feel. You make me feel safe and loved...and wanted.

"Oh, my love, you are. You are loved deeply and wanted desperately. You are." He pulled her close again. "You are my forever."

Holding each other, they let the jazz playing softly in the background lead their bodies into a slow dance. Michael pulled the robe from her shoulders and tossed it on the chair nearby. He took her right hand and pulled it into his chest, his other hand wrapped around her waist. Eliza rested her head on his chest, her favorite place, feeling his heartbeat. After swaying together for a little while, Eliza looked up at Michael and said, "Make love to me."

"I was waiting for you to say that."

"Slow and intense."

"Whatever you want, my angel." Michael guided her to the bed and before laying her down, slipped the peacock silks from her body.

She moved to the center of the bed where he laid her back, straddled her, and kissed her deeply, brushing the hair away from her face. The kiss was long and wet, tongues dancing around each other like long strands of silk. She felt his penis harden against her, which aroused her even more.

Michael wanted to make this last. He kissed her neck lightly, then more intensely, travelling from beneath her ears to her collarbone. Moving his lips between her breasts, he took the left one in his mouth and sucked her nipple, biting it lightly, while squeezing the right one. Then he switched.

He turned her over to focus on her back, soft and white, where he kissed every inch from her shoulders to her butt, and then down the backs of her legs. Michael grazed his finger along her crack and down into her vagina, feeling the wetness of her arousal. He spread her legs and penetrated her with his fingers. Eliza moved her hips so he could have more room to move. Slowly, he moved them in and out, pressing against her G-spot. He could feel her body contract when he hit it.

Michael turned her back over and began kissing down her stomach, spreading her legs so he could kiss the insides of each thigh. He rubbed her legs gently as he kissed them, and she ached to feel him inside her, but loved the delay and the foreplay.

He turned around so he could taste her aroused wetness and sucked her clit, then licked it with strong, long strokes.

Michael's hard, thickened penis was over her face while he was down on her, so she took it into her mouth to return the favor, sucking with an intentional, deliberate pace. She loved pleasuring him this way and it increased her desire.

Eliza began to jerk and wiggle her hips in the pleasure of Michael's tongue. "I want you, now."

Michael turned again, kissing her with her natural lube all over his face so she could taste her own excitement. He looked longingly into her eyes and as he did, placed his penis inside of her. The thrusts were long and slow, as she'd asked. She loved feeling him inside of her. The oneness that came with this part of sex made it so special for them.

He rocked his hips, then rotated them so he could feel him circling inside her. Picking up the pace, her hips began to shift and roll in response to her pleasure. The thrusts became harder and faster, both of them moaning as the pangs of orgasm neared, their faces wincing. Sweating and breathing heavily, Michael slamming into Eliza until they both let out a scream, he kept going as long as he could until he collapsed beside her.

They caught their breath and rolled into each other as the afterglow of their lovemaking set in. Tomorrow they would go back to their everyday lives, but for now the world was just them, together, basking in this beautiful love. Tonight, they would hold each other close and sleep until the light of morning awakens them.

One last shower together and they checked out of The Arbor.