The room was dimly lit. The only source of light was a floor lamp with a lampshade on it; it was in the corner of the room. The rest of the lamps were off. The curtains were closed as well to block out the moonlight. It was around two in the morning. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the king size bed. The room was located on the eastern side of the hotel, on the fifth floor.
Even though it was so cold outside that she was shivering upon their arrival, and even though she was naked now, she was sweating profusely. The left side of her face was softly resting on the pillow. Her face was so sweaty that strands of her long brunette hair were stuck on her face. Her eyes were a bit teary; the sensation of a real man on top of her was too much for her. Her legs were stretched completely. Her arms were resting on either side of her. She could feel his hands on her shoulders, pushing her into the bed. His thrusts were gentle yet deep. At first, she was scared of the idea, but now, after trying it, she loved the idea of a ball gag. Her rather small breasts were rubbing against the bed slowly as she was being moved back and forth. A pillow was underneath her belly; because of that, her ass was up in the air.
She was twenty-two, studying literature. Two years ago, she had started dating one of the translation students. At first, it was flowers, gifts, dates, and love; however, there was a small problem; he wasn't a very good lover. He had premature ejaculation, he didn't spend much time on foreplay, his main focus was to just to stick it in and pound her, and he didn't even thrust properly. Most of the time, they had sex for a good ten minutes. Afterwards, he would fall asleep, and she was left unfulfilled. She would go to the bathroom and masturbate, but he was so rough and vile during sex that most of the time, she was in pain afterwards and couldn't touch herself.
One of her classmates had tried to seduce her. At first, she was hesitant, but there was something about him. He knew how to touch her, how to talk to her, and which buttons to push. She still could remember the first time she let him do anything sexual to her. They were sitting in his car. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a pair of black cotton jeans. She was wearing a sleeveless belly shirt with a pair of denim shorts. Her hair was divided into two somewhat short pigtails that stood straight behind her head.
The way he took control of her was the proper way; he wasn't overdoing it, but he wasn't too weak to demand anything either. He still allowed her to be her own person; at the same time, he was authoritative and enigmatic.
She completely gave up any idea of restraint when he pushed his lips against hers. They were in an empty parking lot, so they kept going. He moved from her lips to her right cheek and then down her neck. She let out a soft moan. Jack, the man whom she had started dating two years ago, was her first. Since Jack had never done any of these type of things to her, it was her first time experiencing such sensations. He slowly moved back up on her neck. When he found her sweet spot, he gently bit it at the same time as he pressed her right breast with his left hand. She let out a rather loud moan. He giggled to himself. He put his right hand on her left cheek and rested his thumb on her lips.
"Careful now," He whispered in her right ear, "we don't want an audience." He went back to kissing her neck. She grinned and said, "sorry."
He slowly pushed her hand underneath her belly shirt and grabbed her nipple, but he quickly withdrew his hand. She was confused, "Something's wrong?"
"Yes," he said, "something is missing." He let her confusion continue for a few seconds before he smiled and pushed his fingers against her lips. She opened her mouth without hesitation and started sucking on his fingers. When his fingers were wet enough, he pulled them out and went back to playing with her nipples.
After being teased for a while, she said, "Could you...?"
"What is it, lovebird?" He said gently.
"Could you play with my..." Her shyness was clearly showing; her cheeks were deep red, she was avoiding eye contact, and her voice was weak.
He looked her in the eyes. Her brown eyes were shining in the light that was provided by the lamps in the parking lot.
"Not unless you say it." His tone was serious and somewhat demanding.
"Could you play with..." she looked down as she continued, but he grabbed her by the chin and slowly rose her face. They were looking eye-to-eye again. He was holding her chin with his right hand, so he gently rested his left hand between her legs. She started panting, even the touch was enough to drive her insane.
"If you want more," he said with a demanding tone, staring right into her eyes, "then you need to demand it. No 'could you' or 'would you.' Tell me to do it while you're staring into my eyes."
She looked him directly in the eyes and said, "Play with my pussy." Her voice was so weak that he thought it's coming from the depth of a well, but it was a nice start. He started rubbing her crotch. Her moans were growing louder when he stopped.
"Did I do something wrong?" She sounded disappointed.
"Not at all, sweetie," he said as he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He unbuttoned her shorts then opened the glove compartment. There was a bottle of lube inside. A glaring excitement appeared in her eyes as she saw it.
"Here is the deal," he said, "you're gunna look me in the eyes the whole time. If you look away, I'll stop."
She didn't say anything, but she seemed hesitant.
"We can continue later when you're ready." He said as he put the lube back in the compartment.
"No, no!" She raised her voice, "I'm ready. Let's do it." True that she was shy and didn't want to do it like that, but she also wanted to enjoy herself.
"I have a condition too." She said.
"Oh," he sounded surprised, "let me hear it."
"I want you to hold my chin, so I wouldn't turn my head away."
"Alright." He smiled.
He lubricated his left-hand fingers and held her chin in place with his right hand. He slowly pushed her hand inside her shorts. The moment his fingers touched her pussy, she let out a moan of pleasure. He was gently rubbing her pussy and playing with her lips. It took a minute or two for him to figure out her preference, but he eventually did. She loved it when he rubbed her lips, so he focused on the lips rather than the crack between them. As he grabbed her clit between his fingers, her soft moans turned into low growls that came through her clenching teeth.
