"I'm here," he said, leading me out of the car. We walked, him guiding me with hands on my shoulders. I heard my shoes on marble, then we stopped. I heard a click, and suddenly we rose in the air. We were in an elevator. He gently unwrapped the blindfold and kissed me on the lips. I looked around in wonder. I saw one wall of the elevator was a mirror, the other three were cushiony brocade fabric. The buttons had gold engravings. I saw the floor counter entering the twenties. I saw the top floor button was lit up.
"Wh-where are we?" I asked.
"The Presstin," he said. I gasped. The Presstin was a famous five-star hotel frequented by celebrities and the like. We arrived at the top floor and exited the elevator into a beautiful suite. There was a king size bed in one room with mints resting on the pillows. The walls were beautiful wood and there were picture windows all along the wall of the living room. The fireplace was intricately detailed and the chairs were plush. There was a bottle of champagne and two glasses resting on a table near the bed. He offered me a glass, but I refused. I wanted a clear head all night. We sat on the bed, kissing. I kicked off my flip flops and he followed suit. We were making out. My arms were wrapped around his back and his hands were gently resting on my head, stroking my hair. He reached over and popped an ice cube in his mouth, and we passed this back and forth. By now, I was wetter than ever and his penis was rock hard and straining at the fabric of his shorts. I lay a hand on his thigh and watched his penis twitch at the feel.
I thought he would want to screw me right away, but he was really romantic about the whole thing. We kissed for much of the day, then went out for a break. He bought me lunch in a terrific Italian sandwich shop and we walked down the street much of the afternoon. He bought me a beautiful ceramic ring and slipped it on my right ring finger.
"Here's something to keep with you even when I'm not there." I kissed him right then, and my stomach fluttered at the romantic offering. I thanked him.
As dusk was coming, he returned to the luxurious hotel. The doorman opened the door for us as we walked in and entered the elevator. We reached the suite and immediately began to kiss again. His erection was back in no time and I was wet immediately. We stumbled to the bed and he laid me gently down. He was on top of my in no time, kissing me so much I could barely breath. He removed a hand from behind my head and laid it gently on my breast. The feeling made me shudder with pleasure. I pulled him closer. His hand slid up my top and unclasped my bra, pulling it free. His hand massaged my erect nipples. I sat up and pulled off his shirt, tracing a line with my finger along the curly hair pointing from his navel into his shorts like an arrow. I kissed around his nipples and back to his mouth, then lifted my arms to allow him to slide my shirt off over my head. He looked at my perky breasts and kissed each one, then wrapped his mouth around one, licking the nipple and planting kisses all over, then sucking on it. I leaned my head back in pleasure, moaning. I put my hand on his head, feeling the soft hair I adored so much. I allowed him to remove my jeans. I was left in only my silk thong. His eyes grew wide with the sight. I smiled as I pulled his shorts down. His penis was pressing into his boxers, leaving a large tent. It was straining hard at the seams so I decided to relieve the pressure. I slowly pulled down the boxers and freed his large penis. I laid him down on the bed and knelt between his legs. I blew a stream of warm air over his cock that made him shudder. I put a light kiss on the tip, then began to lightly flick my tongue over the tip. He closed his eyes and let out a slow, sexy moan. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and began to slowly, steadily pump up and down. I turned my head, raising and lowering it, allowing my tongue to slide down the edge over it. I used my fingers to lightly fondle his sac while blowing him. His moans became louder and louder. I increased my speed accordingly. I sucked and licked him until I heard him utter a weak warning and felt his balls tense up. He began to thrust wildly into my mouth as he let forth a great flow of his seed into my mouth. I swallowed it, savoring the taste in my mouth. It was the sweetest cum I'd ever tasted. Of course, I'd only tasted two, but this was the better of them. He groaned and closed his eyes as the last drops fell into my mouth. I licked him clean, then came forward to meet him. I kissed him and he whispered to me.
"That was the best blow job ever."
To thank me, he in turn laid me down and knelt between my knees, his cock barely losing any hardness. He lay below me and I spread my legs for him.
"You have the sexiest pussy ever." he said. He kissed all up my legs and around my vagina, but never actually touching it. I groaned in anticipation. Slowly he came nearer until he spread my lips with his fingers and licked up the juice that had seeped out. He gave me a few licks there before starting to trace circles around my clit. I moaned more, then let out a loud groan as his tongue began to lightly flick my pleasure spot. I thrust lightly into his mouth as his tongue pressed harder. He gently inserted first one, then two, then three fingers into my pussy. I felt myself release more liquid in preparation for orgasm. I moaned louder as I came nearer. I began thrusting more, until finally he pushed me over the edge. I began bucking against him, my legs wrapped around him. He lovingly licked up all the nectar that spilled out. I gave one last moan, exhausted. He was again rock hard. We began kissing some more. We took a break for showers before going back to bed. He nestled up behind me, laying light feather kisses all over my neck. We spooned for nearly an hour, the sky becoming dark. He maintained his erection this whole time, never even for a second softening.
He let out a moan. My eyes were closed in bliss and this surprised me.
"What?" I asked.
"My penis is so sore. It's waiting too long and you're making me so horny." he said. I smiled and laid down on my back on the bed. I spread my legs to him. He was surprised that I wanted to go all the way. I nodded encouragement and he placed the head of his cock at my opening, then slid it in a few inches.
"Oooh, you're so tight!" he said. He slid in more, slowly, until his balls were pressed against my pussy lips. I moaned at the full feeling he gave me. I felt more complete than I ever had. He slowly began to thrust lightly in and out of me. I was on the bottom, my legs lifted to his hips. He knelt on his hands and knees, thrusting down into me. I moaned and arched my head back into the pillows.
"Faster," I moaned. He was eager to oblige. His thrusting sped up until he was working up a sweat. I moaned in pleasure and slid a finger down to rub my clit. I began to thrust my hips up to receive him. I removed my hand as he began to grind his hips up against my pubic bone. I kept urging him to go faster, but it was difficult for him in this position. I pushed him off and flipped over onto my hands and knees, spreading my knees slightly. He penetrated me doggy style, one hand wrapped around to grasp my bobbing breast. He then put his hands on my back and began to thrust as fast as he could. He moaned in pleasure, thrusting deep and fast. The sound of his balls slapping against me was an immense turn-on for me. I moaned and felt myself begin to come.
"Oh, I'm coming!" I moaned. "Oohh! Oh God! Ohhhhh!" I moaned as I thrust back and began to shudder in my incredible orgasm. My honey dripped down my leg. Right after my orgasm finished, his began. His balls tightened and his penis spasmed as he shot his warm, white liquid inside of me. We both lay back on the bed, arms wrapped around one another. We were exhausted as we crawled under the covers, but we were in love. We fell asleep spooning. The next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. Matt sat naked in the chair next to the bed, gazing at me lovingly. I looked at him with his semi-hard penis and I called him into bed. We made love again that morning, more loving and slow sex than the harder, faster sex we'd had the night before. I've been dating him for four years now and we're engaged now. Every year on our anniversary he takes me to The Presstin into the penthouse suite. We are still as much in love as we were that first amazing day.
