The door makes a loud click as I wave the card over the reader. I open it slowly; the room seems to be empty but for the suitcase near the door. I take a few steps in. I hear the water running in the shower. I sit on the bed, hands tucked under my thighs. I turn on the bedside lamp. After a minute I decide to take off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the chair. I feel nervous, and bite my lip as I hear the water turn off. You come out of the bathroom, toweling off.
You sort of chuckle as you walk towards me. "Hey there, baby," you say, as you look me over.
You gave me the key to your room about an hour ago in the hotel lounge. I had been sitting at the bar, idly sipping my drink when you sat down beside me. I could feel your arm close to mine as you leaned in to order a drink. Your cologne smelled salty, like sea air. I snuck a glance at you while pretending to look for someone. Your beard was neatly trimmed, peppered with grey. The collar of your white shirt was open, and your rolled sleeves exposed tanned forearms. I found myself staring at your hands, heat gathering in my belly as I watched your thick fingers play with a coaster. You knew I was watching you. When I looked up, you caught my eye and smiled.
"You look very, very good, baby," you say to me now, taking in my naked body waiting on the bed.
"You look sexy. Beautiful. Warm. So fucking gorgeous." You take your time getting to me so I can see all of you. The small patch of hair at your chest, the strong arms and the thick cock hanging between your toned legs. My stomach does a little flip.
You set your glasses on the bedside table. You laugh a little - no, it's more of a giggle - and lower yourself onto me. The weight of you is exactly what I need. It feels solid and right and calms my nerves.
"Can I kiss you?" you ask, and I nod. You kiss me, softly, and then a little more insistently. Your lips are soft and full and your beard feels good on my skin. I put my fingertips to your face and pull you into me, deepening the kiss, and then you break the kiss and smile.
"I've been wanting to do that all night," you say. And I smile, because I've been wanting you to do that all night too. I can feel that kiss in the heat of my chest and between my legs. I want you to touch me, but I also want you to take your time.
You kiss me again and this time our tongues find each other, and we begin to breathe more heavily. I wrap my arms around you and pull you closer, closer, and I can feel your cock start to harden and grow. I press my pelvis into yours, just for a second, and you laugh again, lifting your body off mine and rolling to one side.
"I'm a little giggly," you say. "I'm just excited you're here. I wasn't sure if you'd come up."
I turn on my side to face you. And now I speak.
"I want you," I say. "I want you to do whatever you want to me."
You smile. You make a small hmmm sound, appreciative, and draw in a long breath. You put your hand on me and run it along the length of my side, over the curve of my hip, and run your fingers down over the skin between my hip bones. I open my legs a little.
"Baby, you're wet," you say as you slide your fingers between the lips of my pussy. I am wet. I am very wet. I feel electric, like I am glowing with want, and I want you to touch me and touch me and touch me until I can't take it anymore.
But you take your fingers away and lick them, your brown eyes locked on mine. I feel my heart beat faster. My lips part. I want you to fuck me. I want this to go on forever.
You lean towards me, lower your mouth to my nipple and I close my eyes and roll to my back. A moan escapes me, and I can feel your smile against my breast. You suck, sweep your tongue over my nipple, bite it gently, suck again. My hips begin to roll of their own volition. I could not stop them if I tried, but I don't want to. I want your hands everywhere on me.
"More," I say. So you take my nipple into your mouth and use your fingers to gently pull the other nipple. The heat builds in my pussy and I think I could come from this alone. I moan again, my hands moving to your back to pull you over me. I want your weight. I want your pelvis over mine. I want to grind into you.
"No, baby. Not yet." You lift yourself up and look at me.
"I also want to kiss you other places," you say, and move down my body towards the end of the bed.
"Open your legs, please," you say, "Nice and wide," and I am already doing it, eager for what I know is coming next. But you're in no hurry. You bring your face close to my thigh. You look up at me, and smile.
You whisper, "I promise, I'll make you feel so fucking good."
You breathe in, deeply, and I know you are smelling me, smelling my wetness, feeling the warmth of me as I watch you. The anticipation pulses through me. I can feel the hair on my arm stand up. My body is awake, alive, ready.
You open your mouth and bring your tongue to my lips, pressing a little so they open, and you taste me, lay the flat of your tongue along the length of my pussy, and then begin to lick. You lick me and suddenly I am on fire. Your tongue touches my swollen clit and I tremble, twitching and arching my back. I can hear you laugh, low and quiet this time, and you lick me again, all the way from my entrance to my clit. I have never felt like this before, as though every nerve ending was lit up and extending from my body into the air around me, sensing the temperature of the room and the hum of the light next to the bed and the crispness of the sheets under us.
You lift my legs onto your shoulders. You suck my lips into your mouth. You lick and massage my folds. You suck my clit. You lick me and lick me and I moan and move and arch. My head rolls back and I can feel it begin, deep in my pelvis, a tingle and a pressure. My chin dips and lifts. My eyes are closed and inside I can feel myself reaching for the feeling, leaning in the direction of the wave of pleasure that is coming to knock me off my feet. You hum a little as you lick, and I can feel myself tighten inside. My hips lift off the bed and my hands reach for your head, pulling your hair, pulling your face into me.
"Come for me," you say, and I want nothing more than to do what you ask.
"Come for me," you say. "Come, baby."
You lick and lick and suddenly the wave hits me and I come, hard, moaning and then keening, crying out as you keep eating my pussy as though you have been starving for days. I come, squeezing your head between my thighs. I come, hands grasping for the sheets beneath me as though I am falling backwards and I need to catch myself before I disappear.
When it is over and you raise your head from between my thighs, you smile. You laugh that low laugh again and slowly wipe your beard with your hand.
"You made me messy," you say.
I need to lie there for a minute, breathing, and you lie down beside me. I can see your cock, rock hard and standing straight up, and your hand gripping your shaft. I want that cock in my mouth. I raise myself up and get off the bed.
"Stand up," I tell you. You look at me with eyebrows raised, and I tell you again.
"Stand up. Please."
You don't move for a second, still watching me, and then I kneel. I kneel and open my mouth, tongue out.
