"Okay. How bout we don't ask any questions tonight? How bout we just walk for a while?" He takes my hand and pulls me away from the railing. And we walk; a right here, a left there, a few blocks uptown, a few blocks across, not speaking, just walking, hand in hand, for what seems like hours.
As I'm about to step off a corner into the street, Christian pulls me back because of oncoming traffic and as he does, I look up and see it - that glowing Manhattan hotel, the one that Christian and I went to that first night. I look over at him, and he sees it too. He turns to me and our eyes lock and I know that he's about to spend another four hundred dollars just to feel me on his dick and hear me say his name. He smirks at me as he pulls me across the street, and I press my tits against his back again as we go through the door.
While I stand there waiting for him to get us a room, I am aware of how different this feels from the last time, but I can't exactly say how or why. He puts his arms around my waist as he guides me towards the elevator and once we're inside, he turns me towards him and presses me against the wall with a hand. He stares at me, first in my eyes, then my mouth, then my shoulders and chest, my stomach, my hips, then back up to my eyes. I blink slowly. He puts his hand in my hair and pulls me towards him and kisses me once while looking me in the eye. I breathe him in, reveling in the heat of his hand on my head, the soft pressure of his lips on mine, the strong pressure of his muscle up against my softer body.
The elevator opens but he stands there for just a second more looking me in the eye. Then he backs up, taking both of my hands in his, pulling me away from the wall and down the hallway to the room. He opens the door, guides me in, and leans himself against it as he closes it. I walk, not turning to face him, to the leather chair in the corner of the room where I sit down, lean back and run my fingers through my hair. He watches me, then speaks.
"Come here." His voice is husky with ideas of sex. I tilt my head and look at him.
"No," I say. "You come here." He considers this for a moment, then slowly pushes himself away from the door and across the room. By the time he's standing in front of me, I can see his dick pushing at his jeans. I stand up very close to him and turn him around by guiding him with my body until he's in front of the chair. I raise my right hand and push him down into it and he leans himself back and rests his arms on the sides. I glance out the window and smile; how amusing to think someone might be watching this. I leave the curtains open, my body lit up from behind by the light near the door and from the front by the glow of the city outside.
I take my hands and push my long hair behind my shoulders and out of my face. As I begin to unbutton my pants, Christian shifts slightly in the chair, settling deeper into it, breathing a little heavier. I unzip them and shift my hips until they fall to the floor, my black lace underwear showing off my hips and, from behind, my ass. I pinch at the edge of the bottom of my shirt and slowly I begin to lift. I see Christian shift in the chair again and I stop. His hands are gripping the arm rests but he's trying to look relaxed.
"You can touch me," I whisper.
"Not yet," he whispers back and I hear him exhale. I half smile in the half dark and continue lifting up my shirt until it comes up and over my head, my long hair messy around my face. I throw my shirt behind me and go to take my heels off.
"Leave them," he says, and I stop. I can see, even in the shadows, him looking at every square inch of my body. I must look very different to him now, still curvy in all the right places, but thinner, hints of a ribcage, my hipbones. Not thin, but more fit, more toned. He sits there, looking me up and down for what feels like forever. A year ago, I would have shifted uncomfortably at this, but now, after all I'd been through, I stand there, arms hanging at my sides, hands caressing the top of my thighs, my inner thighs, around my pussy, my ass and hips and stomach. I bring them up to my tits, still round and curvy, their fullness accentuated by the black lace bra holding them.
Again I push my hair back and I see Christian glance up at me, his lips slightly parted, his tongue sliding across his lips. He reaches one hand towards me and with one finger, he traces the right side of my body, from breast to ribs to waist to hip to thigh. I shiver at the sensation and I know he feels it. He pauses for a second before taking his finger and hooking it into my underwear at my cunt and pulling me gently forward. He brings his face forward and while his mouth and tongue start loving my stomach, his hands run themselves up my sides and behind my back to unhook my bra. He slowly pulls the straps down and away from me and once it's off, his tongue and lips and teeth are at my nipples, playing, pulling, teasing. My breath shallows; I put my fingers on his head, his short hair tickling my palms. He pulls me into him and for a moment, I think he's just breathing me in.
After a moment, he pulls away, sitting himself back in the chair. I get on my knees, staring into his eyes as I feel his cock through his pants, then unbutton and unzip them. He inhales deeply through his nose as I take his hard dick in my small, soft hand, slowly and softly moving it out of his pants. He watches me as I lick my lips and start to bend forward, glancing down to look at his throbbing dick and smiling for a second before looking back up at him, seeing the strain of the coming pleasure on his face. His eyes are on my eyes then on my tongue as I slide it out of my mouth and let the tip of it barely touch his head. From where one of my hands is placed, I can feel his stomach contract with the feeling, and I go forward again, running the width of my tongue along the whole length of his cock. He leans his head back and breaths audibly; I take his whole head in my mouth and suck for a moment, hearing the leather of the chair as his hands tighten on the arm rests again. I wrap my hand around the base and start moving him in and out of my mouth, my tongue running up and down the bottom with each movement. I pull him out and again run my tongue along the shaft, around the head, and back down. He grabs my hair and pulls himself back into me; I feel his dick hit the back of my throat and I dig my nails into the skin on his stomach with uncomfortable pleasure. He does it again and I dig in deeper. Once, twice, three times more and he sits back, releasing my hair, staring at the ceiling, trying to compose himself.
Fuck that, I think.
I pull at his pants, tugging til he lifts his ass off the chair. I follow up with his underwear, and after I'm done pulling them off his body, I run my tongue along his dick one more time before I tuck one of my knee's between his leg and the chair on the right side and then do the same on the left. He looks up at me, as if to tell me to wait a second, but I have not the patience. He's kept me waiting for a fucking year.
I kneel on top of him and watch him watch me as I shift my underwear to one side and slowly run my fingers along my wetness. Then I take his cock in my other hand and position his head just barely inside my cunt.
"Tell me what you want," I say hoarsely.
He stares at me, his breathing heavy and uneven. He looks almost confused.
"Tell me what you want," I say again, my sex-laced voice heavy and dark, yet barely audible.
"I want to feel you. I want to feel my dick in you."
I tilt my head and look at him quizzically. I say and do nothing.
"I want to feel your cunt on my dick. I want to feel you feeling me," he says, his hands grabbing my ass, squeezing my soft curves, then feeling them.
I bend forward and put my mouth not even a centimeter from his. I stare at his lips and make to move for them, then pull back as he moves forward. I look him in the eye. He stares at my mouth. I stare back down at his. He moves forward again, and again I pull away. He looks poised to come for me one more time when I move his cock inside me. The sensation of the wet and heat and tightness almost overtakes him and he pulls me down onto him until he's all the way inside me; I can tell that if I move just an inch he'll cum, so I sit very still, smiling my half smile in the dark. His eyes are closed, his big strong hands are firmly holding my hips down and his breathing is slowly becoming normal again. I lean forward very slowly and graze my lips against his neck. I do this a few times before using my lips, and then finally, my teeth. As I bite him, his fingers dig into my ass and he opens his eyes; with one hand still on my ass, he takes the other and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me forward. I put my hands on his chest and try to push him back, try to resist, but his strength is no match for me. He finally pushes his mouth to mine and what ensues is a violently pleasurable meeting of our mouths; biting, playing, soft then hard, long then short. He keeps his eyes on mine, moves his hands to my lower back, and slowly I start to move on top of him. His breathing changes, his kissing changes, all his thoughts moving to my cunt wrapped around his cock and trying not to cum.
I get all the way up on my knees, my tits in his face, his mouth on me, his hands on me; I move my own fingers to my clit and start to rub myself. He pulls back to watch and he starts moving faster and faster, his dick filling me up every time, my breathing becoming more shallow, my soft moans growing louder and louder with each slide of his dick.
"Cum. Cum baby, I want you to make yourself cum," he whispers. He wills me to look down at him, down at those soft brown eyes and watch him as I orgasm, and I do, my pussy pulsing with each wave, his dick feeling bigger and bigger inside me as my cunt contracts over and over again. He watches me until I'm done, then puts his hands under my ass and lifts me off the chair, slowly laying me down on the bed, his dick never leaving me. He grins at me as he starts fucking me, slowly at first, then harder and harder, his body slapping my body as his thrusts his whole cock into me. I feel my orgasm building again and I dig my nails into his ass.
"I love fucking you," he says. My mind pauses as he continues to fuck me, but I let myself go into the orgasm I'm about to have. His thrusting becomes more desperate and finally I feel him pour himself into me at the same time I cum. He kisses me, uneven, unfocused kisses, torn between the sensation in his dick and the pleasure of his mouth on my mouth. He slows his body little by little, eventually stopping as our lips and tongues continue to intertwine, all soft now, all gentle and slow. He pulls himself out of me and rolls himself over, lying next to me. Our breathing slows and I push myself on my side, kiss him, and head to the bathroom. By the time I get out, Christian is dressed and waiting on the bed. I pull my underwear on and start to get dressed as he starts to speak.
