"The door is unlocked. Just come in, don't say a word. You owe me something."
Seriously, few things turn me on more than being given instructions. And the tone of his voice as he said these words had my pussy weeping with anticipation.
I park my car in the space beside his at the motel. I'm nervous, my stomach tense with anticipation. Standing before the door, knowing he was on the other side, hand reaching for the door, hesitating, then pushing it open. Knees trembling, I walk inside.
He's sitting in the chair, TV on, smoking. As soon as I walk in, he's on his feet and in front of me. I start to talk (shame on me), impossible to keep quiet when I am so nervous. He responds, I'm not sure at all what we said, though I do believe I said hi to him at some point.
His hands touch me, pulling me to him, wrapping his arms around me, lips meeting mine. My nervousness melts away with my first taste of him. The gentle yet passionate touch of his lips and hands. My hands roaming over his back, body pressing tightly to his.
We begin to undress each other. I have to feel his skin, taste him. My hands roaming over his back and shoulders, pushing his shirt up over his head. Fingers trailing down his chest to his stomach. Looking him in the eyes as I unbutton his fly. His breath catching as I find him with my hand.
I step back and watch as he finishes undressing. I pull my spaghetti strap tank top over my head and offer my breasts to him. It isn't long before we are laying together across the bed, me still half dressed and both of us aching for that last item of clothing to disappear. Somehow we are standing again, I honestly don't know how it happens, my mind full of him, his scent, his taste, the feel of his skin. He pushes my skirt down over my hips, letting it fall to the floor, murmuring his appreciation as he realizes I am wearing nothing underneath.
Pulling me to him, he runs his hands over me. He's very much in command, playing my body like an instrument, sliding his hands over my skin and drawing sighs from my lips.
I turn with him, pressing his legs back against the bed, making him sit back while I fall to my knees. Looking up at him, kissing my way up his inner thighs, teasing my way around his cock and balls. His hands fall to the back of my head, his whispers and moans making me quiver. He gasps as I lick his balls, lightly sucking them into my mouth one at a time, rolling my tongue over each of them and making him shudder. I run my tongue up his cock, lathing every inch, tracing every vein. Slowly sucking the head into my mouth and running my tongue around him. He allows this for a short time and then gently pushes me back, standing over me and pulling me to my feet. He kisses me, down my neck, chest, all the while turning me to the bed and pressing me back. He lays down with me, making me sigh as our bodies connect. Our bodies moving together like we've been with each other for years rather than months, seeming to know instinctively what the other needs. Sighs, moans, demands.
He positions me to receive him. Looking into my eyes and sliding in, taking his time, letting me grow accustomed to his size again. He fits perfectly, filling me like no other has. Making me moan in pleasure. He starts to move, slowly at first, then suddenly pounding into me. My orgasm was nearly instant. My body convulses around him, pulling him deeper. He doesn't stop, continuing to take what he wants, all the while giving me so much more. Placing my body in a new position, renewing the pleasure for both of us. Sending me over the top yet again.