I had known B through a mutual friend at the bar. The first time I met here, I had overheard her saying that her pussy feels like home. This is a sentence that will grab a man's attention. We fooled around, only fucked once, and then grew apart because of reasons. I had gotten into a relationship which was fantastic, but sexless because of other reasons. Well, the other reasons were medication that she was on, but not all passion is sexual. So we continue, because it's great and it works.
But the itch. The itch needed scratched.
B and me got back in touch, and started flirting through facebook, and after several drinks and deeper conversations, we decided to get a room and hook up. It was what I needed, and something for her too.
We met up at a Melting Pot. (Her idea.) During the dinner there was good conversation, along with lots of eye contact. We both knew where this was heading. The hotel room was right across the street. At one point, B took a strawberry, and holding deep eye contact with me, licked the chocolate off the end. Then she took it deeper into her mouth. Then bit down. The way she licked her lips at the end drove me crazy. I mean, absolutely insane. I asked for the check.
We didn't even make it back to the room before it began. The elevator to the fifteenth floor was the first time we were together, in private, all night long. I grabbed her and kissed her. Hard. Her mouth slid open immediately, accepting my tongue.
5 years without my tongue in a woman's mouth. It searched and prodded, and B gave back as well as she got. Her hands reached down my back and gripped my ass firmly, pulling my cock into her, the fabric of my pants and her leggings creating heavy friction. I could feel her warmth, feel my rigid cock sliding against her, just millimeters of fabric between the two of us.
It felt so fucking good I punched the elevator wall. B made a little whimper and pulled me closer, her tits pressing against my button down shirt as I went to work on her neck, working my way up to her ear. I bit down on the lobe and she shivered. I licked the inside and blew softly on it.
"..gonna make you fucking shake..." I whispered as she bent her leg up to my waist, allowing me to feel even more of her warmth against my dick. She sighed. My left hand pulled harder on her hair as she tilted her head back, allowing me to explore more of her neck and the line of cute moles that led down to her still clothed breasts.
The elevator dinged and we broke our embrace, both smiling and brushing our clothes into some semblance of order for the walk to the elevator down the hall to the room.
Tension hung between us as we walked down the hall. She took my hand in hers, and used the room key to open the door.
When we got into the room, I threw my keys onto the table with a loud clang. She set down her purse. It was a nice room. I wasn't planning on using more than the bed and the shower, but it was nice enough. I turned my back to B as I walked through the room, drawing the blackout blinds and turning down the lights, all but the one on the nightstand. I wanted to see her, wanted to watch her face, wanted to see the sheen of sweat, all of it. I wanted it all.
B walked behind me and started to kiss the back of my neck, wrapping her hands around my waist and gliding them down effortlessly over the bulge in my pants. "There. Right there." she half whispered, half moaned as she gave my dick a squeeze. "Fuck, that's what I want".
I spun around, pulled her close and attacked. I couldn't take it anymore. It had been 5 years. I had to feel that closeness with someone, that connection.
I had to fuck.
We made out heavily in the middle of the room, both clothed, my hands cupping her face and trying to drink in every single moment of the experience. She lightly bit my lower lip. I pulled back and she laughed. We touched foreheads. "We're gonna fuck hard." I said.
"Yeah, we are."
"I want this to be such a good experience for you."
"It will."
She pushed me back onto the bed and slid out of her shirt. She kneeled between my legs, tits barely contained by a dark blue bra. I touched her hair gently, then pulled it. "Fuck." she whimpered, running her hands over my bulge, working the buttons one at a time. The she reached in and pulled me out. I signed with the feeling of both the cool air and her hand starting to glide up and down.
"You're thicker. Thicker than before."
"I didn't get a new one or anything, they're not interchangeable."
B rubbed my cock against the side of her face wantonly before taking me in her mouth. I grabbed the sheets and stifled a cry of pleasure. The first pure, real sexual pleasure in too long. Her hands left my cock and traced their way up my chest, leaning down low and taking me to the base. We continued. God, she sucked a good cock. Like no one else. B had a great technique too, with a lot of spit lubing up my thickness. At one point, she broke off, and a trail of saliva and pre-come connected us for a brief moment that etched itself into my mind. She looked right at me. Eye contact, hands working the buttons on my shirt feeling my chest as she took me deeper, gagging the tiniest little bit. All I could do was bite my lip and enjoy it, running my fingers through her hair and pulling her in the direction that felt best. Then I noticed that while one hand was on me and my chest and my cock, her other hand was running up and down her slit, the leggings noticeably wet beneath her touch.
I stood her up and peeled them off. No panties. Just the most gorgeous pussy I've ever seen. Beautifully asymetrical, proud little clitty sticking out at the top, and a small landing strip. I took B and turned her over on the bed. We started to pleasure each other with our mouths. She kept sucking my cock like a goddess, so I knew I had to keep pace.
