Rugby and I decided to take a trip to New York City. It was a wonderful trip, with lots of fun times and the inclusion of a particular nerdy bar. It was honestly the best time I've ever had in NYC, and I'm sure it was because I was there with someone who wanted me with them. Since it was the first time that he and I had gone away together, I was a little bit nervous, but we were only there one night so not much could go wrong. And it didn't. At all.
We were at the bar until about 3:30 in the morning, and then made our way out into the pouring rain to get back to our hotel (in Manhattan) from the bar (in Brooklyn). It was quite a feat. One of my old friends from high school was out with us (a woman I've had a horrible crush on for years), and it was so much fun. It was sad to leave her a the subway station when we got back to the place where the hotel was. It could have ended up being a really interesting night. But that's another post.
By the time we got into the hotel and into the elevator, Rugby and I could hardly keep our hands off of each other. I was wearing a teeny little dress that was short enough to give easy access to anyone who might want it. I know he had been staring at me the whole time we were at the bar, but was unable to give into the things he was thinking of doing to me. He came at me in the elevator and kissed me with a release that had obviously been building up. His mouth enveloped mine, and he pulled me closer to him with anything he could latch on to. I lost my breath and gasped for air during the few moments our lips parted, but I had never felt so desired. He grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled my head back. I felt his tongue dance around the skin on my neck and I wanted him right there. I felt his hand move down my stomach and up under my dress. He found my lips and delighted in the fact that they were already soaking wet.
"Someone's been thinking about this for a long time..."
"You know I have. I can't wait to use that dick."
His fingers are the perfect length for finding my spot. He rubbed his fingers in small circles and continued to pull my hair. The elevator doors ding'd open, but he didn't stop. My breath caught in my chest a little as I pictured someone standing in the elevator plaza on our floor, but we exited into an empty hallway. He didn't stop touching me the entire walk back to our room. We stumbled along the hallway, trying to coordinate our feet while he kept fingering me. He didn't stop when we got to the room, and I distractedly fumbled the key into the lock and finally opened the door.
I walked into the room in front of him and turned around when I reached the bed. I was facing him, and he was taking off outfit accessories, but never once broke eye contact with me. He came to me and pulled my head toward him with his hand on the back of my neck. As he kissed me, I felt him scratching my neck lightly and his fingers searching for the halter straps of my dress. I felt the knot untie and the fabric fall from my neck, shoulders, and chest.
He was more gentle now. His fingers gently lifted my face so he could survey which bit of my neck he was going to start on. I felt his lips hit my skin, warm and precise. He made his way down to my chest and then down my stomach. As he lowered himself in front of me, he finished pulling my dress off of my body. I heard the soft fabric hit the floor and he lowered me to a sit on the bed. He scooted my hips to the edge and pushed me gently so I was leaning back on my forearms. He lifted my thighs up and half-smiled at me. The kind of smile that's mischievous and enticing. I bit my lip and watched the lower half of his face disappear into the space between my legs.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back when I felt his breath on me. I was so ready for him, and inhaled sharply when he finally stroked me with his tongue. There was no teasing this time. He had a goal, and wasn't going to stop until he reached it. I felt his tongue move seamlessly from my lips to my clit and everywhere in between. He would work on my clit until I came and then would let me come back down with long strokes on my lips or kisses on the inside of my thigh.
"I think you're probably ready now..."
"For what? What are you planning?"
"Don't ask questions. Get up."
I was less than excited to have the wonderful sensations stop, but curious about where we were going. He lead me to the desk in the hotel room and patted the surface so I would sit on the edge.
"The beauty of this is that we don't have to worry about making a mess." He winked at me in a playful way that made me smile and turned me on even more than I already was. Again, he gently pushed me back to leaning on my forearms. Then he put his fingers inside me and I felt them curve up to hit my g-spot. He put his other hand on the top of my pelvis and pushed down slightly. I felt his fingers working inside me, and could tell I was getting wetter and more ready for him. He paused for a moment and stood with his head directly over my pussy. My heart started to race when I knew what was coming, and I lay all the way down when I saw him let a little bit of spit drip down onto his hand. He always adds his own lubrication with this goal, and it's one of the reasons I know what was about to happen.
He started slowly, working my juices and his spit together until the wetness was almost unbearable. I could hear the familiar squishing noise of his fingers working my spot and knew the pressure was going to be building up soon. He pushed harder on my pelvis to bring my spot closer to his fingers. I could feel the familiar sensations start to build up inside me, and my breathing got shallower and more rapid.
"That's my good girl. You know you want to squirt for me."
"I do. Please don't stop..."
I felt the first wave hit me and felt him pull his fingers out to let the pressure release. He moved his fingers up to my clit while I came, and I could hear the liquid hit the floor beneath me. Now, usually, this is where my squirting ends with him. He had other plans. He put his fingers back in and started where he left off. I almost couldn't contain it. I started writhing on the desk as the orgasm built up again. When I came, the cycle started all over again.
