There was a split second of illumination in the bedroom revealing a small television on a stand at the foot of the queen-sized bed, two small side tables on either side and a small pile of male and female clothes strewn across the floor, attesting to the earlier interactions of the two lightly covered figures in the bed, followed by an end-of-the-world crack of intense thunder that roared and bounced off the walls of the tiny hotel room, causing one of the figures to suddenly scream violently and throw back the covers as she snapped up, her hair over her face and breasts and look around in confusion and terror as she struggled to recognise her surroundings.
"What the fuck! What is it? What..." shouted the other figure, who had of course been woken by the hysterical reaction of the woman and sat up suddenly, grabbing her with one hand in worry.
There was another sudden flash of light and he briefly saw the frightened look in her face before another insensitive crack made her scream again and he felt her body leap impossibly into the air from a sitting position and he threw his arms around her protectively, as if to deny the God of Thunder and Lightning its coveted prize.
As he held her in his arms, he felt her heartbeat fluttering insanely like a sparrow heart in his hand. He pulled her to him and shushed her gently, petting her head, stroking her hair and whispering in her ear.
"It's alright, it's just a storm. It's okay, I'm here. Shush. It's alright" he repeated quietly, to placate her. She clung to him, her head in his chest, her hot breath issuing fast against him.
"I'm sorry," she eventually said looking up at him and smiling, "Jesus, that scared the living hell out of me." She reached up and kissed him softly, moving her arms around his waist and pressing her naked body against his. He felt her warmth soaking into him and her breasts were soft and sensuous on his skin. He felt the familiar heat in his loins as he started to harden and returned her kiss with interest. Now his heart was starting to quicken and they fell back together, lips locked and hands exploring for anything they may have missed last time. Her hand moved down the bisection of his torso scratching her nails over his tender skin as she went until finally wrapping her fingers around his erection, slowly starting to stroke him up and down. He ran his hand over her shoulders and down the curve of her back, luxuriating in her pampered and delicate skin, stroking the concave of her lower back before finally clasping a soft buttock and squeezing rhythmically in time to her own caress.
He strayed across her hip and, as she moved her leg open and up onto his leg, tenderly stroked the soft lips of her feminine core, feeling her moisten and open to him. Their breath was heavy in each other's mouths as she pulled him by his root towards her, needing him inside her. She felt the end brush against her and moaned in expectance; he pushed his hip forward slightly and felt her parting as he entered her slightly. He rocked his hips a couple of times, feeling her wetness spread and wanting to push himself all the way in with one thrust. He restrained himself as he pulled back and lifted himself up over her, she opened herself up to him in complete surrender and he looked at her for a moment; this beautiful woman in the passion of lust and desire, wanting him desperately, as much as he wanted her at that moment.
Her arms and legs moved in accord and wrapped around him in an attempt to pull him into her. Her arms went around his neck and she reached up to kiss him and thrust her tongue like a dueling sword repeatedly into his mouth, in an oral battle of sensuosity. Her legs were locked in the small of his back, by the ankles and as her hips came up to greet him, he pushed forward and down in one smooth motion, his whole length sliding easily into her to the hilt. They both moaned in rapture at finally connecting and as he started to move in and out of her, their breathing became ragged and husky.
Their hips slapped against each other as they moved in unison, as if they had become one. He grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head, fingers locked together as his whole body pressed down on top of hers. She felt impaled over and over again by him and his hipbone was hitting her sensitive spot every time he dove into her.
"I'm almost there," he whispered breathlessly into her ear. "Come with me," he begged.
"I'm so close," she cried. "Just a bit more, faster, faster," she begged back.
His hips thrust into her over and over and he felt his own excitement almost reach its peak. He bit her neck, trying not to be too hard on her as he tried in desperation to push her over the edge. He finally felt her body start to stiffen and tense and her breath was held for painstaking seconds before she let out a rapturous cry of release and her body jerked and clenched. Her muscles deep inside squeezed him like a little hand and he finally let himself go and cried out with her as he spurted his essence repeatedly into her, twitching spasmodically. She cried in excitement with him as he came in her and pulled him to her like a python, the heat of their bodies rising and smelling the sweet scent of sweat and sex. He fell against her in release and lay on top of her for a few seconds before rolling off to the side and they wrapped their arms around each other in passion-spent ecstasy.
They held each other tightly in the center of the bed; every inch of her body was touching him, from the crown of her head to her toes. She loved this feeling of warmth and security in his embrace and felt herself drifting off. He was trying to fight the waves of sleep, knowing the age-old cliché of rolling over and falling asleep, but the exertions of their passion had taken its toll and they both passed into the dream world, happy and spent.
I sat back and reread what I had just written, feeling more than a little aroused. Man, if only sex was that easy, I thought to myself. I remembered how much work it took to attain the one single simultaneous orgasm with a girlfriend I had ever achieved. Of course it was worth it though, but you had to be very focused about it. Timing was everything. I saved my work and closed Word, knowing that my boss could walk in on me any second. That would be a fun conversation, trying to explain why I'm writing pornography during work hours. I knew some of the other guys in the office had been extremely pissed off when the company had installed the new Internet tracker system that kept track of where everyone went online. That was the end of bobbysballers.com and the rest of them. Writing your own erotica out of sheer boredom was a pretty sad state of affairs; I had to admit to myself.
I decided to risk a phone call and dialed my girlfriend's work number. I heard her answer the phone in her usual professional delivery and started to breath heavily into the handset.
"What are you wearing?" I whispered huskily and I heard her gasp in surprise.
"Robin, you naughty boy, what are you doing?" she answered in a low tone, wondering if anyone could hear her.
"I just wanted to know what you're wearing, honey," I explained, "did you forget to wear any panties, like I keep asking you to?"
"Sweetie, we can't do this now. You know I can't be on the phone for long and people can probably hear my conversations," was her admonishment. "Are you coming to get me at five?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
