Fleeting Light

Her tears felt warm against his chest as they soaked through his black t-shirt. They stood there in a protracted, overdue embrace. How long he dreamed of this moment, simply holding her and soaking in her warmth. His eyes closed and focused on the tickle of her breath as she exhaled into him. They just stood there, out in the parking lot along the interstate. Trucks roared by, weary travelers pulled into the hotel lot as the two of them stood in the hot afternoon sun.

No matter how warm the temperature was, she always felt warmer. Not an uncomfortable heat, in fact, far from it. There was no warmth like hers. He could not place his finger on why. He had held others. Some of those others held him tighter than she did, yet they did not bring such immediate warm feelings of belonging and calm. This moment, in the hotel parking lot in the middle of summer, halfway between his place and hers will be home for his heart. Forever.

He tried to put that away into a deep recess of his mind. He wanted to be present for her in the moment. He tried to focus on her. He pulled her tighter, his arms firm around her. He felt her tension melt away, he felt her breath against him with a broken sigh, muted sobs breaking her exhale into heaving three parts. He looked down into her curls and kissed the top of her head. It was reassuring that the moment's gravity was just as important to her as it was to him.

He gently pushed her back, lifted his hand to her chin, and lifted her wet eyes to his gaze. He smiled, which forced a return smile to her visage. He moved in to kiss her. Softly at first, barely touching her sweet full lips. Her warmth returned to his heart through the tingles of her kiss as he consumed her. He teased his tongue forward exploring her warmth. Her reciprocation was reaffirming and exciting.

The tenderness morphed into the escaping of a long restrained lust, escalating exponentially with every second his lips remained attached to hers. His hand clutched her curls at the back of her head as he pressed forward. Her arms wrapped tight around his neck pulling him down hard against her. He knew that she could feel the urgency of his want pulsing through his jeans. He knew because of the way that she pressed her midsection into his growing and hardening reach for what he desired most... her. His other hand could not help but reach down and grip her ass through the thin material of her short green floral summer dress to press her even tighter to him.

He didn't want to pull away. However, it was summertime and the parking lot was not the most suitable spot to enjoy her company. Though somehow, she managed to make even the most hellish landscape heaven. Suddenly conscious of his surroundings, yet far from embarrassed, he quietly stepped back, took her hand into his left hand, and reached down for her luggage with his right hand. They slowly walked hand in hand into the lobby of the no-frills two-star hotel. He smirked as he found an excuse to look back at his truck. This provided cover for the fact that he was watching her ass bounce in her dress as they walked.

Checking in to cheap hotels always seems to take forever. What are all those keys on the keyboard that every front desk attendant appears to have difficulty finding? It didn't take long to get their room signed for and key cards handed over... but it always seemed to take forever when he was with her. He always seemed to be looking forward to what's next. What excitement is just over the horizon? What will they think of next? What will she say? How will she react?

And as always, her answer was immediate once the hotel elevator doors closed. She grinned, stepped in front of him, leaned in, kissed him, and grabbed a fist full of his cock through his jeans. He groaned through her kiss and shivered as she ran her hand over the denim that covered his erection. She knew the tricks that made his knees almost buckle, such as dragging her manicured nails over the outline of his erection in his jeans. He wrapped an arm around her neck and held on while she tortured him with that smile on her face. She knew she was driving him mad. Closing his eyes and sensing for the horizon of paradise, he envisioned the moment he would find communion with her warmth, almost feeling her wash over him in that familiar bliss. A bliss of her spirit paired with the ecstasy of her physical perfection.

The elevator pinged and lurched to a halt, after a protracted pause the doors of the poorly maintained elevator slowly creaked and popped open. They stepped out into the dark and musty hallway. He found it hard to concentrate... and hard to walk. She giggled as he struggled to find his bearings and understand where their room was located. He could not focus on the numbers on the walls and doors, his mind was already buried deep inside of her paradise.

Thankfully, she found the door to their room. He fumbled with the key card lock, finally finding the right combination of fluidness required to get the flashing green LED light and audible release of the door's lock. He flung the door open, banging the handle against the rubber stop on the wall, and pulled her into the warm, dark, stale room. He tossed his backpack and her luggage onto the fake leather loveseat that lined the wall and fell onto the bed pulling her with him. She almost leaped up onto him as his momentum carried her. She straddled him with her knees pulled up along his sides, sitting her ass down onto the turgid ridge that pushed into his jeans pocket. She wrapped her arms underneath his back, resting her head upon his chest, her ear against his heart. He could feel a damp warmth soaking into his now throbbing cock. She sighed, as they lay quiet and still: her dampness slowly soaking onto him through his jeans.

She was still and held him quite tight. He immensely enjoyed the way she held on to him. Many times he dreamed of this moment. He always had dirty fantasies of her, but how she simply held him was the most important thing that would cut the deepest memory. As much as he wanted every inch of her body, he wanted her comfort more. So he lay there, his embrace just as tight as hers as they basked in the dark and quiet.

Slowly she began to stir. At first, he thought he might have imagined her movement. Her hips rocked ever so slightly forward and then slowly rocked back to their starting position. The pressure and warmth on his denim-covered cock made the movement detectable. She continued to oscillate, pressing his erection between them, leaving more and more dampness that instantly cooled in the open air until she returned and ground even harder into him. He could not help but press up, wanting to feel her weight against his cock, he softly growled into the darkness.

His audible acknowledgment of her hip movement seemed to motivate her further, as she pushed herself up and over him, resting on her hands. Her new position allowed her to press down even harder onto his lap. His cock leaped in response, sending a shiver that visibly ran up her hips, and her sides, and ended in a quivered soft moan that exhaled softly from her hips, an exhale of tension and pent-up need. Her eyes were now wide open, staring into him with a look of enlightened desire, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her front teeth digging into her bottom lip that still allowed just enough of a gap for a soft exhaled moan.

He could feel the dampness from inside his jeans. She was no longer the only one seeping in passion. He could smell their yearning as she rocked harder and harder, wafting their intentions to his nose, sending his heart racing and his mouth watering. He ran his hands down the back of her legs to her heels, then back up her calves, and the bottom of her thighs until he reached under her dress to her ass. His hands pushed and pulled her buttocks together and apart to the rhythm of her rocking hips. Using the fingertips of his right hand, he caught her thong and pulled. The thin cotton gusset pressed ever deeper into her dampness. He watched her eyes water in pure lust as he pulled the tension of her thong tighter to create irresistible friction.

She growled and purred until a loud moan broke her lips open. Sitting up, she crossed her arms and grasped at her dress, abruptly pulling it over her head. She never wore a bra under her sundresses, so suddenly his eyes widened at the sight of her supple large breasts and perfect nipples swinging so tantalizing close to his watering mouth. They remained just out of his reach. He watched mesmerized as her nipples stiffened in the open air beckoning him to nibble and tease, however, his hands were full and her weight pinned him down making him incapable of acting upon the urges that thoughtlessly surfaced in his lust-driven mind. But perhaps...

Abruptly, he used his grip on her ass to tilt her hips off of him, torquing her away to fall onto the bed diagonally. He quickly rolled on top of her, keeping his grip on her hips and thong until she came to rest on her back. He watched her curls fan out across the bed, her eyes wide, her breasts creating soft waves of motion as they lay on top of her chest. He rested his knee between her thighs and pressed hard against the warm dampness of the gusset of her thong. He slowly leaned forward propping himself on one arm and slowly tongued the outline of her left nipple before sucking it in its entirety into his mouth. He could feel her blood flood into her nipple to stiffen the resistance against his pressing teeth. Her loud moan in response excited him. He was finding it harder and harder to resist his urges. Her response was to stare at him with wanting eyes, and a softly spoken "yes, yes, yesssss" between gasps and moans made it clear that she was ceding permission to take as he wished. And he would take...

His free hand slowly dragged up her ribs, touching her soft skin delicately. He stopped momentarily to tease her right nipple, pinching slightly and pulling to stand it up in erect defiance to the darkness, catching the bit of sunlight that peaked around the closed gaudy blackout curtains covering the dingy window that provided a view of the interstate that roared just outside. He admired the way all of her was responsive to his touch. His hand slid to her neck grasping just firm enough to bring her eyes upon his as he bent over and kissed her hard. His thumb was pressed against her jaw just below her ear, his fingers tight around her neck. He was not choking her, but he could feel her excitement flush with his grip as his knee between her thighs became warmer and wetter with her enthusiasm. They kissed in the dark. She exhaled loudly, gasping in moans as he pressed his knee with increasing pressure against her dampness. She again gyrated her hips, creating a wet spot against the denim between her thong and his knee. She was not only soaking through her panties, she was soaking through his jeans. Lust took over; a beautiful, bright, hot lust in the dark, dank cheap hotel room.

Her teeth held onto his bottom lip as he slowly pulled away from their kiss. She gave a small whine in complaint as he moved away, though he made it clear with his sneer of primitive need that he was not done with her gorgeous body. He sat on his heels, grasped at the waistband of her thong resting on her hips, and pulled them downward, enjoying the way they stuck and resisted before peeling away from her wetness. He struggled to get them free from under her ass. He pulled impatiently, stretching the cotton material several times larger than the garment's resting form. She started to tell him to wait and let her adjust, but before she could make the words come forward from her lips, she felt a pop as the cotton gave way with a ripping noise. The shock of the force of his pull managed to shake her right foot slightly free from her wedge-heeled sandals, yet the leather straps kept both shoes attached to her feet.

He held her ripped thong over his head, his triumph and trophy for waiting so long for her. He pulled the wet torn thong to his nose and breathed her in with a long inhale and growled loudly and deeply. She started to giggle quietly, but she also noted the look in his eyes... primal energy that she loved to elicit from him. He reached his left hand back to her neck, reclaiming his firm grip around her throat. With his right hand, he shoved the tattered thong into her mouth. She shuttered in excitement, gagging as the cotton filled her mouth and the taste of the essence of her longing filled her mouth. He backed to the edge of the bed and stood up while dragging his hand down her chest, across her tummy, over the soft tuft of her damp pubic hair, and then down her thigh and leg until he caught his grip around the ankle of her right foot. Her sandal flopped free from the sole of her foot, holding on by the leather strap as he jerked her whole body across the bed until her ass was at the edge. He knelt on his knees, gripped the back of her thighs, and pushed her legs back. Her wedges dangling precariously in the air by their straps.

He breathed her in again, the ambrosia of her desire making his heart pound. He kissed the inside of her right thigh, bringing his tongue forward to caress her flesh, then slowly and gently using his teeth to allow some of his animalistic craving to come forward. She shuddered, her shoe dangling amplifying her trembles. He continued his journey, following his nose to her warmth and pleasure. He found the honey of her need, his tongue lapping her drooling ecstasy in long strokes, going deep to taste before slowly retracting to tease her already swollen clit with just the slightest touch of his tongue.

He relished in listening to her muffled cries of delight, as he held her thigh tight in his grip so that her reflexive response to his attack would not allow her to squirm away. Her hands slammed down onto the mattress, he could feel her grip the sheets and pull as her hips bucked against his tongue. Long sustained moans echoed through the dark room. He felt her flood of pleasure hot against his face, he loved the way that her trembles tasted, he relished the aroma of her almost wailing moans. Her increasingly frantic dance with bliss only urged him to devour her more. Her breath came in frenetic vocal gasps, moans slowly grinding into guttural noises that slowly died as her breath escaped into the darkness and left nothing but the balance upon the edge of the total loss of control.

He pressed forward. There was no way that he would let up, he wanted her melted before him and submissive to the lust he shared with her. He exhaled gently on her clit, licking up her folds until his tongue was buried deep within her, and then inhaling her clit, suckling and teasing with his tongue. He let his right hand go from her thigh, her leg crashing down on the meat of his shoulders. Her shoe finally lost the battle to hold on, it tumbled down his back and landed with a loud thunk on the floor. His left hand pressed outward and back on her right thigh, opening her to him, his right-hand fingers teased the entrance to her warmth, his tongue working faster and faster on her clit. She remained silent save for sudden gasps for air through her panty-gagged mouth.

Choked "guhs" of fraught stimulation escaped through the cotton of her gag. His right hand fingers were slick with her excitement. He inserted his index and middle fingers deep inside her beckoning, convulsing pussy. He felt the heat of her need grasp his fingers as he turned them upward and pressed them inside of her just above the spot where his tongue danced on her clit. She writhed to get away, but his left hand held her strong and open, his right-hand grip did not falter as his fingers pressed against the swelling texture that proved he had the correct spot within his control. He suckled her pleasure, slurping her essence as if he may never feast again.

Her silence was breathless trembles that only amplified in propagation. Her toes curled, forcing the other shoe to drop onto the bed, and her legs began to quake. He held her tighter, pressed his fingers toward his mouth, and pressed his tongue harder against her now very swollen clit. The tremors suddenly ceased, as did her struggle for breath. She lay for just a moment silent, her hips pressed to his mouth, following the pressure of his fingers, her right leg wide open, her toes curled tight as she helplessly clutched to reality. Her hands released the grip of the sheets only to clutch his hair and the back of his head. Try as she might, she could not breathe. She could take no more. Yet he did not relent.

He felt her tighten her grip around his fingers as he pressed hard into her. He felt her hands pull at his hair with a frantic last-ditch effort to shore against the crashing wave of euphoria. The room was silent except for the deep hum and rattle of the old, rickety air conditioner. The silence hung for an eternal moment until suddenly she gasped sharply in a gagged hiss, her hips bucked violently, her hands pulling his head back as she let go. Her ecstasy sprang forth in gushed enthusiasm, soaking his t-shirt. She convulsed as the sparks in the darkness gave way to waves of hot pleasure. Her gasp was followed by exuberant muffled screams that slowly morphed into soft "mucks" as she struggled to regain control of reality and annunciate through her gag. The convulsions slowly ebbed to tremors and hard-fought breaths. She lay before him dripping. He sat on his heels, tasting her, smelling her pleasure, his desire pulsing in the restriction of waiting. For the moment he took in the sight, of her gorgeous naked trembling body, of her eyes tightly closed as pleasure wracked her incredible form, of her thong filling her mouth, of her long legs splayed and writhing before him. He wanted more of her.

He stood up, slightly swooning from lightheadedness created by the excitement filling his senses. He fumbled with his belt buckle, unzipped his jeans, and stepped out of their denim constraint with a cumbersome half-step to each side. He struggled to pull the jeans over his feet, resulting in the legs of his jeans binding on his socks, he pulled with a hasty frustration that flung his socks in unknown directions as he was finally set free. He quickly pulled his boxers briefs down, his cock springing into the open air and flinging his eagerness onto the bed and her legs. She gave a muffled giggle through her lingering trembles.

He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her ass back to the edge of the bed. Again he rocked her legs back and apart. His cock throbbed for a moment just above the paradise of her swollen and excited pussy. He marveled at her perfection: her deviously gagged mouth of her incredible visage, the way her natural breasts fell across her chest, the perfection of her slight feminine pooched tummy and wide hips, and those long legs running all the way back to him. He stood throbbing, his cock leaping with every pound of his heart, his enthusiasm for her dripping onto her swollen clit and tummy.

He released a satisfied "mmmm" then backed his hips up slightly and aligned his weapon to her waiting embrace. He pushed firmly as her tight wet warmth began to welcome him into paradise. He could feel her tense and quiver as every inch of his want slowly began to sink into her. She felt so warm, so tight, so perfect. He watched his cock disappear inch by inch until all of him was buried as deep as his strength and gravity would allow. His hips dug into the back of her thighs as he pushed at the tip of his toes and leaned over the bed. He slid his hands down her legs and propped his hands next to her hips as he moved over her. Her legs hung in the crooks of his elbows, slightly splayed with her feet pointed at the wall.

She felt so fucking good around him. He would not last long. Yet, he wanted to take her hard. Now. Immediately. Her trembles of pleasure traversed deep into him, almost spurring him on to slam a few reckless pumps and let go. But he wanted to prolong this heaven, so he dared to all but move. He simply held her incredible legs in his arms and watched her tighten and release around his cock squeezing out a stream of the nectar of ecstasy, her breasts shook in the dim light, her hard nipples with their contracted wrinkled areolas a dark shadow of beauty in their representation of the heightened moment. He began an almost imperceptively small movement, his thickness throbbing to the drumming in his ears, his heart working hard to keep up with the sensations and feelings her complete beauty brought forth. She resisted his movement, her pussy grasping his length with a grip that teased the idea of just staying put, buried deep within her.