Lydia panted as her back slammed against the door. She could feel the cold edges of the metal handle as it pressed against her bare skin. His hands were roughly pulling on the sheer fabric of her black backless dress.
Oh, I need this, I want this so badly
, Lydia thought. It had been so long since someone had truly wanted her. The sharp pain from the breakup had slowly begun to fade away—it had been weeks since the last time she had cried into her pillow. Every night now she woke up feeling herself, fantasizing about a naked body pressing against her own. So Lydia had decided it was time to try out one of those dating apps. What did she have to lose?
Lydia had not really expected the laughter with Marcus, the easy conversation, the way his eyes glittered in the candlelight as he clicked his wine glass against hers. She hadn't expected to be panting like she'd just run ten miles in the hot sun as he bunched the fabric of her dress around her waist, revealing the smooth black bra barely covering her breasts.
This is really happening,
she thought,
this is what I wanted, isn't it?
A stab of fear flashed across her heart. She ran her eyes up the curves of his strong chest, up the muscles of his neck, around his firm jaw, and into the depths of his eyes. He was looking at her with hunger, drinking in the view of her bare skin. But beneath the hot desire was a kind look, a look that showed he cared about her. When a gentle smile curved up his lips, she felt something relax inside her, and felt the stress draining away, replaced by a rush of warmth flooding up from between her legs all the way up to her throat.
Dropping her purse, she grabbed his head with both hands, pressing his lips into hers. They flowed against hers, his heat sending little electric shocks through her brain. Their lips slid across each other, up and down, at just the right speed. Slowly she began to run her tongue across his lips until he opened for her. They kissed frantically as she released his head and began to tug at his shirt.
Marcus started to undo his shirt, still trying to keep kissing, his hands fumbling at his buttons. He kept glancing down to see what he was doing. Lydia panted in frustration as his hands slipped off another button. He finally undid a second button.
Still six more to go
, thought Lydia,
I have waited too long for this already. I am not waiting a second more!
Shoving her hands between his buttons, she pulled, hard and fast. One of the buttons broke off, revealing just a glimpse of a hard stomach. She pulled again with all her strength, buttons flying out and clicking against the floor as she took in the shadows of his abs, the strength of his arms, the muscled depth of his chest. Lydia felt herself licking her lips as she gazed up at the surprised but amused look in his eyes.
"I like a strong woman," Marcus said, "now it's my turn." He reached around the edges of her strapless bra, pulling it off like he was revealing a precious gift. His breath stopped short as Lydia's breasts fell free. As he sighed in appreciation, any remaining hint of worry eased out of Lydia's heart. Yes, she wanted to do this. She wanted him to touch every piece of her.
It was her turn to lose her breath as his lips found her nipple. Jolts of pleasure rolled up her breast as he sucked and licked. She felt the blood pumping in, making her nipple into a hard mound. She gasped again as he pulled his teeth against her nipple before taking the time to suck hard on her other breast.
Somehow her dress was on the floor.
How did that happen?
wondered Lydia. Her thoughts fled away as Marcus ran his hands up the outside of her bare thighs, gently scraping his fingernails against her skin. He started to pull at her lacy black panties, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the hotel room bed. "You're not getting me naked first," Lydia teased as she unbuttoned his jeans, "Let's see what you're working with here."
As she pulled down his pants and briefs, she saw his cock slip out. He was halfway hard; still soft enough to hang down, but full enough to give a good view of his length.
To be honest
, Lydia thought,
it's a pretty normal size. Maybe a little bigger than usual, but nothing giant.
Somehow that made her feel even more relaxed. This was just two real people in an ordinary hotel room. There was no pressure to make it magical. They were good to each other, they wanted each other, and right now, she wanted to feel that hanging cock get hard in her mouth.
"Take your socks off," Lydia commanded, "I want you completely naked for me." Marcus chuckled and gave that knowing half smile. "Yes ma'am," he teased, stepping out of his pants and pulling off his socks, "whatever you want, I am glad to..." His words cut off in a gasp as Lydia grabbed his shaft in one hand and ran her tongue along the loose skin just below the head. She looked up and saw his eyes almost rolling back in his head with pleasure.
Very satisfying result
, Lydia thought to herself,
I guess I still got it
.
She dropped to her knees, making sure to give him a good view of her free breasts as she started sucking eagerly on his shaft, running her tongue around and around his cock. She could almost feel the blood pulsing in as it quickly began to harden, more and more, until Lydia could feel it filling her mouth, pushing towards the back of her throat.
It feels so good to be filled up like this
