My back was against the headboard of the hotel bed. My cock was large and ready. More importantly I had a beautiful girl between my legs, naked and sopping wet. Her head was resting against my shoulder and her blue eyes were shut. They were shut because tingles were pulsing through her clitoris to her nipples and vice versa. Her legs were long and smooth, tanned a golden honey and splayed wide over my rugby player thighs.
She was constantly trembling and mewling, seeking the release I was steadily building up for her. How did she get like this? I'll tell you, it was taking an effort on my behalf to control myself but an effort which would be repaid a hundredfold.
I called her Storky because she was so leggy. She had sneaked off to be with me for some stolen pleasure. So now I had her in my grasp, literally. When I opened the door to the hotel room I had greeted her and slowly pulled her into my arms. I removed the hair band from her blond tresses and kissed her. When I kiss, I do so open-mouthed and passionately. I don't see the point otherwise. I kissed her with my tongue twisting around hers, my tongue flicking back and forth with one hand on her hips pulling her into me and the other hand holding onto the back of her neck, massaging it as well.
It didn't take long to strip her out of her clothes and lift her onto the bed. She was surprised that I didn't enter her right away but I told her that patience was a virtue and the wait would be worthwhile.
I was caressing her left breast with my warm hand. I was just gently running my hand all over her breast, gently rubbing across the nipple with my thumb. Then I would move in circles getting closer and closer to her nipple before using my thumb on her. She could anticipate my thumb and her breathing changed slightly as she expected the thrill. My right hand was also occupied; running up and down her side across her stomach and snaking its way down between her shaven lips. I like a bare girl, especially one with an eagle tattoo between her legs. I was running my fingers between her lips, up and down, up and down rubbing her clit with each stroke. All the while I'm kissing her neck, whispering into her ear that I love her, that I need her and that I am going to make love to her in such a way she'll never feel so alive again.
I can feel her wetness dripping out of her and every time I touch her clit she makes a little noise. I concentrate on her clit now, rubbing it gently but constantly and making sure that my thumb is going over her nipple in perfect synchronization. I can feel her tummy tighten with every stroke of pleasure and I know she's going to come soon. Her breathing is getting ragged and she's starting to move tight against me. She's getting wetter and wetter with every stroke.
