Days passed and still nothing more than hands finding each other between the shielding press of bodies, fingers tracing spines, a cheeky finger that he brushed over my nipple at the sauna and an even cheekier glance at him when he was changing. I would go to sleep with him shirtless in my mind. Again I took the initiative and found a way for us to be alone and it all came out in an exited, breathless gabble. We wanted each other. We shouldn't, but we did. We knew we had to take a chance. We convinced ourselves that one night was better than none. Awkwardly we kissed, soft tentative movements that would resemble none of the impassioned exploration I would later come to expect from his kisses. We walked back to the workshop dragging our heels like teenagers.
Tomorrow night we would get a hotel in another town. He would be mine.
The wait had felt unbearable but sitting at the end of the small pier, the waves licking at the wood beneath me, watching him walk towards me I knew it was worth it. We eyed each other with an intensity that affected my breathing and headed straight to the hotel room. Before my bag had hit the floor his lips found me. My hands teased the hair at the nape of his neck. I was already wet. We fell to the bed devouring each other, our words were cut off as our hands quested. Whimpers had already begun to escape me as my hand rubbed at the stiffness under his jeans. Our eyes remained locked on each other as hands tugged at cloths. Everything I wore felt restrictive. He ripped my tights, I bit into his neck and then we were naked. Bathed in sunlight from the forgotten open window we rolled around testing each other. My hands found the length of him, the fat head of his cock was heavy in my hand. Stiff and slick with pre-come it demanded I give in to every naughty thought I'd tried to suppress in the sauna. Shifting my weight I took him in my mouth for the first time. Stretching my lips over that magnificent head and sucking his length to the back of my throat felt like such a relief. I had begun to lose myself to the rhythm when I felt a gentle hand on my hair. It was time to scrabble for the condom.
I stretched out content, knowing his eyes were drinking me in. His fingers, still oil smudged from work, found the slick opening between my legs and started to probe. He joked that someone had once referred to his thick fingers as 'lady pleasers'. As they pushed into me I could see why, his gaze held mine, they filled me. My body screamed for more, I needed more of him. My nails began to worry at his back, his kisses taking on a fresh urgency as he kissed his way lower. His tongue found my clitoris and worked with the pumping rhythm of his fingers. My moans bounced back at me in the confines of the hotel room until finally he was on top of me, arms supporting his weigh. I guided him between my legs, running the tip of his cock over me, coating him in my juices. He started to apply pressure, pushing his way between my folds and right into the heart of me. Our eyes were locked and my breath had caught in my throat, his full lips were parted as he began to slide in and out of me. He used his body weight to grind into my clit, sending spasms of pleasure twitching across my abdomen. He murmured his pleasure as my muscles squeezed around him and my hips bucked to meet him. It didn't take long but we fell apart exhausted, neither of us had been prepared for the intensity of that first time. We did not sleep that night. We devoured each other time and time again, finding wonder where we had expected only thrills.
I came, shuddering around my fingers. Wishing Ash had not left the hotel to go to work. Wondering if I should see him again. My phones familiar trill broke my concentration... a morning text...
