It was Bill's arms that I noticed first. Tattooed, muscular, solid, dark chocolate. I knew my curves would fit in them and I'd melt. Into a puddle. Like the one between my thighs whenever I looked at him, whenever his kind eyes made contact with mine.
I remember the first time we met. He shook my hand and I was in awe of his strength, his warmth. Even though our jobs were at opposite ends of the building, we developed a friendly rapport. We had been checking in and flirting with one another for over seven years. I applied for a job in his department and was promoted. This would mean a lot of travel, and mostly all with him.
We arrived at the hotel and our rooms were right next to one another. Adjoining rooms. It had been so long since I'd been away. I had just buried my Dad and had no one to call at the end of the day to say I'd arrived safe. No one to say to me, "goodnight, I love you."
I was channel surfing when I heard a soft knock at the adjoining door. I climbed out of bed, finger combed my hair and listened against the door. "Nanc?" he whispered. "Are you okay?" I unlocked the door and there he stood in a tight white v neck undershirt and navy pajama pants.
"You're wearing my shirt," he said as he leaned against the door jamb and looked me up and down.
I became self-conscious, remembering that all I was wearing was a white v neck shirt as well. I bought men's 2xl tall to make sure my ass was covered but it still ended a good four inches above my knees.
"I could hear you flipping channels and I wanted to make sure you were okay. It's 2 am and with the time change and the long flight, you should be asleep by now. Need anything?" he asked.
And I did. I so needed to go up on tiptoe, wrap my arms around his thick neck, inhale his scent, feel his heat. Would he let me? He was the one who had knocked on my door in the middle of the night. He was the one looking me up and down.
"Bill..." I stepped forward slowly. And he met me half way. His right arm went around my waist and as I went up on my toes, he bent and pulled me close. My chin was on his shoulder, his face was in my neck, my breasts were resting high on his chest, his cock against my belly button. It had been so long since I'd felt cock and I'd never felt anything like the steel that was rubbing against me, like the heat that was radiating off of him.
"Baby..." he whispered.
"Please don't let go," I whimpered.
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his left hand cupping my face. There was nothing in the world like his whiskey eyes. His thumb brushed my lips and I opened for him. I sucked on the tip, tasting his salty skin. He inhaled sharply.
"You deserve gentle," he said. "I'm gonna try but I can't promise."
And he lifted me, right off my feet and pressed me against the open door, pinning me with his weight, never looking away from me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
His lips brushed mine softly, nipping the corners of my mouth before settling on the middle. He flicked my bottom lip with his tongue.
"Are your nipples the same color as your lips? They are the prettiest pink I've ever seen. Are you pink everywhere? I can't wait to suck on you...your tongue, your tits, your clit, your pussy." And he kissed me. He consumed me with his mouth, his tongue, opening me wide to dance with him.
I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was on fire for him. His loving touch, his way of talking dirty but making me feel cherished, alive. My hands went from his shoulders to the base of his neck, up his naked skull. I ground my pussy against him, dampening his shirt.
His mouth moved to my cheek, my temple, my forehead.
"You're so wet for me. I feel you, I smell you." And he pulled my shirt over my head.
My breasts thrust forward, aching for his touch. He looked at them, buried his head in my chest and used his hands to push them together to cradle him.
"Please...." I whispered.
"Tell me, Nanc."
"Taste me, Bill."
"Where? How, baby?"
"With your fingers, your mouth, your teeth. Please suck on me," I begged.
"Your beautiful pink nipples, so hard for me." And he lifted my left breast, blowing on the already tight tip, flicking it with his tongue, circling it over and over before finally sucking it inside. And I watched. I watched his sexy chocolate mouth tasting me, pulling me into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. His teeth caught the tip as his eyes watched me. My head dropped back against the door and I begged for more.
"Finger me, Bill. Rub my clit and make me come," I breathed.
"Don't rush me, baby," he sighed as he switched to my right breast. "I just started tasting your sweet tits."
"No one said you had to stop sucking. I just need you everywhere. I've waited so long. I've dreamed of your fingers in my bald, pink pussy. Like vanilla, chocolate and strawberry all together," I moaned as I pressed my naked heat against his t-shirt.
