A few months ago, I dated a girl who was everything I could have asked for sexually. She was raw, she was passionate, and she liked sex even more than I did. We had planned a weekend getaway together. It wasn't really a vacation but just a couple of days where we had no obligations, and we were going to use every minute of it in bed. We had booked a hotel room in a nearby city which was close enough so that we didn't have to drive very far, but far enough to feel like we "got away."
I was already excited when we got there. I sat on a couch, trying to find something in one of my bags, and watched her as she checked in. My eyes traveled down her body. Her jeans were very tight, so tight I could almost imagine she had nothing on. It showed every curve of her ass and I found myself fantasizing about kissing those butt cheeks. I just wanted to put my mouth on every part of her body, whether it be kissing or licking or sucking.
She turned around and caught me staring at her ass. I couldn't help but linger on it for a second before I met her eyes and gave her a smile. I couldn't say it out loud in the hotel lobby, but in my head I told her, "You are going to get fucked." I think she knew what I was thinking, though, since she returned my smile with a smile of her own that suggested that she was waiting for me to do just that.
We made our way to the hotel room and went inside. There was a sitting area with a TV and a mini-bar, and a door that led to the bedroom. We dropped our bags down on the floor, and while she settled down in an overstuffed seat I continued to look through my bag for whatever it was that I was looking for. After a few minutes I gave up and sat next to our stuff on the floor. She was watching me from her chair, and as our eyes met I couldn't wait any longer. I crawled over on my hands and knees to where she was sitting, spread her legs so I could get up closer, and knelt until we were eye level.
I caressed her waist. "This is going to be so fun," I murmured into her mouth, smiling.
"Mmm," she agreed, and we kissed passionately. Unfortunately, right then there was a knock on the door. It was a maid bringing up some extra towels we had requested. We thanked her and shut the door behind her. We left the towels in the sitting room, and I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom, looking over my shoulder and devouring her with my eyes. Without breaking stride, she pushed me onto the queen sized bed and I pulled her on top of me. There was a slight pause, that moment right before you kiss, and then her mouth was on mine and all I could feel was her tongue inside my mouth, warm and wet as she caressed my tongue with her own.
We kissed each other hungrily while our hands ran over each other's bodies. Soon I was out of breath and moaning into her mouth. I spread my legs wider and rubbed my aching pussy up into her hip, desperate for some kind of contact with my clit. She slipped her thigh between my legs and pressed it in hard. I gasped and threw my head back. She took the opportunity to start making out with the side of my neck. I started shivering as her tongue hit those sensitive spots over and over again. She flipped me over on my belly and resumed kissing me on the back of my neck. "You've got goose bumps," she said, running her fingers down my arm.
"Don't stop," I begged. "It feels so good."