My phone pings. "Room 104" the text reads. I get out of my car and walk into the hotel. I enter the hotel room, as I've done hundreds of times, and every time I see him, and I'm immediately aroused. He's my secret lover, and I am his. We've been having an affair for almost seven years and have met at a hotel nearly every Friday afternoon. The fact that we've done this more than a hundred times has never dampened the longing I feel as we embrace.
"Hi, how are you?" he asks.
I reply, "Good, very good." We don't talk much before; we are too eager to fuck. I take in his face, his dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin. The attraction I feel is both surprising and familiar.
We kiss, slowly and so passionately. He bites my lip; I suck on his. My lips move to his neck and ears, knowing how much this turns him on. He softly moans as I kiss, lick and suck on his neck. My hands are on the back of his head, my nails in his hair. His scent, oh god his natural scent, I've been yearning for his smell all week.
He reaches down and lifts the back of my dress, his hands on my ass, caressing. He lifts my dress over my head. He compliments my lingerie, the pretty things I only wear for him. His hands move lightly over my lace bra as he slowly releases my breasts. He unhooks my bra and his mouth finds my nipples erect and hungry for him. He licks each breast slowly and deliberately, lightly biting my nipples. I can feel myself getting wet. This man... oh god this man always excites me.
I step back and unbuckle his pants, and then slide them down along with his shorts. On my way down I kiss his chest, his belly. He steps out of his pants and I'm now on my knees. On my knees in front of his erect cock. He loves when I suck him in this position, and I adore worshipping him this way. My desire to please him never fades. I kiss the area above his cock, his hip bones, and then I kiss the head of his cock. Slowly I lick and flick my tongue, and then put his head in my warm wet mouth.
I'm eager, but I know he likes it slow. I put more and more of him in my mouth, and then finally pull his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I know he loves this, and I hear him gasp. He's the perfect size for my mouth and I love taking him all in. Slowly I lick and suck him, my tongue moving up and down his shaft. He utters, "Oh my god, you do this so well." He pulls me up to kiss, and then I go back to his cock. I look up into his eyes as I'm sucking, watching the pleasure in his face as we lock eyes. I spend a good amount of time worshipping him, just the way he likes it, until I hear him say, "Is your pussy ready for my mouth?" It most definitely is.
I lie down on the hotel sheets and the familiar smell of bleach mixed with the smell of sex overwhelms me. So many times we've done this, and the scent triggers memories that fill my heart, head and body. He lays on top of me, kissing me. We are so excited to finally be in each other's arms. His mouth is hungry for me, and he kisses slowly down the length of my body. He slides off my panties, then licks and kisses the inside of my thighs. The anticipation of his mouth on my fully waxed pussy nearly causes me to orgasm. I once again marvel at how well he knows my body. I love knowing that eating my pussy is something he loves to do, and he tells me all week long how he can't wait to eat me out.
He begins to lick my clit slowly and softly, moving his tongue all over my pussy. His licks become harder, and I know exactly what's coming next. My moans come in fits. He puts my clit in his mouth and starts sucking and softly biting, then harder. Just as I'm about to orgasm, he plunges his tongue deep inside me, then back to my clit. I feel his hair against my thighs as my pussy thrusts towards his mouth. My orgasm pulses through my body, to his mouth, as I climax with a full body shudder.
