My Secret Lover 4

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.

But this only makes me hungry for more, and my desire to feel his cock inside me is powerful. I tell him, I beg him, "Please fuck me." He lifts his head and wipes my juices from his face. He stands and steps away from the bed and I quickly get down on my knees and suck his cock one last time before we fuck. I rise and kiss him, smelling my pussy on his mouth.

I position myself on the edge of the bed, his eyes on me, my legs open and inviting. He's standing as he rubs his cock over my clit, teasing me, and then slowly and deliberately slides inside me. I gasp, and my pussy contracts and shudders around his erection. I've waited all week for this moment, the moment he enters me. He stops there and bends down to kiss me before beginning to fuck me, just the way he wants to, and just the way I love.

He whispers to me, "You're so wet", and I know this is one of his favorite things about me. I'm always so wet for him. Over and over he fucks me slowly, then harder, then soft again. We lock eyes, but the intense feelings I have for him scare me, so I close my eyes. I hear him say, "Mmm, that's my good girl." He pulls out and kisses me on my pussy, then fucks me more. I'm rocked by one orgasm and another. I fucking love how this man feels inside me.

He steps back and tells me to turn over. But before I do that, I get on my knees and suck on his cock, tasting both myself and him. I climb back on the bed on my hands and knees, and he gives my ass a light slap. He knows doggie style is my favorite, and God knows he adores looking at my ass.

He enters me once again slowly and starts to fuck me. My moans are loud and guttural, and I briefly think about the other hotel guests. I don't care, I'm loud and he loves that. I orgasm almost immediately, and then again. Yes, this man brings out multiple orgasms in me, every single fucking time.

He tells me, "I'm going to cum," always before, and the thought of that, hearing those words, brings on one last orgasm from me. He gasps and moans as he shoots him cum inside me. Slowly we wind down and catch our breath. We are both totally spent. I reach my arm behind me to hold his hand, and he lays his chest on my back and covers it with kisses. He pulls his cock out and I turn over and we kiss.

He hands me the towel he always has ready for me and walks into the bathroom to wash the smell of my pussy from his face and cock. I'm smiling, more on the inside than is evident on my lips. I put the towel between my legs and squeeze his cum from my pussy. I get under the sheets and wait for him to return. He comes back to the bed and gets under the sheets with me.

We hold each other, we kiss and cuddle, and catch each other up on our lives. Our separate lives, outside of this hotel room. We know everything about each other. Seven years and we've never dared say, "I love you." But the love is there, it's there and there is nothing we can do about it.

An hour later we rise from the bed and dress, check our schedules for the following week, then kiss goodbye. As I leave, I sometimes wonder, "Will I see him again?" But history tells me yes. I can't give him up and he loves fucking me.