Stacy suppressed frustration. Her pussy wanted more. It wanted a hell of a lot more. They'd been at it barely ten minutes. Philip had already cum twice and now she knew it would be a while before he could perform again. She was just starting to get in the swing of things. She'd had three orgasms... that barely qualified as foreplay for Stacy Lancaster.
Closing her eyes, she tried to reign in her lust. Before she had met Jared and married him, she had always had to do this with her lovers, control her appetite and her expectations. She could do it again. She set her mind on putting Phil at ease and making the night good for him.
She embraced him with her whole body, arms and legs hugging him to her while her needy pussy sucked at his shrinking cock. "That was awesome babe. You were awesome."
Phil was in shock. It was several minutes before he spoke. "Stacy, that was unbelievable. I've never felt anything like that. You are so sexy and your body is so perfect."
His mouth sought hers and invaded it. She welcomed his kiss with warmth and joy.
After a time, she gently pushed him off her body and rose. "These rooms have those big bathtubs. They're awesome. I'll go get the water running and then we can have a nice soak."
The bathed together. For a long time, Stacy leaned back against his chest. They talked little, just relaxing in each other's company for the most part. His hands were in constant but slow motion across every part of her body.
Eventually, she felt the rise of his sex against her back. She turned in his arms to kiss him and gently fondle his growing arousal. "Phil babe, I have to be honest. I don't much care for having sex in the bathroom. Let's dry each other off and get back into bed so I can enjoy this properly."
Nodding and smiling, he rose with her and they stepped out of the tub. They spent much longer than necessary drying each other's bodies. Phil was wearing a relaxed smile and Stacy couldn't stop giggling as he buffed her entire body to a healthy pink glow.
Finally, she couldn't take any more. She took a firm grip on his equally firm cock and led him back to bed. Laying him gently back among the tousled covers, she spread herself across his body with languorous ease and made love to him softly and passionately. She kept her pussy loose and controlled, drawing out every second of loving she could. She praised his cock and his tender touches and he said over and over again that she was an amazing goddess.
She only came once, at the end when he once again emptied his balls into her. She showered him with kisses and more praise. She made noises of delight as she cleaned his cock and balls with her soft mouth. She let her wet beaver hover above his head in silent invitation but he did no more than finger her a bit. He didn't seem to want to get too close to her pussy after he had sprayed it with his seed.
That apparent squeamishness on his part was the only real disappointment for her. She hadn't been expecting a stud and so was content with his general performance but it would have been a lot better if he had been willing to get a little down and dirty with her.
After they got their breath back, they ordered room-service. Stacy smilingly told him that he would need to keep his strength up. They just ordered whatever looked good; hot-wings, a spaghetti dinner, some beer and iced-tea and cheesecake.
Philip put his underpants back on and then his shirt. Stacy loosely belted her robe on. Then with mischief in her eyes she sat at the edge of the stuffed chair and crossed her legs. The bottom half of the robe splayed open, displaying her creamy thighs all the way to her waist. The only reason Phil couldn't see her sex was the way one leg crossed over the other.
Her breasts also made tantalizing little mounds behind the thin material. He could clearly see the outline of her nipples.
Stacy jumped up to answer the door when their food arrived. She flounced back followed by the grinning bell-hop. Deviltry in her eyes she sat, once again letting the robe fall away from her crossed legs. The shift's shoulders were pulled well back and down, leaving a wide expanse of her chest visible down the neckline. The perky swell of her porcelain tits made a teasing appearance.
Phil tipped the guy and hurried him out, blushing. Stacy laughed. When the bell-hop was gone she asked Phil, "Do you think he wants to bang me?"
"Of course he does. Anyone would."
She grabbed a wing and waved it around. "Well too bad. You're the only one with that privilege tonight." She sucked a big dollop of meat off the tiny drumstick.
They had a fun little meal, sitting in the same chair practically on top of one another. Every time Stacy would eat a wing, Phil would kiss her and nibbled the sauce from her lips. When they got to the spaghetti, Stacy reluctantly moved to another seat and broke out the silverware. They continued to make eye contact as each siphoned noodles from the common plate.
They fed each other slices of cheesecake.
Phillip was vibrating with tension by the time they'd had their fill. He was rock hard again. He watched bemusedly as Stacy drug the little table away from his chair. She straddled him, her naked bush pressing boldly against the hard cock in his shorts. She let the shoulders of her robe drop away, seductively framing her taunt breasts. She leaned back and pulled his face to her bosom. "Now eat me lover-boy." She said huskily.
He rubbed his face in the subtle valley between her modest tits. He left traces of spaghetti sauce behind as he took a large portion of a breast into his mouth and sucked at it gently. Stacy's slit rode up and down his thinly clad rod.
"Come on babe, let me show you the main course" she panted, pulling him towards the bed. She jumped onto her back and spread her legs wide. Her velvet valley was open with need and she gave him look of burning desire. "I love hard cock baby but I also get off on having my clam eaten. Please eat me."
Philip hesitated. He had only attempted cunnilingus once in his life and that had been with a freshly cleaned vagina. The girl he had gone down on hadn't seemed to enjoy it much. He was willing to do absolutely anything for Stacy but the thought of his own cum marinating in her qwim nearly turned his stomach. He started shaking his head. "No. I, no. I don't think I should do that."
Stacy pouted. She wouldn't actually force him but she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. "Please Phillip, my pussy needs you. See, it's open and waiting. God, I can smell it. Please make me happy."
Her pleading might as well been a command from god. He could not deny her. Still, he hesitated as he knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her pink slit shone like satin, her downy bush parted and damp. The smell of her went to his head and made his cock throb.
He plunged forward, going straight for the deep pink shadow of her cunt entrance. She squealed with delight and squeezed his head between her thighs. "Eat me up honey. The buffets open and it's all you can eat."
She tasted just as good and she smelled and thoughts of his own semen fled his mind as he feasted on her.
He wasn't terribly imaginative. He kept his mouth buried at the base of her gash, lapping at her hole. He was at it for four or five minutes and Stacy was frustratingly close to climax. Impatiently, she took matters into her own hands and began pinching and rubbing her clit right in front of his eyes. Her breath quickened quickly and she called out, "Here it comes! Yes! Let my juice cum right into your mouth."
Her legs seized up tightly around his head and he experienced a new flow of feminine joy.
