*Click*
The reality of the situation settles on us both. We're alone, in a hotel room. Finally, alone.
The flirting, the questions, the wine of diner are all just fading. We're here. You look at me at once shy and bold. It was careful and patient planning that lead us to this. Effort of long weeks. We savored a meal that was light on food, but filled with expectation and wine. The largeness of your eyes, the shyness of your smile, the boldness of you stance. I savor the moment, the distance between us a blip next to what we've waited through. Your evening shawl, slips from your shoulders and catches in the crook of your arms. You're a vision, a Venus in this hotel room, the light satchel in my hand drops to the floor the faint swish of whiskey for later, the clink of the bottle softened by rope and toys also for later.
My mouth is dry. You're really here, I'm really here. This is real. The electricity of holding your arm as we walked from the restaurant, near jubilant in the warm evening air the near exhalation of first greeting you at the restaurant. From the first hug, the first time our hands brushed, that became long interlaced hand holding and coy gulps (masquerading as sips) of wine. A vision, before me about to be my whore for the evening. Your panties in my dress pants pocket evidence enough of that. Between the wine, and the nearness of you to me I cannot think, I want everything and all right then. All at once. I want to taste you to feed you my cock to spank you to pull your hair to bury my face in your pussy and hear you scream.
Like you could hear my wheels turning, perhaps the pause was just too long, but when my eyes move back from surveying the room to you our eyes meet and you don't look away. The shyness is gone, the only thing on your face is need. "Take me" each breath says. I will, I will. There was only a step or two between us, and your heels put your mouth just below mine neither straining or arching we meet for a kiss the halo of your smell washing over meeting the tiny bubble of mine, any hope of pictures of you before I fuck you abandoned, any hope of keeping your make up pretty gone. The only thought is of having more. I want more of your skin on my mine you want more of my hands on you and we fight with buttons and zippers, shawl and belt. Hands moving too fast to appreciate anything, kisses too hard, fingers too desperate to be effective. You loose one heel, but not both, my shirt is unbuttoned when we crash into the bed me on top of you.
There is no hope, this is what it's going to be clawing of clothes fucked through the fly of my pants, dress hiked just out of the way. But finally and finally I find home, and melt into you and the build up of our tango from across the miles finally finally finding myself half buried inside you ,we kiss. A silly and happy kiss. A kiss of yes, we have time. You help me out of my shirt, first the right arm then the left and cast it aside, feeling across my chest with new skin exposed for you to see. Cupping my chest and sliding up my neck into my hair to pull my lips to yours. I rest on my arms, as deeply inside you as my clothes allow and shift my weight kicking shoes off, pulling out to remove my pants, and boxers and finally socks. You watch me reclined, legs splayed open pussy just open and waiting for me to return. Finally free, I turn my attention to your remaining shoe, leaving your stockings but pulling you up to free you from that evening dress, to finally reveal your last bit of chastity a lacy bra. We kiss again, still hungry but not ravenous. Excited, but patient. Drinking in the feeling of our bodies pressed tight, my hands move from your face to your shoulders, pulling the straps down, tracing your shoulders and meeting behind to find that it clasps in the front.
I can feel your smile in our kiss, as your hands unclasp your bra, and finally we're just skin and stockings. No props, no more foreplay.
Just us.
We move back onto the bed, still at the corner not a care for the bedspread as one arm cradles your body, and the other guides my cock into you finally, I sink unhindered to the base. We moan, or you moan and I match it, but its satisfaction. I rock side to side just enjoying being inside you as deeply as I can before starting a tortuously slow pull back. Breaking our kiss to watch it play on your face as I leave you slowly millimeter my millimeter. The circle of your mouth getting bigger as I pull further and further out, until the ring of the crown just catches and just a little further still so just the tip of my cock is nestled in your wet pussy. The sweetest agony on your face, begging eyes and trembling body. I relent. I need you too, and sink back with less slowness. I mean to make you wait, but you feel so perfect on my cock. Everything I ever wanted, your body strong underneath me, so pussy so hot it beacons me back in. I meant to torture you slowly, but every stroke gets faster, my resolve weakening each time our hips and pubic bones meet, with each sigh and moan. I relent until our bodies slap together, faster still when you started to curse, harder still when your head falls back and you can't hold yourself up on your elbows any more, faster as our breath came ragged, and we each start to hold our breath. I didn't need to tell you I was cumming, you knew by the break in rhythm, the spasms of my hips, the flood of slick between us.
"Fuck Natasha , fuck fuck fuck" but I keep still pumping slower, and more broken until you tried to crawl away under me. I stopped pumping into you settled to fully inside of you, pulling air hard in the crook of your neck. I kiss, biting your shoulder and neck. Just holding you to me. A naked body I'd only just started to notice as the haze of sex faded. I kiss from your neck to the breasts I'd only just noticed my mouth and hands exploring my new playground. Licking and blowing on your right nipple, cupping the left breast. Adjusting to the fullness and weight of them, the firmness and soft skin. Smelling your scent and my sweat on you, kissing around the side and exploring the under breast with my mouth and wet tongue kisses on your new-to-me skin. I try to stay inside you as long as I can, but the travel down your body requires it and I relent and withdraw. There's too much of you yet to be felt and adored. From your breasts I kiss down your ribs tracing them with tongue and teeth, and kiss the tummy you draw in (tickeled?) where I kiss your sides and move to your hips...
Oh these hips, I can smell us from your hip bone. The freshly fucked pussy, the sex. I slow down here, with more pressure I kiss and lick from hip bone to hip bone along the underside of your tummy, hot breath above your pubic bone. The wiggles of you body are definitely tickles and but you don't press back into the bed to escape. I trace from your left hip along the crease of your pelvis and leg, coming painfully close to the side of your pussy before kissing the the crease and angling down towards your foot, enjoying your frustrated moan as you arch you needy pussy towards my retreating mouth. I smiling into your leg, I kiss and doddle for long seconds at the hem of your stocking teasing you from outside the range of you wanting pussy, enjoying your wanting my mouth on your freshly fucked pussy. You know I want it too, and growl and plead without words, for me to make good on all my promises to lick your cum filled pussy.
"Patience lover." I chide and switch to the other stocking hem. With terrible slowness I kiss up to your the crease of your leg and one small flick of my tongue on the right side of your pussy, just tracing the lip before holding back a touch and giving a slow hot breath. You arch in frustration, but I don't surrender to you just that easy and press you back onto the bed, flashing a smile to meet the murder in your eyes and move the the very bottom of your pussy, where our love making is seeping and give you a broad shovel tongued lick. Scooping our cum into my mouth and crawl up to meet your moaning mouth with a cum filled kiss. It's slow, tasting myself and you in my mouth, your mouth and each swallowing some in turn.
