. She just shook her head as they walked out of the airport that was busy with holiday traffic. Edward had called his parents and told them that he was spending the Thanksgiving break with some friends he'd met while at college. They were going to stay around campus, maybe go skiing, work on some projects that none of them wanted to get behind in. His folks had protested the decision, of course, but he'd stuck his ground. There were friends who'd wanted to go skiing, but Edward preferred the indoor sports he planned with Beth. Much warmer this way.
She was bustled into his car quickly, which was good because the moment the chilled breeze hit her, Beth shivered almost uncontrollably. She hated the cold. Next time, he was coming down to the coast to see her. Warmth. No need for all this snow even though it looked lovely with the trees all growing as a backdrop. Still. She hated the cold.
They drove for a while and she assumed again that they must be camping out in his dorm for the week. She should have thought ahead on that one. But just as that thought crossed her mind, he pulled his car into the almost vacant parking lot of a quaint chateau-looking motel. There were a few other cars nestled near the front but no one gathered at the pool near the front. Edward parked up at the office long enough to run inside and arrange a room and Beth smiled to see the blazing fire in the main room. She wanted to be in front of that fire, thawing out. But there was no time for her to run in because not long after he went in, Edward sauntered back out to the car with a self-satisfied smile stretching across his youthfully handsome face. Snow flurries started up and she saw the drifts of them landing on his shaggy honey-colored hair. He got back into the car and drove further around toward the back. She thought at first that this meant long treks to the front for the dining room, but there was an alcove where he parked and she noticed a door that led to an indoor set of hotel rooms.
"How long had you been planning this?" she asked him after climbing out of the car and grabbing up her backpack. He was getting her suitcase along with one of his own out of the trunk and carrying them toward the door. At first, he didn't say anything. Just opened the door when they got to it and smiled as he watched Beth's reaction to the inside of the hotel. It was just like some European chateau tucked neatly into one of the Swiss Alps or something. There was a long hallway that she assumed went to the front desk and she could almost hear the crackling of the fireplace. There were little rooms here and there for gathering and chatting, some with their own smaller fireplaces. She was enthralled.
Finally he answered her, "Since you told me you were flying out for Thanksgiving. I didn't think you wanted to eat campus food, especially since they're not even going to be open. And as much as I know you like Denny's coffee, I wasn't about to spend my first holiday with you there." He guided her down the hall and up a flight of stairs. The room he stopped at was just outside the main railing that looked down over the front room downstairs. The fireplace, the front desk, several comfy couches and chairs along with a large screen t.v. awaited anyone who wanted to be social. Just underneath them and down the hall from that was the dining room, an experience that Beth could only guess would be one of those classy but casual experiences; table cloths and candles on the tables but the room having a stone wall job with another gloriously blazing fireplace in one corner.
"Well, I'm impressed...not many people your age would think to book someplace this nice for a holiday." She watched him set one of the bags down, grab the key out of his pocket and open the door. She walked inside ahead of him and found a light switch, turning it on. A warm yellow glow spread over what could only be labeled a
suite
instead of just a room. There was a small sitting area before a dais led up to a made-up king sized bed. It had all the amenities including a small refrigerator. She assumed, however, that there would be no tiny bottles of wine in there...given Edward's age and all. Later, of course, she'd find that out to be untrue and wondered just how he'd finagled such a thing without a fake I.D.
"Not every guy my age is spending the holiday with a beautiful, sexy mature woman with tastes that go beyond a few beers over sandwiches. I want this to be special," he responded, dropping the suitcases just inside the door against the wall.
Beth heard the door click closed behind her, the automatic lock setting itself. They were alone. She turned around to face her would-be lover in time to see him coming toward her with a very intent look on his face. Without giving her a moment to speak, Edward grabbed her in his arms, pulling her up to meet his 5'10" height. Eager young lips crushed down on hers, nudging her mouth open with a tongue that impatiently wanted to taste her. Beth complied easily enough, parting her lips and flicking her tongue over his, swirling a chaotic pattern in his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He turned them around and pressed her up against the door, pinning her there with his body. Seeking hands slid down her body, pushing her jacket off, removing both their sets of gloves and tossing all of that along with his coat to the floor. He felt the shiver in her as he pulled at the buttons of her shirt. His cock jumped to life the moment he realized that her hands were just as forceful in pulling his shirt out of his pants. Both fumbled with each other's buttons and soon enough, shirts gone, pants pushed down around their ankles and kicked aside, shoes in a heap on the floor, they went at each other again. The passion had been growing for months beforehand. There would be time for tenderness later, but this thing had to be consummated as soon as possible and with as much heat as they'd built up prior to this meeting. There was a frenzy that raged in both of them, the need to fuck, the need to be connected to each other in the most primal way imaginable.
Edward pulled aside the material of her bra, cupping each small round breast in a hand as if weighing them to be perfect Valencias. He lowered his head, capturing one of her nipples between his lips, nibbling, sucking on it until it was hard before he turned his attention to the other one, repeating the process. His hips jerked the moment her hand slipped past the waistband of his underwear, grasping him in her palm and squeezing him urgently. She slid her hand up his already rock hard length, thumbing a circle around the head, teasing it more to life. Edward sucked in a breath and then moaned it out loudly, pressing his face against the side of her neck. One impatient hand slid down her body, over her stomach and into the satin underwear she had on still. He found her wet and hot and ready, flicking his nail over her clit, making her slam back against the door, head back, throat arched toward him. The young man moved his hand down to her thigh and back up again, pulling aside the soaked crotch of her undergarment. Without any further pomp and circumstance, he used his other hand to grasp her ass and lift her up, pressing himself between her thighs, which she parted eagerly to him. His cock sought the inner heat and found it without trouble as he thrust inside her, burying himself as deep as he could go. At that point, he moved his hands to support her, kneading the full globes of her ass and sliding her up further against the door. In response, Beth wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands clasped each other at the back of his neck, fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh that they found there.
They fucked there just like that for the longest time, the tempo steady at first until Edward picked it up, crushing his pelvis against hers and electrifying her clit even more with that stimulation. They were panting and moaning and speaking out together, each having something to say to the other that pushed the edges of their first time together. His fingers held her ass tighter, pulling her cheeks apart so that one searching finger could penetrate her easily enough. She gasped and bucked against him, driving him further into his lustful frenzy. Beth cried out, coming all around his cock when he pushed the finger inside her tighter hole, something they'd only talked about online. The reality of it lived up to their expectations and she found herself riding him like a professional, pushing back and forth, thrusting herself on him from two orifices. It wasn't long before her reaction brought him to the edge of his own orgasm and he slammed her harder against the door, fucking into her hard enough to suck the first shots out of him. She felt him fill her and even though he was coming, he kept at her, thrusting in and out, letting their combined juices flood down his thighs to pool on the tops of his feet.
And it was over. Edward buried his face against her neck again, planting soft kisses there as she whimpered and shuddered in his arms. They stayed there like that for a moment while each collected themselves, tempered their breathing and came down from the euphoric high they'd drive themselves to with this first coupling. When Edward let her slide down his body, dislodging himself from her, they stood there and held each other, warm body against warm body, hearts pounding against each other in a drumbeat rhythm that didn't slow down for a while. It was then that he leaned down and kissed her softly, treating her lips like a temple that he wanted to offer prayers at. Beth returned the kisses, her hands traveling over his body to explore the rest of him.
Every doubt she'd had washed itself away in this room in these first few moments together.
© July 8, 2005
