His lips met hers with an urgency born of need and longing. His lips were richly full and soft as he poured his desire into her. He ran his fingers through her long, curly hair as they kissed, his body pinning hers against the hotel door as if to ward off any effort at escape. Far from running, she opened herself to him, her arms slack at her sides, her knees bent nearly to buckling as he unbuttoned her blouse and took what she ardently offered as his. This belonged to him...this moment, this time, this act. She ceaselessly offered this moment to him in her heart and mind despite distance, separation, her own confusion and his relentless fear.
As his mouth closed on her breast, her legs refused to support her any longer as she moaned her pleasure. As he wrapped his arms around her waist to support her failing legs, his eyes met hers with an intensity that took her breath away.
He breathed into her mouth, "Yes..." erasing years of longing, regret and might have beens with a single word.
She wrapped her legs around im as he carried them both to the waiting bed. They tumbled down together, his shirt chafing against her naked breasts as he lay atop her. She could feel his growing hardness against her thigh through both layers of their jeans. She heatedly tugged at his shirt, eager for the skin on skin contact.
As he knelt over her to remove the shirt, she reached out to cup the bulge at his crotch. As if they had a mind of their own, her fingers began to unzip his fly to reveal the cotton fabric of his shorts beneath. She gently cupped his balls in her hand and stroked his increasingly hard cock through the fabric until it was straining painfully at the seams of his boxers.
In one swift movement, he shucked off the jeans and shorts while tugging her jeans over her hips to join his in a discarded pile on the floor. She watched with bated breath as he loomed over her, bracing himself on either arm. She could feel her heart thudding so hard in her chest she thought surely he could hear it too as she fervently anticipated his entry into her.
Her arousal was held on a knife's edge as he joined his body with hers but delayed the entry they each craved. He gave her the full weight of his body, the skin on skin contact heightening her senses, his chest hair exquisitely glancing across her raised nipples, his cock nestled just between her legs. She could have spent hours locked in this embrace were it not for the incessant throbbing of her greedy cunt.
When she had reached her breaking point, the anguished plea on her lips, he smoothly began to work his way down her body. He knowingly paused a moment to suckle her breasts until she helplessly arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he seemed to suck the very life from her. Her cunt felt swollen to three times it's size, small rivers of arousal flowing freely down it's edges. She became dimly aware of begging him...
"Please,please, please," she chanted.
She did not know for what exactly she was begging,only that she must have it.
She felt the warmth of his face against her swollen sex seconds before his tongue met her hard little clit. She cried out as he gently inserted a finger inside her wet hole. His mouth seemed to consume her as he sucked noisly, his tongue tirelessly massaging her sensitive nub. She felt his finger slip deeper inside her, caressing her in the most intimate of ways.
She raised her head to encounter his steadfast green gaze as he playfully winked at her. She noted her own wetness smeared across his face just as she felt the steady climb into oblivion. She felt her thighs close reflexively around his head as pleasure soared through her body. When she finally floated back down to earth, she found his arms wrapped around her hips as he tenderly kissed her engorged lips.
He purposefully climbed his way back up her body until the head of his cock, slick with the juices of his arousal, lay just at the entrance to her pulsing sex. They exhaled together as he leaned forward to push his way inside her.
This simple action stirred a need within her unlike any she had ever known. She pressed her hips up to meet him, hungry to contain every inch of him. He pumped slowly, denying her the frenzied fucking she sought as he savored the sensations of entering her at a measured pace. He balanced above her as she gripped his biceps, thrilled by the hard muscle beneath her touch.
She emitted a small cry as his thrusts grew more forceful. Her breasts bounced between them as he began to pound into her. He circled his hips as he ground deeper and deeper inside her before throwing her legs over his shoulders, seeking to sink even deeper into her as her arousal dripped onto his balls.
She opened her eyes and watched him as he fucked her, his head thrown back, jaw tense with exertion, his fingers gripping her thighs with such intensity she knew she would find bruises there the next day. His thumb found it's way to her slippery clit where he rubbed in time with the rhythm of his own thrusts. She felt her body helplessly responding to him once again. She didn't want to cum just yet. She wanted to freeze this moment , wanted it to contine on and on and on without end.
As is the way of this world, nothing lasts forever, not even mind blowing sex. She listened as his moans turned to guttural groans. Her hips rotated, grinding her clit harder against his thumb despite herself. She reached underneath them to grip his tight balls just as she began to cum all over his cock.
All she could manage as she exploded with pleasure was a mindless, "Oh, oh, oooooh!"
She heard his own cries join with hers as she felt the warmth of his semen leaking onto her thighs. He collapsed on top of her, their legs a tangled heap, their breath slowing together until they were in perfect rhythm as she absently ran her fingers through his hair.
They spent the remainder of the afternoon locked in the hotel room together alternately enjoying easy conversation, laughter, and carnal delights. She avoided looking at the clock, loathe to witness the time slipping away. When she could ignore it no longer, she rose to prepare for the inevitable return to reality.
She stood naked at the bathroom counter willing herself to do what she must when he slipped in behind her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his warmth at once comforting and arousing, nibbling and biting at her neck until she shivered with pleasure. She felt his cock growing against her ass as she leaned into him with a sigh.
He bent her over the counter entering her from behind. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up to watch in the mirror as he moved inside her. She enjoyed the way her heavy breasts dangled and swayed as he pumped. He slapped her ass once, twice, three times as the echo reverberated loudly in the small enclosed space. Without warning, he spun her around lifting her onto the counter before plunging inside her once again.
They fucked with an urgency fueled by desperation as the clock ticked loudly in their heads. Her body bounced violently off the mirror as he fucked her with abandon. His hand went to her throat, applying greater and greater pressure until her eyes rolled back in her head as she came all over him one last time.
She mindlessly wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed him even deeper inside herself. He came with a churning rush of cum, collapsing against her as she drained him.
As she sat there on a hotel bathroom counter supporting his body with her own, she was strangely at peace with her fate. She would always come when he called. She would forever listen for his call even if it never came again. She was quite simply...a slave to this desire. She would from time to time pretend none of this was true until she could no longer support the ruse. She would walk through the world filling her roles properly, wearing the visage of a sane, responsible woman while her heart would continue to yearn for this perfect moment in time, unencumbered by the past or their own human frailties.