I, on the other hand, am seconds away from needing to be scraped off the fucking ceiling.
“So good,” I praise, my fingers tangling in her wild hair.
I attempt to distract myself by letting the softness filter through my fingers, but then she gags, the sound echoing around the room like a filthy exclamation. When she pulls her head back, a silken strand of saliva drips to her chin. Instead of wiping it away, she lets it rest there, a trophy of her hard work.
“Open,” I whisper when she licks at her now puffy lips. She obeys.
I slide in, using my grip on her hair as a warning of how deep I plan to go.
“Look at you,” I praise, my cock resting on her flexed tongue. “You have the most fuckable mouth. Does your pussy ache? Do you wish I was sliding inside of your cunt right now?”
Her eyes flare, shifting to the edge of the bed in a silent plea.
But there won’t be any fucking here tonight. I’m not going to take her that way for the very first time on the questionable sheets of a three-star hotel. She deserves better. I want her memories of that first of a million times in a place we can both relive it often. My bed comes to mind, but her bed would be just as good.
“Make me come, and I’ll take care of that needy little pussy of yours.”
I push forward, mindful of how deep I thrust but keeping it just to this side of her limits. I don’t want to hurt her, but at the same time I need her to feel me after it’s over. I want her to be reminded of where I’ve been every single time she swallows.
“I’m going to come,” I warn because we spoke about many things, but fluids didn’t make the list. It could easily be a hard limit for her.
I groan in appreciation when she doubles her efforts rather than pulling away.
“Good girl,” I hiss as the tingling sensation I’ve been feeling the entire time congregates at the base of my spine. “Good girl.”
She whimpers with the first rush of my orgasm, her eyes fluttering closed. The second and third bursts are the things dreams are made of but serve to be too much as she pulls back. I don’t stop coming. I fucking can’t, and I watch in awe as her mouth stays open and rope after rope of cum lands on her lips, her chin.
“Jesus,” I hiss, my hand finding my spasming dick to stroke it with a violence I’ve never used before.
I stand there a slave to this woman as she blinks up at me.
When she moves her hand from behind her back to wipe me from her skin, I can’t handle it. Reaching for her, I run my fingers through the mess I’ve made of her pretty face and dip my coated fingers into her mouth. She laps at them greedily, her breathing rushing through flared nostrils when she closes her lips around them to suck.
My cock bobs between my legs, refusing to flag while her mouth is on me, so in an attempt to distract myself, I lean forward licking up the remaining mess before swiping my tongue inside of her mouth. The kiss goes on for eons, her hands gripping my forearms as if I’m the only thing anchoring her to earth.
“Naked,” I insist, breaking my mouth away.
She blinks up at me, still dazed for several long seconds. Reaching down, I unclasp the cuffs on her ankles and take a step back.
“That was filthy,” she whispers, her hands reaching for the hem of her t-shirt. “Tasting your cum like that.”
Her fingers tremble as the fabric clears the perfection of her tits. I barely hold back a groan, but from the salacious look in her eyes I know she sees the affect she has on me. Hell, my cock reaching for her again is probably the only sign she’d need.
“Shorts and panties, too,” I insist. “Completely naked.”
I need to tug my boxers and jeans back up, put some barrier between us if I have any hope of keeping to my personal promise of not fucking her tonight, but her eyes focus on the fabric tangled around my legs.
She won’t ask, but I know what she wants, and it’s the vulnerability in her eyes as she slips her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts that sets me into action.
Keeping my eyes on the slow reveal of her flesh, I begin to kick my shoes off, a nearly impossible task considering my brain doesn’t want to work right now.
She chuckles when I nearly fall over, and somehow that’s perfect too. It’s a way to relieve some of the tension in the room right now, but it’s over quickly when my hand reaches for my cock once again. It’s her turn to feel pleasure, but resisting the urge to stroke as she tosses away the last piece of clothing is inconceivable.
“You’re fucking perfect. Move your hand,” I command when her fingers flutter over the sensual roundness below her belly button. It’s clear she’s a little self-conscious, but that has no place in this room. “God, I want to lick you from head to toe. Every inch of this delectable body.”
She whimpers with need when I inch closer.
“Want my tongue on you, baby? Want my fingers in that greedy pussy of yours again? Need my attention focused on your tight little asshole?”
Anal play turned out to be a soft limit for her, but the thought of her squirming while I touch her there is intoxicating.
“Just your pussy tonight,” I assure her when her eyes widen. “And these fucking tits.”
The peaks of her nipples bud into tight points as my thumbs tease the pebbled flesh.
