Late Nights... Early Mornings...

“I just want to please you, it pleases me,” he says followed by a shoulder kiss in the restaurant booth we’d been in for a while now.

The flirting won’t stop like the Cabernet that keeps getting ordered. Leaning in closely notes of cologne fill my nostrils, fuck he smells good; cutting a side he asks about my plate clearly making light conversation in comparison to the nasty things said just moments ago over shared plates. I nodded with lust in my eyes, he’ll he’d been a gentleman all night and it just added on to it like foreplay. Reading me he waves for the check, scribbling away then letting me out the booth. Guided by hand and lead out the space full of lovers we jump into the taxi heading to the hotel in silence letting the tension build.

Stepping outside into the cool breeze infant of our destination the night is perfect as the doorman gives us access to the beautifully decorated hotel on the riverwalk; A warm gust meets us in the entry way and down the hallway we go to the elevator accessed only with key card. Safe some say, annoying others but whatever - we start up to the top floor. I walk up to him as it hums, heels a theme song as my chest meets his own in an attempt to let my passion be felt. Two hands rub up my round ass and meet at my tiny waist, he lets out a sigh of relief as the the elevator rings to our floor.

“you ready?”

Reaching back to guide across the threshold I giggle in agreement as im lead down the vintage themed corridor to our door. Stepping into the room overlooking the city, the curtains remain open as he steps into the bedroom and I into the bedroom to get comfortable. Infront of the bed I drop my little black dress, leaving my two piece red thong set, black stockings and heels as my choice of pajamas. Admiring my reflection in the mirror, my stockings slip. Adjusting them two hands land on my shoulders softly sending surges up my spin and stomach freshly hatched butterflies.

A kiss on the back of my neck and my bra falls to feet; another and then my g string follows displaying puddle in center showing the nights anticipation. I sit on the edge of the plush bed leaning on my hands admiring the scene. Dropping to his knees, those hands spread my knees. Opening my pedals to show a stem drenched in glorious dew.

As if in a psychosis, pulling my divine universe into his hungry portal, a whisper that almost sounded pleading rang out

“where have you been all my life?”

The hungry voice drowned out in creator nectar.

Whimpering and gasping its never felt better; Pleasure uncaged and no longer changed by modesty my hips move in sequence.

- disconnected

- what’s happening?! My mind shifts and caught off guard by insertion of thickness.

Fuck it feels good as my body adjusts hungrily for every sliding move, my hands rubbing in unison as if they were part of a symphony.

- disconnecting. Again??!

Breathless my eyes open to his very own staring deeply, mouth parting to say his goal.

“I want you to cum big for me,” following by a kiss covering any protest I had.

The rose petal colored lips meet my divine again to grasp pearl, swollen and ready to make a show already to the highest bidder. This time I waste no not it, grinding and thrusting taking advantage of the opportunity. Fuck I feel welling. Secret, keep it a secret this time Im getting to it with no interruptions.

Grinding, grunting; Hips rolling like thunder during rainy season ready to cater to crops that will feed nations.

Without word he knows, clit stiffened with each intentional lick oh he knows.

“Can I-“

“Mmhmmmm, mmmmmm,” he coaxes.

My legs lock and hips too, a scream escapes as my eyes roll back its too intense and too far to stop now. My tunnel releases its warm git, him receiving every drop of it I heard deep gulps mixed with moans in the distance. The fog clears, ribs stop caving and stars stop swaying as kisses get planted on my inner thigh.

“Damn I was thirsty…”