Hotel Sex After A Six Month Dry Spell, part 3 [m22/f20]

“You awake?”

I shifted and grumbled some response that I’m sure was not convincing in any way. I would later see that it’d only been an hour since I wrapped us under the blankets and shut the light off, but earlier exertions had clearly taken a toll on us.

“Roll over,” Rey whispered, slightly pulling on my arm.

I rolled onto my back and she immediately slid her body half on top of me, rubbing my chest while kissing down my neck. Regardless what my earlier state was, her warm, naked body tangling into mine had me wide awake. I let my hands drift up from her thighs, spreading my fingers out wide to feel her amazing ass, her toned back, up to her shoulders and finally sliding my fingers through her hair.

She nipped at my neck and I hissed. She drew back, rubbing her nose along mine with a wicked grin on her face.

“You’re not done yet.”

With that, she sank lower and lower, letting her hair drag along my chest and stomach. Then her incredible lips enveloped the head of my cock and sank straight down my shaft. Only half hard at this point, she was able to take all of me straight to the base and I gasped. My fingers grabbed handfuls of hair and I shouted.

“God, fuck! Oh fuck!”

I may have mentioned in passing, Rey doesn’t like giving head, and rarely does. She also hates tasting herself on my lips after I go down on her. She -also- obviously never tastes cum since she rarely sucks for more than a minute or two. Now, not only had she wrapped those perfect lips around my dick twice in one night, she was currently sucking our combined cum off of my entire length. I don’t know if she was aware or if she’d forgotten, but I certainly wasn’t going to bring it up. In fact, the sheer knowledge that she was, as far as I know, tasting both her cum and a man’s for the first time had my head spinning.

She continued to bob up and down on me while I hyperventilated above. I honestly don’t know what sounds or obscenities escaped me, as all I could think about was her tongue licking my cum covered cock like a popsicle, her lips sucking her own delicious juices (which I couldn’t get enough of) off of me like a pro.

Finally, she let up, letting my now mythically hard rod slip from her lips. I wanted so badly to pull her by her hair and force my tongue into her mouth to taste her own sweet-spiced cum on her lips, but she grabbed my hand before I could and held it fast.

“My turn,” She smiled, biting her lip as she lined me up

She took me by the inch. First, just running my head between her lips, clearly wanting some payback for my delaying earlier. Before too long, she’d sunk down around my head, gripping just my tip with her tight pussy before pulling back up. Then, down another inch, gasping as she felt my crown enter her, and slowly slipping just past the most sensitive part of my cock. Whether she knew it or not, for a second she just stayed there, her muscles gripping me in a ring right at that special place that made me quiver. Then she pulled up again. Sinking down one more time, she took me half way in, just enough for me to really feel like I was inside of her, to feel her body moving around me, but making me die to push deeper. Before I could, she pulled up one last time. This time, when she sank slowly down my slick cock, she took me all the way to the hilt.

She arched her back, letting go of my wrist to cup both of her breasts. She started grinding on top of me, slowly at first, just shifting forward and back. She began squeezing her boobs, rolling her nipples between her first two fingers.

“Fuck,” she gasped quietly, speeding up her movements.

She began grinding her clit directly onto me, and I savored the subtle friction of my cock barely shifting, buried deep in her wet core.

Her hands dropped to my shoulders, then raked her nails down my chest. She was grunting with every thrust now, and her face was screwed up tight with pleasure. I could feel her arms and legs tense, and she willed herself to keep moving. She began digging her nails into my stomach right in front where she was grinding, trying dearly to hold on.

Finally, she bolted straight up, pulling her nipples so far out that I was afraid she would hurt herself, and screamed as she came on me. I felt her cunt grip the base of me rapidly, tensing with her thighs and abs over and over.

Finally, she crawled her way down to laying on top of me, my rigid cock still buried in her. She nestled her face into my chest and I took a minute to feel her shiver and to kiss the top of her head. I held her tight through the aftershocks, loving the feel of her sweat-damp body on mine.

When she finally seemed to calm down, I gently rolled us over. I kissed her cheek and then her forehead. She wrapped her arms around me and sighed contentedly.

“I love you,” I said, drawing back enough to see her beautiful blue eyes in the dark room.

She smiled up at me. “I love you too.”

We kissed passionately, happy to have the freedom to be intimate again.

Finally, I drew back and sat up, still fully inside of her.

“You know,” I said, “I owe you an apology.”

Her eyes narrowed skeptically. “Why would you possibly need to apologize?”

“Because,” I grinned, rubbing my hands up her thighs, up her stomach, and finally cupping her breasts, “In all of the excitement earlier, I have completely neglected these amazing tits.” I began kneading them, careful to “accidentally” brush over her nipples occasionally, each time making her jump.

Her only response was to gasp. I smiled, watching her throw her head back and forth. I bent down, taking one nipple gently into my mouth, licking it softly, teasingly. I pulled back just far enough to blow lightly on it, feeling it harden and graze my lips. She sighed, pulling my head back down. I did what I was told, smiling around her nipple while I began making slow, lazy circles around her areola, spiraling my way slowly into the center where I would twist my tongue around her nipple a few times before moving back out. All this time my other hand was still gently massaging her other breast, my thumb running circles around her nipple in time with my tongue.

I knew that her breasts were very sensitive, and I knew that she loved having them played with, but I had no idea how much. Before I knew it, her legs were wrapped around my waist, pulling me into her in a vain attempt to get me to fuck her. I was already buried all the way inside of her though, and I loved feeling her cream all down my length while I slowly, luxuriously bathed her breasts with my tongue.

When I noticed how she was reacting, I changed from one nipple to the other, letting my hand drift up to take over where my mouth had been. Again, I licked her tortuously, slowly letting her get accustomed to my tongue on her areola, then going around and around her hard nipple, matching my tongue and my thumb’s actions.

Her breathing started to get labored. I could practically hear her biting her lip. I could feel her tensing around my cock, feel her slipping and sliding along the only half inch she could manage while my hips pinned hers to the bed.

Suddenly, I switched the direction my tongue was circling, and she gasped. I couldn’t help but grin into her breast. She shivered under me, goose bumps rising on her skin. One of her hands trailed down to my mid back and clawed its way back up to the base of my skull.

I went back to her other breast, allowing my fingers and thumb to pinch her nipple, applying just the very slightest pressure to it. I slowly shifted one finger over the other with her nipple between them, then back again.

I could hear her teeth chattering, and her breath became a deliberate, slow, deep pant. Her legs around my waist were struggling as hard as they could to get any friction, any amount of my cock to slip deeper.

I held my body completely still, focused on gently building her as high as I could. And I found out that was pretty high.

I started to slowly flick my tongue right over her nipple. Not hard, just a lazy back and forth, and then a few minutes later up and down.

For someone who was virtually pinned beneath me, she wriggled an awful lot. Her hands dug themselves into my hair, her nails raked down my back over and over before grabbing handfuls of any part of me she could reach. Her thighs tightened around my waist so much that I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to.

She grunted above me. “Oh!” Pant. “Gah!” Gasp. “I’m–”

Taking me totally by surprise, she seized, clutching onto me, shaking in rhythm with my tongue, contractions shocking her whole body. Her molten pussy had been stoked to boiling, and I could feel it drenching me, rolling halfway down my thighs. I didn’t let up the whole time.

When she finally settled back down, her body twitching violently with each pass of my tongue, I let up. I smiled up at her, my head cozy between her breasts. She had her hands covering her face, still breathing deeply.

“That’s new.” chuckled behind her hands.

“I’ll say.”

Her hands dropped half way, covering her mouth.

“Hey,” I smiled, “I love you.”

She dropped her hands to my face, pulling me up into a deep kiss.

“I!”

Kiss.

“Love!”

Kiss.

“You!”

Kiss.

I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling goofily and staring into her eyes. “So.” I said.

“So.” she said.

“You ready?”

Her eyes narrowed again. “For what?”

In a flash, I grabbed her arm and spun her over onto her stomach, making her shriek. I pulled her onto all fours and slammed my cum covered cock straight into her with a swift ‘smack’. Her head shot back and she let out a guttural shout. I took the opportunity to grab a fistful of her hair and began hammering into her with all of my might.

She shouted syllables that added up to nothing, balling up the comforter in her fists and raising it to her face to bite into. She cried out with every rapid thrust. Every time my hips slapped her ass and my balls slapped her clit, she shouted into the blanket clenched in her teeth.

I let her hair go and her face fell straight into the pillows, pulling as many as she could reach to bury her face in before letting out a long, sustained, thankfully muffled scream.

I grabbed both of her wrists, pulling them back to my waist and using them as leverage to pull her back into me, fucking her even harder now.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckgodfuckohfuckgod…” an endless stream came from her while I drove myself into her with every bit of speed and might that I could. I envisioned myself slamming her clit every time, pounding her uterus each time my cock speared into her. I knew that this would be the last time we fucked tonight. Hell, with the way the last semester went, it could be the last time I fucked her for the next six months.

So I wanted to make sure she felt this fucking deep inside of her every single day for the next six months.

I let go of her wrists and pushed her waist down fucking her straight into the mattress as hard as possible. She clawed at anything and everything in sight while I pinned her down and abused her incredible, hot, tight, drenched pussy.

Finally, I felt it coming. I absolutely did not relent, or pace myself, or slow down. I kept fucking Rey with every ounce of my strength, screaming at the top of my lungs at two o’clock in the morning as I slammed one last time as deep as I possibly could into her and pumping her cunt with what felt like every ounce of cum in my body.

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