Ravenous [FM] Part Three

My lover texts me the room number 216.

I text back, “Be naked. I’m almost there.”

Reaching the room, I knock on the door. No answer. I know it’s the right room. I knock again. No answer. I knock louder and the hotel maid looks up from down the hall. Embarrassed, I duck my head. “God, I wish he would open the door,” I think.

He finally opens up. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. I was in the bathroom.” He is wearing a white towel wrapped snugly around his trim waist. His chest hair is dark against his skin. He wraps me up in his arms and I just melt. I breathe him in. He smells so good. I can’t stay irritated for long. Our moments together are limited by being in an affair.

Secret lovers. Hidden texts. And, precious little time.

Touching my body gently, tracing my curves. “I like this,” he says gesturing to my yoga top. “Oh, I thought you’d like what I wasn’t wearing,” pulling my yoga leggings down to reveal no panties. Just my bare white plump ass.

“Oh God, yes,” he says. He grabs my ass and squeezes each cheek making me squeal. I whisper into his neck, “Oh, I need you.”

He pushes me backwards onto the bed. His towel flung aside, my clothes quickly pulled off of me. The shirt on the floor where I was standing and the yoga pants near the mattress.

He’s kissing me deeply. I’ve never had a man I like kissing more. There is something savage yet tender in his mouth. He wants me in a way that I have never been wanted before. Certainly, not by my husband.

“I masturbated this morning thinking about you and I’m still wet.”

“Let me see…” he says, kneeling on the carpet and latching onto my pussy. Reaching up to grab my large breasts and touch my pale nipples. My nips are inverted and stay flat mostly. Most lovers are too rough with them. He’s not. He’s gentle yet insistent.

He feasts on my pussy, blowing, licking touching me until my hips are buckling. I’m making involuntary groans and sighs. He sinks his hands under my ass and I love it. My hips are writhing hard against his head. My juices are all over his face. He’s groaning. I love hearing him turned on. I reach down to touch his head after I’ve cum again and again to whisper, “I need you to fuck me hard.”

I don’t want him to stop licking my clit but I need to feel him pounding me. Owning my pussy. In real life, we will never be each other’s partner, but in this hotel room…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bb258k/ravenous_fm_part_three