You can blame him for the cheesy title. He said it to me while we were lying naked in a post-coital haze, and I had just told him I’d likely be in London later this summer. “Can’t wait for the London post – ‘The very special relationship,’” he said. I caught his eye initially with a [cleverly titled RAOMD post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bh7qa3/fucking_a_hot_brit_m_in_my_manhattan_hotel_room/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app), and this was the second time we were getting together.
Our schedules didn’t align the two evenings I was in town. When he proposed a morning tryst, I blocked my calendar and eagerly awaited the final morning of the trip. He instructed me to be showered and in nothing but a towel or robe when he arrived. Ever the rule follower, I complied. The clock passed 7:30, his planned arrival time. I was a ball of nervous sexual energy, my pussy throbbing already.
When I heard the knock at the door, I jumped up to answer. I pulled it open to find him dressed for work: slacks, button down, blazer, trench coat. He breezed past me into the room with a casual “hello”. I shut the door and a bit flustered, turned to face him. He quickly turned back around and moved quickly on me, pushing me roughly against the door. His mouth on me, his hands on my body and finding my pussy. I was instantly overwhelmed, every nerve ending firing in reaction to his touch.
He calmly pulled back and asked me to help take off his jacket. He is a true dom, and in moments like this, more than others, it shows. I grin and slip off and hang his jacket and then his blazer dutifully. As soon as it’s off, he grabs me by the arm and pulls me across the room to the chaise in front of the open window where he throws me backward onto it. “You like New York watching, don’t you?” It was a redundant question. He knew the answer was yes.
He was on me again in a second. This time, his hand went straight to my pussy, his fingers slipping inside me. I knew what he wanted and that he’d have no trouble taking it. I felt the build and knew it was happening. And then he wiped my own juices all over my naked body. A few more rounds of that combined with his mouth on my clit, and he started pulling his clothes off, including his shirt, now splattered with his prize for making me squirt. As I pulled down his pants and boxers, I went to my knees, eager to have him back in my mouth. He only allows me a brief time servicing his cock and balls before he orders me to stand. “I need to be inside you.”
I bend over the chaise and feel him slip his cock into my soaking pussy. He’s looking out the window, searching for those who may be watching. I have my head turned the other way. There is a giant mirror on the other side of the bed, and we are perfectly positioned so I can see his sexy, athletic body standing behind me, taking my pussy however he wanted it. It was primal: I needed to be taken by him desperately. Feeling his body next to mine, his heavy breathing in my ear, this was what I had been waiting for all week.
On my knees, on his knees, prone. We fucked in front of the window for a while, both hoping somewhere in the hotel across the street, other people were catching a glimpse.
He ordered me to the bed. He laid down and I started rubbing his cock with my hand. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I have plenty this time.” (See: minibar incident from round 1.) I pulled off the condom and went down on him again. My tongue tracing the length of his cock. My mouth swallowing all of him while flashing my dark eyes up at his face, catching his eye and giving a sly grin with him still fully filling up my mouth. One hand firmly cupping his balls or stroking his cock behind my mouth.
He instructs me to get another condom. He laid me back and made me squirt again. And then he slipped his delicious cock back inside me.
One of my favorite things about Peter (aside from the fact that he is a super hot British guy), is his creativity in bed. I am no stranger to sex. In just two meetings, however, he has put me into positions I had never tried, or imagined, frankly.
I cum again. I’ve lost count at this point. And I can tell he’s getting close too.
He pulls out of me, strips off the condom, and stands over me. A few pumps of his hand on his own cock and he sprays my face and chest with his cum. He collapses next to me on the bed.
I check the clock. 45 minutes until I need to get ready for work…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bp56au/the_very_special_relationship_peter_round_2_part