Traffic was a bitch and I pulled into the valet 23 minutes late. I chastised myself for never planning to get the fuck out of the office fast enough for date night. Then I told myself Liz is patient and she won’t care. She’s probably looking hot by the bar throwing eyes at men who are ogling her tits. Not that I blame them. She has good game like that, and nice tits for that matter.
Finally into the damn bar, I waded through the crowd to our usual spot, and sure enough, there she was getting attention from several attractive younger fellows. “Jokes on you, fools.” I thought as I rolled up like I owned the place.
“Hey baby,” I pronounced probably louder than I needed to as I leaned in and kissed her neck. “Show’s over kids.” They turned back to their beers as I leaned Liz back and we locked tongues.
“It’s about fucking time,” she said around my kiss.
“I know… I know… I’ll definitely make it up to you when you’re nice and drunk.”
“Oh really? What will I do when I’m drunk?” she retorted. We always play this little game.
“You’ll strip off the nothing you have on under that dress and you’ll fuck my brains out.” I didn’t miss a beat.
“Busted!” she admitted. Our usual.
Neither of us focused on the 3ish drinks we had after that. I don’t think my hand left the small of her back. For that matter, I don’t think I spent much of the time I wasn’t drinking, not plastered to her lips. We might have been a little sloppy, but who the fuck cares? This is pre-game and we were *hot.* I tried to slip a hand up between her legs but she swatted me away and bit my lip. Oh, it’s SO game on when we get to the room.
We had enough of the crowd, paid our tab, and worked our way out of the bar. The hotel lobby was cool and quiet and I loved the sound of her heels on the marble. I made a mental note to keep them on when I dropped her dress. I always liked that look.
Room 907 looked like all the other rooms we’ve had in this place. I love date night. She dropped her clutch purse and hit the bathroom to “freshen up.” Someday I’ll understand what a woman does when she “freshens up.” My cock was already swollen from the totally obnoxious makeout session at the bar. I took off my jacket, tie, and shoes and socks and laid back on the bed. We never turn the sheets down. Might as well make a mess on the comforter. Maybe that’s rude, but fuck it, we’re paying for this shit.
She knows what I like and she slinks out of the bathroom with a fresh application of lipstick and a oh-so-naughty gleam in her eyes. My girl wants to get fucked. I’m so happy to oblige.
Strutting to the bed she lifts her dress over her head in a smooth motion. She’s naked underneath, as predicted. She doesn’t even think of kicking off her heels. Good girl. Her tits shake and I can’t wait to put my hands on her ass on top of me. I love to spread her out while she rides me. It gets me deeper and gets exactly the reaction I love. I’m an auditory, ummm, learner?
In a smooth motion she hops the bed and straddles me. She grabs my wrists and pins them behind my head on the pillow while she bites her lower lip and lowers her face to mine. Then she stops and stares into my eyes with lust. I love when her hair falls this way, framing her face in the lamp light. I smile because we didn’t close the shades. I hope some poor fucker is working late across the street. He’ll probably jerk off under his desk for us.
I have no hands. She’s in charge. She charges my mouth and sucks my tongue into action. Just enough bite to hurt a little bit and holy shit I’m so fucking ready. She grinds her pussy against my hard cock and her tits against my chest. God I want to feel her skin. And for fucks sake we just added to our drycleaning bill again.
She lets my wrists go but I don’t move a muscle. She works her lips down my neck while she unbuttons my shirt in a clean motion. One… two….three… pop, pop, pop. The shirt’s open and it’s down to my belt while she kisses and licks down my chest. Damn she’s so sensual.
It’s probably been 90 seconds but fuck I love this. There’s no time to waste and she tosses my belt and loses my button and zipper. Unmounting she pulls my pants off in one motion. We’ve done this enough times that we have the dance down. My pulsing hard cock thumps against my abs and we’re equally naked.
Now it’s my turn. We’re good switches. I leap forward and pin her perpendicular to the pillows, spreading her legs with mine and tilting just enough to run my hand down her wet slit while we lock tongues again. She gets so fucking wet. I love it. Hot, wet, and ready… all the time when we’re together. This is what we do.
I switch my mouth to her nipples as she moans and gropes my head, pushing me down between her tits, arching her back into my eager mouth. I’ve got two fingers plunged inside her, up and hooked, tracing counter clockwise circles on her special spots inside while my palm compresses her clit.
I release myself, sit up and eye her. She’s panting. She’s ready. But I’m not done yet. I love eating her pussy too much to fuck her yet. Besides she’s so tight after I make her cum that I can’t help myself from feasting on that perfect little slut between her legs.
Never stopping my finger dance, I dive into her clit with my tongue, matching the circles slowly, mixing in left/right and up/down flicks to keep her guessing. My fingers flex up and in, deeper and seeking, matching her audible reactions when I get the touch perfect.
It doesn’t take long before I’m using my other forearm to hold her down to the bed because she’s bucking so hard as her moans and yelps grow to the volume I love. I’m going to shatter her. She’s going to see stars. I don’t stop until her legs buckle and her pelvis shivers. She almost sounds like she’s going to cry, but I know it’s a whimper of bliss. This isn’t my first time at the Liz show and I revel in her orgasmic explosion on my mouth.
On date night there are no kids. There are no jobs. There is only us, and we get mother fucking carnal. It’s time to fuck and it’s going to get *frantic*.
I don’t even let her recover before I’m up on my knees again, my face wet from her cum. My cock is absolutely ready to explode but not before I ravage her. She’s mine. She deserves this. Multiples to my one every time. That’s all I’ll accept.
She knows what’s about to happen and she looks into my eyes with a fire that says, “Bring it.” while she spreads her legs. I love that she still has the heels on. She’s so wet that I slide into her like we used a whole bottle of lube. I want to go slow to savor every inch but she’s having none of it and she claws my back with her nails, pulling me down to devour my tongue as my cock disappears balls deep inside her. Now it’s my turn to see stars.
“Oh Fuck!” I let loose as she wraps her legs around me, thrusting me deeper. I’m still in awe of this woman’s body after all these years.
We’re grinding and pulsing together. Hands everywhere. Groping, pulling, scratching. I don’t think I’ve inhaled air in 20 minutes that didn’t come from her hot breath. Time slows and we’re one, building and building together.
But it’s not time yet. As the movement slows, she throws me off with a force that surprises me and I roll down to the pillows. Before I know it she’s mounted me, lowering herself onto me, taking me deeper than I can possibly hope.
She grinds her clit down on me while she thrusts and now… now, it’s time. I feel her pussy muscles tighten. I’m reaching the brink. I’m so close. I spread her with my hands gripped tight on her ass cheeks. She thrusts down, rakes my chest with her nails, and howls while I pump wave after wave into her pulsing pussy.
There are no words. There is only panting, wasted, outlandish, sweaty… bliss as I feel my cum run out of her onto us, and onto the comforter. I can’t wait until next time.
It’s date night, bitches. This is what we do.
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