As we stood in the obscuring shadows of a recessed doorway, I slid my hand up under her dress, finding the hot, smooth skin of her inner thigh. As my fingers crept higher, I felt the moist heat of her arousal.
“Fuck yes,” she whispered. I found her center and caressed her through her panties, and she groaned.
“Let’s get…to the hotel,”’she whispered as I caressed her. “I wore…special panties.”
We were young lovers, home from college, still believing we were meant for each other, still incredibly hot for each other, still really good at fucking each other’s brains out.
We’d gone out for an early dinner in a small German village near where our families were stationed. I had known her father still demanded a midnight curfew, so I had planned an early dinner and booked a hotel room. I wanted plenty of time and privacy to enjoy her tight , toned, swimmer’s body and the delightful and arousing sounds she made when we made love.
I kissed her hard, sucked her bottom lip between mine , and released it. I kissed my way up her neck to her ear, inhaling the scents of perfume and shampoo. God, I found everything about her intoxicating.
I growled into her ear, “I want people in the hotel hallway to hear you call my name and think about how well I must be fucking you.” She moaned again and pulled me out of the doorway and down the sidewalk.
A few minutes later, we entered the hotel and made our way upstairs, taking every opportunity to kiss and grope at each other.
As soon as we entered the room, I pushed her up against the door and kissed her with every ounce of passion in me. I ran my hands up and down her body, cupped a breast through her dress, and squeezed — gently at first, and with a bit more force as I found a hardened, aroused nipple beneath my palm.
She moaned into my mouth but then pushed me away. With a dark, lustful look in her eyes, she reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, then dropped her dress to the floor.
She stood back, her lithe, tanned body on display. All 5’6”, 130 lbs, green eyes, chestnut-brown, more than shoulder-length, wavy hair…and she was wearing a white lace demi-bra and lacy, white string bikini panties.
She knew I had a weakness for string bikini panties — the way the two strings holding the front and back together made it all feel precarious and vulnerable and hot. I couldn’t wait to tear them off.
She grinned at me when she saw my reaction. I dove back in, kissing her hungrily, running my hands all over her beautiful body. I spun her around and pulled her to me, briefly admiring the view of her pert ass contained in white lace. I put a hand on her neck, kissed it from behind, then kissed my way down to her shoulder. I pushed the thin straps of her bra off her shoulders, then cupped her breasts from behind. She groaned again, “yesss, baby….” I unfastened her bra and cupped her naked breasts as it hit the floor. I found her nipples and rolled them between my fingers, occasionally pinching them. She gasped each time, driving me wild. I spun her back around and buried my face in her chest, trailing kisses all over her breasts and sucking her nipples into my mouth. Fuck, I loved the texture and taste of her.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I set her down gently on the featherbed mattress. She looked at me with hazy, sex-drunk eyes and reclined on the bed. I stood back and stripped off all of my clothes, then crawled up the bed to her. Our tongues tangled as we kissed. I loved her taste. I broke the kiss, and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She whispered back, “Yes, baby. Make it hot. Fuck me hard.”
I began to move downward then, kissing and caressing and kissing every bit of naked flesh I could affix my lips too. Along the way, I ground my hard cock into her, feeling her own swollen arousal through her panties. She moaned and moved her hips to accommodate me.
When I reached her panties, I kissed my way along the waistband, then down one lacy border along the cleft of her thigh. She moaned and writhed. I pushed my tongue onto her lace-covered center, and she yelled, “Pleaaasee!”
“Please what,” I asked with a chuckle.
“Please FUCK me! I need it!”
I grabbed her panties and tore them off, then mounted her and pushed deep inside her.
The feeling of her was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Hot, silky, wet, muscled, heavenly.
I moved slowly at first, making sure she was fully ready. As she opened to me, I began to move faster, pistoning into her, harder, harder, harder, popping in and out of her audibly.
She moaned and gasped and yelled and clutched at my head, my shoulders, my back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she yelled. “Oh, God you’re hitting it! Don’t stop!” She raised her legs high in the air, and I was treated to the sight of her feet and legs flopping around mindlessly as I thrusted ever harder deep inside her.
A minute later, her eyes got wide and she clutched at me, yelling “Oh baby, Oh God, I’m cumming!” That was enough for me, I had worked hard to hold back, but now I pounded into her harder rhan ever, then began to pulse deep inside her.
She arched her back and screamed, then did it again, and collapsed under me. I finished cumming and dropped to the bed next to her, panting.
There are fewer better moments than knowing you have fucked your woman really well and brought her pleasure. I looked at her, a panting, sweaty mess, her hair matted to her neck and forehead. She smiled at me and out a hand on my cheek. “That was so, so good, baby.”
And then she said, “I think I even have time to ride you before we have to go.”
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