His hand was on my back, I could feel that reassuring pressure as we walked through the crowd. I let him guide me towards the door, out of the bar.
We had planned this night for a week, looking forward to a little carefree rest and relaxation, a break from our busy lives. We had rented a room at a nearby hotel, letting ourselves drink and relax with abandon.
As we exited the crowded and noisy bar into the hot summer night air we fell into each other’s arms.
His hands going from reassuring to insistent, pulling my hips close to him as he kissed along my neck, his hot breath, soft kisses and the slightly prickly feeling of his 5 o’ clock shadow combined to send a shiver of pleasure down my body.
Pulling away and grabbing his hands I looked around the street, we were not alone. As late as it was we were in down town and so had many spectators to our lustful embrace.
I tilted my head forward touching his forehead as we laughed like teenagers. Holding hands, we turned and walked to our hotel.
Upon entering our room I quickly, although maladroitly, started shedding my clothes. Hearing him shut the door behind me I turned, still awkwardly undressing, to see his wide smile. A slight chuckle as he watched my tipsy attempt at nudity.
He walked forward giving me a steadying hand. As always, supportive.
I walked naked to the shower turning on the water. After a day in the heat and a couple bars full of strangers, I wanted to feel refreshed before climbing into the cool clean hotel sheets.
This was one of the classiest hotels I had ever stayed in. He really did know how to treat a lady…
This thought was running through my mind, water pouring over my face and down my body as I felt the cool air that meant the shower door had opened. I smiled as the warmth of his naked body pressed up against mine.
Seeing the water run over his chest, my hand drawing circles in the patch of damp hair I love, I rested my head on his shoulder, watching the soapy water run over our bodies. My breasts pressed to his chest, nipples erect, stimulated by the touch of his skin, outlined by the rivulets of water.
We stood, water washing over us, swaying together slightly as if to slow music. I had never felt this before, the absolute contentment of being loved, the comfort in the arms of someone who truly knew me.
We stepped out of the shower together toweling the water from our skin. His hair was messy, I reached up ruffling it, teasingly saying, “I like this look.” He responded with an exaggerated look up and down my naked body, adding a tiny eyebrow wiggle.
“I like this look too,” he said.
I huffed, rolling my eyes, but I couldn’t help but smile. He laughed, knowing that I love how into me he is.
I walked into the bedroom, standing at the bottom edge of the bed drying my hair looking around our room.
I could see him approach me in the mirror to the side of the bed, I took that moment to appreciate the sight of his naked body, my body warming at the sight, and the feeling of him pressing his body into mine from behind.
I expected to feel his arms around me in another gentle embrace, he evidently had something else in mind.
I felt his strong hand wrap around my throat from behind, not squeezing but firmly pressing my chin upward. Another hand holding my left breast my nipple between two of his fingers, squeezing. His touch somehow full of electricity. His lips close to my ear, saying as he gently ran his lips against my neck, ” You know I love you, and would do anything for you, but tonight, I am going to fuck you.”
His hand left my throat and pressed me forward as I gasped. I fell to my knees on the bed, a hand still pressing me down, hard enough that my face pressed firmly into the mattress.
One of his hands slid down my body, coming to rest firmly on my ass. He leaned over me, kissing my neck, then continued lower along my shoulder and back, kissing, lightly biting a path down my spine.
My whole body was alight. Fire seemed to be spreading down my back following the trail of his kisses. A harder bite on my ass caused a gasp and moan from me as his hand strayed forward between my legs.
“You like that?” He asked, although it sounded more a statement then a question.
All I could do is nod my head in response.
I was wet, from the second he had roughly pressed me to the bed I was ready for his touch. His hand moved along the outside of my pussy, teasing my clit, then pressing harder, stroking it with his palm, fingers entering me, feeling how wet I was.
He took his fingers out, putting them in his mouth to suck my juices from them.
“Mmm,” he said with a self-satisfied tone
I was starting to tremble with anticipation, my body longing for him, so when I felt his hard cock enter me it was as much a moan of relief as it was pleasure that escaped my lips.
His rhythm was slow, deep and hard, pulling slowly out until the head of his cock was almost out then pushing still deeper with every slow thrust.
In this way I could feel every inch of his shaft moving in and out, eliciting breathy moans from me. His hands grabbed my hips hard, his fingers definitely leaving prints in my soft white skin.
He sped up, his hand grabbed a fist full of my hair. Bringing me up on to my hands, he turned my head to kiss him. His mouth insistent, pressing hard against mine.
Being pulled higher allowed me to see the bed in the mirror in which I had previously seen him approach me. I could see my back arched, my hair still in his hand. I could see him pumping his hips into me.
He caught me looking at his amazing body, the muscles visible in his arms and back as he moved. I couldn’t help pushing myself back toward him, craving him deeper.
Our eyes locked in the mirror. He gave a wry, slightly predatory smile. I could feel myself further melt in pleasure under his gaze.
He let go of my hair, his hands pushing hard against my lower back, keeping my ass up in the air. He went higher above me going deeper and harder than before. His body over mine, his weight pushing me down.
His cock hitting my cervix with every thrust. His face touching my shoulder, I felt his teeth, not biting but sliding against my skin.
Leaning back again he began dragging his nails lightly down my back, again trailing what felt like electricity with his touch. All the while fucking me hard, deep, slower but still with a pace that left me breathless.
I could feel the pleasure building for me. His sounds of pleasure. He was taking from my body, sending me over the edge
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah, ohhhhh!” I said.
Beginning to cum, feeling my pussy squeezing his cock, I could feel his hands, his cock, every part of him touching me. Every touch brought ecstasy.
“Good girl,” he said.
Slowing down, he pulled out, turning me over on to my back, my body weak.
I could see his cock, shiny and wet from my pleasure. His hand again found my clit, gently teasing it as I moan, sensitive so soon after orgasm.
He smiled at my discomfort/enjoyment.
He knelt, pulling me by my thighs to him, my legs over his shoulders. I again felt him enter me. God, how could I have missed his cock inside me so much in the few seconds it was absent? I felt full and, somehow, whole again with him inside me.
He leaned forward, my knees coming close to my head as he again starts thrusting into me. His pace needy, fucking me hard, without concern.
I loved being able to see his face. His usually kind, smiling eyes, determined, intense, dangerous. This violence was new. The way he pinned me hard to the bed, I could feel his strength and knew I was no match, I was his and, surprisingly, this fact brought me incredible pleasure.
A slight, crooked smile appeared on my face
“More,” I said.
His response was an energetic moan of agreement as he began pounding hard into me.
“Yes!” I said over and over, begging him to keep going. He looked at me, his face serious. His pace starting to slow, he grabbed my face, cupping my chin, making me meet his eyes.
“I want you to cum for me,” he said, his voice quiet but commanding.
Then his hand moved to my throat, clasping firmly, not cutting off my air but restricting it just enough.
“Look at me,” he said and, with our eyes locked, my body began to shake. I shuddered as my entire body convulsed with pleasure. The orgasm came in waves, sweeping through my body. This pushed him over the edge and I felt his pace change with more demanding thrusts.
I felt his cock harden and begin pumping his hot sperm deep inside me. My body still shuddering with every slow thrust, my legs shaking.
I tried to maintain eye contact like I had been told, but I had closed my eyes when the pleasure had overwhelmed me.
I looked into his eyes now, questioningly, but happy.
He moved and lay his body beside mine. I could feel his heart beating, a hard counter rhythm to mine. Our hands slowly touched each other, tracing lines and patterns across skin. As our breathing returned to normal I turned to kiss him.
His usual smile back, his adoring eyes looked at me, but with a new, or maybe I was just newly aware of it, depth. A quiet intensity, that I was pleased and excited to find in my lover.
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