They had finally arrived at their hotel after countless delays during their travel. What he hoped would be a romantic getaway, was turning out to be a headache he hadn’t bargained for. He was hoping she wouldn’t notice his building frustration but she knew him better than he knew himself some days.
They checked into their room and sat for some time on the edge of the bed clinging to some sense of “catching their breath” after all the gate changes and running through too many airport terminals to count. She reached over to him and began to rub his neck pushing upward into his hairline, hoping to relieve some of his tension. He closed his eyes and relaxed into her as she trailed her hand across his skin and over the collar of his button down. Her hands met as his first button and methodically she undid them all and removed it from his body. She continued this with every stitch, kissing his skin, reminding him of her service.
She stood, observing his body wanting so desperately for him to claim her but knew how badly he needed this from her. How badly he needed to relinquish some control. She knew that his tense form had developed far before their trip today and that he needed her to dictate the next moments for once. She quickly realized their mistake in putting the bags on the bed and in wanting a seemless transition she guided him to the floor. “Sit here my love, lean against the bed as I disrobe for you.” He obliged, as his back melted into the side of the bed and his knees bent arms stretched out across them, hands meeting in the middle, clasped together. She noticed his muscles tighten and relax and again every part of her telling her mind, begging her mind to hurry along this display but for now she quieted that part of herself and continued to serve his needs.
He watched her every move, causing his own thoughts to flow, realizing curves and lines he’d not noticed before. Places on her body he couldn’t wait to explore, conquer, and claim. As she revealed parts of her body to him, his manhood began to stir and become stiff. Although he had began to relax from his stress, a new need for his muscles to become tense was washing over his frame. He steadied his mind as he continued to watch her and urged his patience take control. She bared everything to him and maintained an expert poise as she touched certain parts of her body hoping he’d enjoy her amateur show. The production came to a close, however, and her face took on a solemn tone as she lowered to meet him on the floor. She hesitated for a moment sitting on her knees with her feet tucked beneath her buttocks and she looked him in the eyes. Both of them had a burning desire to touch the other but refrained from doing so as these spinning seconds were necessary, their connection transcending words. Finally, she moved onto her hands and knees and knelt her head against the backs of his hands that had remained draped between his bent legs. Her mind, body, and soul was an offering to him and this communicated to him that she was his and could be used in anyway he needed.
He placed his hands on her cheeks and drew her face to his. In seconds, his stoic and dignified jaw transitioned into a devilish grin. He kissed her hard and pulled her body onto his own. He needed to feel her pulse quicken under his strength. He pulled her hair back, exposing her neck and trailed lips, tongue, and teeth over her jugular. He raised her off of him for just a second as he positioned his now fully erect cock below her and with no time at all he guided himself into her pussy. He observed her response and heard her breath catch as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin. She craved him inside of her and wanted nothing more than to be owned by him over and over again. Her mind reminding her that her patience was worth this pleasure.
He continued to move in and out of her but swiftly repositioned their bodies on the floor as he moved on top of her, spreading her legs wider with his own, pushing him deeper inside her womb. She moaned out begging him not to stop. He pinned her arms above her head with one hand and caressed her neck with the other; gripping tight and again feeling her pulse through her skin. She looked up at him and saw the dark fire reflected in his eyes and knew she was at his will until further notice. He continued to push himself into her, their bodies crashing together, becoming one. He could feel every ounce of her arousal as her body accepted his with more ease each time. The warmth between her legs coaxing his release over and over again. His mind in a battle of wanting to prolong this feeling and yet give in all at the same time. She flexed her muscles unexpectedly so and as he pushed into her once more he could no longer deny the invitation to surrender inside of her. He collapsed on top of her as he let out an animalistic growl and felt his cock pulse. He grabbed her by the hair once more and kissed her mouth, reminding her who she belonged to and setting the stage for what would come next.
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