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Our footfalls resonate in a slightly chaotic rhythm in the stairwell as we walk up to the fifth floor. You wave your watch near the reader and a tinny beep and loud clank acknowledges that the door is now unlocked. I hold it with a grin as you fumble your mask back on. I follow, pushing my mask back up for the ubiquitous hallway cameras. You lead the way to your room, holding my hand. I find the gesture both endearing and intensely erotic. I want to stop you to ask if you are okay with all of this, but your quick pace and tight grip on my hand tells me all that I ever needed to know. We reach your room, and you open the door, pulling me in. Your eyes dance as you pull of my mask and then yours. The space between our lips collapse as you kiss me intently, pressing me against the door. The taste of you is a heady mix of cocktails and my semen. Our deep kiss is interrupted by the insistent pinging of the new normal. “Jesus fucking Christ,” you burr as we break our kiss, fishing for our phones. “How did people ever fuck before these goddamned notifications,” you enquire, your eyes meeting mine. I grin as I tap the menu granting consent for the night, met by a chime on your phone. “Well, Hannah, It took a successful wooly mammoth hunt and a few blood sacrifices back in the day,” I quip as I am met by your charming laughs.
We pause, facing each other, as if we were tottering over the edge from some great height. You are gorgeous and radiant. Your body is hidden mostly under your dark grey suit, but my hands have determined that you have a marvellous ass. Something that drives me far from control. My most romantic of impulses are inclined to slowly undress you, laying admiring kisses on your newly exposed skin. On the other side of the scale is years of pent up sex drive that has remained unrequited. I close the distance between us, and whispered “your turn” before wrapping you in my embrace. You whimper as our lips met again in a passionate kiss.
My left hand slides up your neck to cup your head, while my right hand finds your left thigh. Our lips part and our tongues explode like damned up water spraying from a breach. Our passion quickly becomes intoxicating as our pent up feelings of lust combine. I begin to hike up your skirt as our kiss becomes a slow waltz towards your suite’s bed. Your hands slide down and deftly work my belt buckle off. Without missing a beat, your fingers begin to unbutton my slacks. With an aggressive yank, you pull them down. My hand slides to the warm and wet spot between your legs as I trace and tease your outer lips. I step out of my slacks as we passionately and inexorably press on to your bed. I break our kiss and I ask you to sit on the mattress. You smile as you do, looking up at me with your deeply gorgeous eyes. Your eyes widen and your lips part as I kneel on the floor beside your bed, between your legs.
“I want to devour you Hannah,” I smile wickedly as I begin to peel your stockings off. You giggle and kick off your shoes, as your face flushes slightly red. I pull you close to the edge of the bed, your hands running through my hair. I kiss your right inner thigh, feeling your warmth against my lips. My kisses are slow and languid, as I part my lips to lick your exposed skin. I work my way up your thigh to the edge of your panties. Your grip on my hair tightens as I kiss your outer lips through your panties. I pause to whisper that “I want to taste your cum” before I kiss down your left thigh. This time I use my tongue more liberally, to tease you with what will happen once my mouth returns to your dew laden flower. I kiss your inner left thigh halfway down to your knee before kissing back upwards. I reach your panties and I rub my lower lip against the crotch of them. You shudder and sigh as my warm breath washes over your clit through your panties. My hands slide to your hips until I find the waistband of your panties and begin to pull them down. You arch your back as I slide them over your ass. I lick my lips and look into your eyes as I pull them off. Your flower lies before me, neatly shaved. You flush again, as I lock eyes with you and run my tongue slowly over your inner lips, stopping short of your clit.
“Scoot back,” I ask you as I prepare to climb on the bed. You push back far enough to let me crawl onto the mattress. I ask you to spread your legs as I draw my face near your pussy. Your breath quickens as I hover my lips a few millimetres over your vulva. My eyes meet yours as I lick your vulva like a ice cream cone, my tongue approaching your clit. You tremble and moan “fuck” as your hands again find their way to my hair. My tongue traces an u shape, bracketing your clit with a trail of my saliva mixed with your wetness. I swirl my tongue down to the entrance of your pussy, eager to slide it into you, to taste you. I rim your entrance with the tip of my tongue and then thrust it wholly into you. I am met by your crescendoing moans. I tauten and swirl my tongue inside of you, seeking those places which elicit the loudest moans. I don’t stop, twisting my tongue and exploring ceaselessly as I taste the earthy, salty-sweet of your desire. I grab your waist as your writhe in pleasure, nearing peak. I slide my tongue out and lick back upwards to your swelling clit.
“You motherfucker,” you moan deeply in the throes of passion. My tongue caresses your folds as I slide a finger into you, slowly. I feel your entrance tremble as I curl it up inside of you, toward the underside of your clit. My mouth alternates between bracketing your clit with my tongue and sucking it. Your hands fly to the duvet as you begin to grasp handfuls of it. I slide in a second finger into you and slowly fingerfuck you, picking up the pace as your moans get louder and your writhing becomes more desperate. I use the tip of my tongue to flick your clit as my fingers curl in and out of you, making soft wet smacks. Between broad licks, taut flicks, and hungry sucking, your clit never quite knew what was next. Soon a torrent of moans punctuated by throaty “fucks” emerges from your open lips as your back arches. I stroke your g-spot while working your clit with my mouth and tongue. I feel your walls clamp my fingers as the moment slams into you like a thousand exploding stars. With a keening moan you surrender to pleasure as your juices flood my fingers. I continue to rub your g-spot and you squirt, bathing my face in your salty pleasure. Your breathing is ragged as I slowly pull my fingers out of your quivering entrance. I slowly lift myself up, crawling over you to place a kiss on your lips. You return my kiss with one that is soft, but deeply passionate. Your eyes are brimmed with tears, as I caress your hair and kiss them away.
I lay beside you and you lean into me. I wrap my arm over you and hold you close. You shift and draw closer, taking the place of the little spoon to my big spoon. I kiss your neck and ear, content to enjoy the moment with you. After a few minutes your voice breaks the silence. It is soft and vulnerable. “Please don’t leave tonight,” you implore, each syllable becoming a little more insistent. I squeeze you closer. *This is so wrong, yet this is so right*; I don’t think I could even imagine going to the empty silence of my room. I whisper into your ear that “I’m not going anywhere as long as we take breakfast up in my room in the morning.” You turn and smile a pure smile at me, “deal,” you said with a tinkling giggle that melts my heart. To punctuate the deal, your zaftig ass grinds against my boxers. “We have unfinished business,” you say in a hoarse whisper.
In the span of a breath, I find myself on my back with you straddling on top of me. You take off your blazer and blouse as I rub your thighs under your skirt. You lean closer to me as you undo your bra. Your breasts pour out. They are small, but pert with erect nipples. The kind of breasts that elicit a primeval visceral response that you notice straight away. “Oh, somebody likes these,” you tease as you grind my swollen cock through my boxers. You lift your hips and slide your right hand down to fish my cock through the flap of my boxers. With a grin, you slide it into your wet pussy and I gasp. You lean down to kiss me as you take my length into you, grinding your hips up and down to slide my member in and out of your canal. My hands slide to your ass and caresses it as you break our kiss to ride me. I watch you as you mount me, your hands on your breasts, squeezing your nipples. You fuck me with reckless abandon. I moan, lost in the moment of you. You begin to moan loudly as I feel your pussy clamp on my cock as you shudder and cum loudly. I look into your eyes as you lean back down and kiss me. You whisper, “I need your cum in me,” and as if anticipating my question, “I’m on the pill.”
I grab your waist and begin to thrust into you. Your eyes widen as you bite your lip. You lean back up, your hands in your hair so I can watch your breasts jiggle with each thrust. “Fuck me, baby” you purr as I feel a tingling at the base of my feet. Your hips meet my thrusts, taking me as deep as you can. Warm ropes of fire shoot up to my thighs and into my balls as you begin to twist your hips. I open my mouth to moan your name as lightning illuminates my bones and a searing fire erupts deep into you. You milk every bit of my cum out of me with your tight pussy as your eyes laugh as your name becomes my mantra punctuated by each of our thrusts.
You lie on top of me for a long time, our bodies combined and our juices mixing. I feel a pang of guilt and a flash of anger for not being able to experience this for so long. You lie your head on my chest and we slowly drift into a post coital fugue entangled together. Our heartbeats slow with our breath. Your thoughts are opaque, but i do not want to break the moment. Your breath is soft against my chest. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” you whisper with a sound that is almost a hollow silence. I wrap my arms tightly around you, to remind you that it’s not. I kiss the top of your head. “This is very real, “ I softly intone, “more real and more alive than I have felt in a very long time.” You get up slowly, and lay next to me. We stare into each other’s eyes and begin to share our deepest secrets. I feel that I have recklessly dove off a cliff, but in this recklessness, *I feel alive.*
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