“You’re…mmmfff…really…” he struggle s for words as we trip down the hall way trying to not let go of each other. He’s doing a great job string a sentence together with my tongue in his mouth. I try to walk backwards and let him look down for obstacles. He’s sooo tall. Looking in his eyes, I can barely see anything but the light from the smoke detector. Good to know they change the batteries, I think to myself as I trip over my heels.
He catches me instantly, his hand on the small of my back. “You okay?” He asks, eager to lean in for a kiss. I should say no. “With those big hands around, mmmffff, I’m gonna be fine.” The things we do for love…
“We’re in room 241, right?” He pulls away from me. Get back here and kiss-“Hey can we have our room back?” He’s been reading my mind all evening and now, NOW that he’s gotten his hands in my blouse to start talking to the maid? We’re not even in room 241 “I thought we got MMMMFF” finally kissing me just as I cross through the door. I knew he heard me.
“Yeah, the card says 242” he mutters as he searches for the clasps on my bra “I just like to smoke after sex” Pop “Ew, and so?” Pop “Well why do I care if this guy pays to have the room cleaned? I’m not about to pay” POP “extra if don’t have to.” I’d protest, but that last clasp finally lets my tits breath and Jesus I’ve been waiting all night for that.
He steps back to take his shoes off and I take the opportunity to survey the room. The vapors of the previous occupants fill my nose like I’m working as fry cook, hot oils and sweat saturating the air with a soft streak of silicone underlying it all. It made me so hot to think about what kind of lovers were here before us. Were they young? Had they known each other or was this a fling? Would we not get caught, or could… they join us…
SPRONG the mattress slaps against the frame as he flips it over. It’s almost as hot to watch his massive shoulders straddle the whole thing as it is to see that he cared about sanitary needs. I sit down on the side closest to me and grab his tie to bring him close.
“Show it to me” I shudder into his ear in anticipation. He unlatches his tacky oversized buckle from the top and I open his button fly moving up, sneaking a feel of him as I go. The ridge of his head slides against each of my fingers as he slowly drags it out of his pant leg.
He draws it out completely, and before he can lay a hand on me, I grab his thighs and hug him so I can just feel it lay along my cheek. It’s so warm and the way it moves all on its own, pouring out of him as he gets harder and bigger until it brushes past my ear.
I drop down beneath it, breathing deeply in through my nose at the base and letting the skin beneath it rest in my mouth against my tongue. To taste him, to smell him, to feel his warmth on me and his warmth for me makes me feel so safe and so beautiful… I drag the tip of my nose to his tip, and let him into my mouth completely. He curves down slightly, matching me from the inside. I reach between his legs and rub on his perineum, pushing him farther down my throat and closer to twitching, shuddering, and… going limp in my hands. I swallow and smile. “Your turn”
He dutifully kneels down, his hands eager to find me, his lips thirsty to worship me. I turned around and placed my knees on the mattress, and looked at him in the mirror. He didn’t look so tall anymore. He lifted up my skirt and shaped one hand to each of my thighs, his thumb and pinky reaching around and squeezing while his other fingers landed where my leg met my ooooooh… I love the way he digs his fingers into the crease and massages up and down.
I hear a sharp intake of breath behind me followed by a slow exhale of warm breath against my skin. He’d just shaved and his lips were like a velvet glove around his iron tongue lashing against me, opening my labia and openi… ing u… p my… oooooohhhhh…
My legs collapse and I fall forward, my arms dragging behind me. He reaches down and flips my on my back. “My turn” he says.
He rubs his urethra across my clitoris, his refractory period over and his shaft twitching with his pulse, getting harder by the beat. The head lightly tugs on my clitoral hood going down, and he repositions his hips and starts tapping his head against my vagina. I spread open just a little bit more and I’m just barely ready for him. His head stings a little, being thickest, but the pain fades and I just feel his warmth and his power.
He grabs my breast, engulfing it with his massive hand. “You’re so sexy” he says between grunts. His free hand slides along my leg and up my ribs, following my arm to interlock fingers with me. I feel so warm.
With each stroke, he goes a little deeper, until each time I feel his scrotum slap against me. “Faster!” I cry out, and he obliges. His head his opening me up completely and I’m pawing madly at the bed looking for a handhold. But there is no hand hold. There is only heat, building up inside me, burning my skin from the inside like a forge until I feel him start to…
“I’m… cumming” he gasps as his hands tremble. He fills me up until he drips out of me. I can feel each pump push more out, dripping down his balls and back onto me. To feel this layer of him and me mixed together between us was the last thing I felt before-
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU SMOKING IN OUR ROOM?!”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/757z0u/mf_cant_sleep_so_i_wrote_smut
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