I arrived at the hotel room right on time. I’m pretty punctual like that. Endorphins are coursing through me. I’m wet and have been for a while. I knock on the door, butterflies in my stomach, and subconsciously hold my breath.
He’s there. He opens the door and smiles. I like his smile. He doesn’t do it enough though. All he has to do to turn me on is smile at me.
The door closes behind me and I smile back. I’m always very happy to see him. “Hi!” I say cheerfully. I want to reach for him immediately. Put my arms around his neck and pull him in for one of the best kisses I’ll ever have. But I don’t. I tell him to go sit down on the bed, and with a gentle poke to his chest, move him in that direction.
Following him there, my eyes focused on his face, I fall to my knees and start removing his shoes. He’s watching me. I’m not moving very fast. I want to, believe me. I want to jump on him. Devour him with my hands and mouth and tongue. My whole body. But I will wait.
Eventually, I’ll get his socks off his feet. I’ll rub his feet and relax them a little. Slowly, my hands drift northward, up his calves, to his thighs, exploring through his pants every inch of his legs. Pushing him back to lie down, I lean forward and remove his belt. “Let me…” he says, thickly, but I shush him with another beaming smile.
The belts off. The trousers, undone. Pulling them off of him I can’t help but admire what I have to look forward to. He’s getting harder and I want to touch him there. I’m not as strong as I want to be. Unable to resist, I pepper kisses and mouth his cock through his underwear. It’s so tempting.
I moan a lot. It’s no secret when I’m enjoying myself, and I am now, that’s for sure. Kissing back down his legs, nibbling and massaging with my mouth, rubbing his legs with my hands, is noisy business when I do it. Back up again, because I want him naked, eventually, but also because I still can’t resist feeling how hard he is getting.
His shirt needs to be pulled over his head. I’ll let him sit up for that, but then it’s right back to laying down, knees bent at the edge of the bed, because he hasn’t moved from where he sat down. My hands and mouth explore his stomach and chest. He tries to touch me, reaches for my shoulders and arms. After a brief moment, I take his wrists and hold them down at his sides while I move further up, now bent over him.
Kissing him is wonderful. We both love it. But I know that if I do, I’m done. I won’t be able to stop myself. So I stick to his shoulders, his neck, and his ears. Kissing and licking and nibbling. Moaning, and teasing him with my breath.
Again, slowly, my hands and mouth move down his body again. Along the way, stopping to gaze into his brown eyes and take one of his fingers in my mouth. Oh how I want that finger to be his cock. I also want that finger inside, but not in my mouth. But I have to wait. Because now… now I get to be on my knees again. “Stay there, just like that,” I tell him, and plant my mouth back on his still covered hard cock. Moaning some more remove his underwear, and oh, yes… this is good. I want to keep going slow. I want to tease him more. But I can’t. I’m weak. I want this so much.
My mouth surrounds his cock. Taking him in as slowly as I can muster, until I can feel his head hitting the back of my throat. “Mmmmm he likes it!” I think to myself. He says I give good oral. I don’t know. I suppose I believe him. I just do what seems to me would feel good, and I listen. But I’m not going to make him cum. I don’t want him to yet. I love sucking on him, licking him, stroking his cock soaked with my saliva. But then, I stop. Even though I don’t want to. I don’t ever want to stop.
I stand up in front of him and take off my clothes. I get on the bed, next to him. In the same position he’s in; laying back, knees bent at the edge of the bed, and say, “My turn.”
I can’t wait to find out what he does.
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