Hotel Sex After A Six Month Dry Spell. [m22/f20]

It’s been a while, so I thought I’d make another contribution. This one is about the time Rey and I fucked all night after not having sex for six months.

This is what Rey looks like, btw: http://i.imgur.com/D7RDLn0.jpg
(Not her, but really close)

As I’ve shown in my previous posts, Rey was a bit of a freak. Just before we started dating, she got out of a long term relationship that involved not having sex for the last several months, and having boring sex with only her ex’s kinks more or less forced on her. Terrible sport. By the time she met me, not only was she dying to try some of her own fantasies, she was desperate for sex in general. So naturally we had a lot of it.

Not long after that though, Rey got accepted to her first pick college. After calling in most of senior year and being too depressed about her past relationship to do anything in her first (and only) semester at community college, getting accepted to a private university was a huge opportunity for her. I might not have explained this with all of the fuckery before, but Rey was incredibly smart, and for the entire time I’ve known her incredibly driven. She said that my drive made her want to be better, so I guess we made each other more driven (?), but she was relentless in her pursuit of education. Again, big deal.

That big deal came with strings. We didn’t have sex for the entire month leading up to her first day because she was so stressed and so nervous about it. Her first day only made it even more obvious that this was going to be a thing when she came home with a massive work load. Within her first month of classes, it was established that we simply would not be having sex. Even if she had the time and inclination, which she hadn’t, she couldn’t afford to get distracted.

This story happens six months after that, during the first night of Christmas break. We were both going insane after an entire semester with nothing, and there was no hiding it. We even rented a hotel room for the night so we could ravage each other over and over. The last thing standing in the way was her final paper.

I picked her up and we went to her school library where she could write it. I’m out of school, so naturally the whole time all I could think about was her. Her legs wrapped around me. Her amazing ass. The taste of her juices. Her face when she comes. I knew that her phone was in her bag and turned off, so I started texting her all of these thoughts that I had while I waited. “God, I can’t fucking wait to throw you on the bed and make you cum over and over on my tongue.” “I want to hear you scream.” “I wish you knew how hard I am right now, thinking about driving my cock into you.”

And so on.

This continued until I needed to get up and stretch my legs. It was pretty late already, but we were obviously not the only ones finishing papers in the computer lab. I perused the shelves, pretending to be interested, hoping that anything would take my mind off of Rey’s warm, soaked cunt.

It was while I was in line for coffee that I got a text back.

“Oh yeah? ;)”

Fuck. My dick got ten times harder than I thought possible. I got my coffee and went straight back to the computer lab. Immediately I saw Rey on her phone and sat down next to her.

“Hey.” I smiled, handing her a coffee.

“Hey there,” She smiled back.

“I didn’t think you’d check your phone.”

She threw me a flirty eye. “I decided to take a break.” Then she mouthed “Fuck!”

I slid my hand from my knee to hers, squeezing her thigh. She bit her lip.

We were still in a fairly crowded computer lab, so we couldn’t do anything explicit, but we were both clearly too fired up.

“Do you want to get back to work?” I asked.

“No,” her eyes looked right through me and told me that she wanted to climb on the desk and get her brains fucked out right in front of all of these people, “but I should.”

I smirked, nodded, and let her get back to work. I pulled out a book of my own, and tried desperately to think about anything else. I couldn’t. After about five minutes, I moved my hand back to her thigh. We were in adjacent chairs and I was trying not to take up a computer space, so we were plenty close for cover. I squeezed her thigh and felt her shiver.

“About how much more do you have?” I asked, flipping a page.

She hesitated. “About one more page.”

I just nodded, putting my hand back on her thigh. I slowly moved it up so that my fingers were brushing her crotch. I could already feel her pants getting wet, and she was so, so hot.

She shuddered. I think I felt every muscle in her body tense in an effort not to just let out an animalistic moan. She was panting, trying to keep her breath even but failing miserably.

“Not. Fair.” She whispered.

“Better hurry then.” I whispered back.

For five minutes, I just let my fingers trace over her, teasingly brushing over her crotch one minute, then applying the slightest bit of pressure and feeling her push into my hand with her whole body.

After ten, she clicked the mouse a few more times and sent in the paper. “Screw it,” she said, “I’m half a page short but I don’t care.

I smiled.

The ride to the hotel was the longest ten minutes of my life. Rey was determined to pay me back, and spent the whole time running her nails down my thighs and jerking me off through my jeans. At stop lights, we would simultaneously pull each other in to a vicious kiss with hair pulling, lip and neck biting, I think she even gave me a hickey, but by the end of the night my entire body would be covered in battle scars.

When we got to the hotel, we raced up the stairs. As soon as the door closed, her hands were at my waist, undoing my belt. She pushed me back against the door and dropped to her knees, pulling my cock out and shoving it straight into her throat.

I moaned. “For someone who doesn’t give head, you are way too good at it.”

I threaded my fingers into her hair, still covered in snowflakes, feeling how hot she was while she bobbed up and down. Her tongue slithered underneath me, massaging me from below, while her lips formed a vacuum seal around my shaft, as if she was literally trying to suck the cum out of me.

I spent the last two hours dreaming of her pussy though, and as amazing as this was, I needed to hear her scream.

I picked her up, kissing her for the few steps it took to get to the bed before throwing her on. I ripped off her jacket and sweater, finding a lacy red bra underneath. I’d never been a fan of lace until that exact moment. A few second later and her jeans were gone, revealing a matching set of lacy red panties. I can still see that moment so perfectly in my memories.

I pushed her forcefully back on the bed while I knelt on the ground in front of her. When I moved her panties to the side, I could feel how soaked they were. I spread my tongue out flat and took one slow, deliberate lick from the very bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit. At that, she let out a moan so sensual and so fucking sexy. It was the kind of moan that you give when you sit down after a long day of work, or when you get into a steaming hot shower after being out in the bitter cold, but loud, really loud, with the added implication of “FUCK!”

My face was instantly covered in the accumulated juices that had been soaking into her panties and drenching her inner thighs for who knows how long. I loved it. I teased her, licking up one side of her outer lips, then skipping over her clit to lick down the other side. Licking up that side’s inner lips, then skipping her clit again and licking down the other side. Over and over again.

Her hands were gripping fist fulls of my hair and actually yanking me to get me to lick her clit, but I wouldn’t give in. Her hips were everywhere, held only relatively in place by my arms pinning her to the bed. She was shouting a babble of obscenities, begging, pleading, demanding that I just fucking make her cum.

I’d waited six months for this though, and I was not going to let her off that easy.

I drew my tongue slowly, as slow as I could, between her lips, higher and higher, and just as I reached her clit I paused. I kept moving my head just enough to imply that my tongue would follow. Her hips lifted off of the bed in anticipation. I felt every muscle in her body tense and begin to shake.

Then I moved my tongue, just a little, just the smallest nudge upward.

She gasped.

I waited a full five seconds.

One…

I could feel her heart pounding through her body.

Two…

She held her breath.

Three…

Her fingers dug into my scalp, begging and forcing me at the same time.

Four…

I didn’t even breathe, afraid that even that would set her off.

Five.

I shifted my tongue up again, just barely touching her clit.

It sent her off.

Her body hit the mattress and she curled upwards. Her legs locked around my head and her hands forced me so hard into her cunt that the only thing I could do was keep licking her, circling her clit over and over and feeling her body shudder with each pass, shaking in my arms. She didn’t make a sound. I don’t think she could. Her face was a silent scream.

It kept going for a good, solid ten seconds. When it was done, she clawed at my back, dragging her nails so hard and deep that they broke skin, but I didn’t care. She pulled me into a kiss, not caring for the first time that my face was covered in her cum. She bit my lip and attacked my neck, but I wasn’t ready to give up control. I’d been dying to hear her scream, and I was going to.

With one hand I pinned both of her arms above her. The other shot into her panties and plunged two fingers all the way to the base in her.

“Oh, god!” she groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head.

I took the opportunity and began kissing, nipping, and biting at her neck, letting her hands go. I took a big bite right where her shoulder and neck join, a spot that I know sets her off, and she gasped, hands once again clawing my back and grabbing handfuls of my hair.

In less than a minute, she pulled me back, saying, “kiss me again! Fuck, kiss me!”

I smiled, playing coy. I bent down to just beyond her reach, loving how she strained to close the fraction of an inch between us. “Why?”

She looked like she was going to cry, breathing deeply, brow furrowed, eyes trying desperately to stay locked with mine, fighting not to roll up into her head. “Because if you do – gasp – something really good is going to happen.”

I smiled and kissed her. Hard.

No sooner had our lips touched than I felt a gush from between her legs. Then another. And another. I kept hammering her g-spot, and with every thrust she would gush again and again.

When it was all over, probably a full minute later, she lay there shaking, holding on to me like she would fall if she let go. She was panting like she ran a mile and smiling brighter than I’d ever seen before.

I brought my hand up, covered in her cum halfway up to my elbow, to show her what she’d done and we giggled hysterically.

“So.” I smiled down at her.

“So.” She bit her lip.

“You ready?”

Her eyes lit up and she nodded like I was about to give her the best Christmas present ever.

As I reached for her panties, she laughed. “Sure, now you take them off.”

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