I was alone in Room 902. The TV was set to CNN even though I don’t watch that shit. It was just background noise to distract my brain from focusing on the fact that he wasn’t here.
I get up from the bed and turn on the claw-footed bath. As the tub fills with steam and water, I can’t help but think back to the last time I saw him. I could still hear his gasps and moans as I wrapped my hands around his cock. I could still feel his fingers anxiously sliding into my soaking wet pussy. I reach down and feel the wetness now dripping down my thighs. *Fuck! The tub’s still running.* I shut it off, then slowly lower myself in. I close my eyes and again, I start to drift off.
I almost fall asleep when I hear a soft knock at the door. I look at my phone and it’s 11:52pm. I wasn’t expecting company. I get up and wrap myself in a black silk robe, still dripping from head to toe. I open the door and to my surprise, it’s him. We smile, and without saying a word he walks towards me as I step backwards into the room. We’re now face to face as I’m falling backwards onto the bed. He kisses me hard as he opens my robe, hands running over every inch of my skin. I slide my hands underneath his shirt, helping him get fully undressed. Finally, we had a bed and time.
His lips move from my neck to my nipples, down my stomach, placing kisses on my hips. I feel his mouth open and he drags his tongue slowly across my clit. I hold my breath in anticipation as he gains momentum, every flick of his tongue bringing waves of pleasure. I cum twice before I’m begging for him to shove his cock in my mouth. I hang my head over the edge of the bed and he slides his entire dick into my salivating mouth, hitting the back of my throat. He fucks my face until he’s ready to cum, pulling it out and shooting warm ropes of sticky cum all over my chest.
We follow one another into the walk-in shower. As I wash him off of my body, I turn around to see that he’s staring at me and hard again. I bite my lip as I bend over to give him full access to my pussy and ass. He ever so slowly slides his dick inside me, firmly gripping my hips to prevent my urge to thrust backwards and take him deeper. I hadn’t noticed he had a glass toy in hand. He slips the tip of the toy into my ass and I gasp from its coldness and out of pleasure. He grabs a hold of my hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling back firmly each time he pushes himself deep. He fucks me harder and harder until I cry out that I’m cumming hard, squirting all over his cock. He pulls out and cums all over my ass. Well, it’s a good thing we were in the shower.
We get cleaned up again and dry off. As I walk into the living area, I can hear Barcelona coming through the wall speakers. I could always count on him to pick the perfect soundtrack to our days together. I sit naked on the sofa and proceed to roll a joint. I light it and inhale deeply, still floating in subspace from earlier. He joins me and rests his head in my lap. He’s talking but I don’t understand a word as I’m too intensely focused on his eyes and mouth. Whatever it is is turning me the fuck on like a faucet. *Mm-hmm, I’m definitely a sapiosexual and I’m definitely wet again. Can he tell? OMG FOCUS.*
He sits up, realizing I’m not listening. He sternly orders me to lie face down across his lap, telling me how naughty I’d been for not being attentive. He lifts his hand and quickly lowers it, slapping my ass hard. The sting makes my pussy ache. He then notices the wetness on my thighs and demands to know why I’m so wet. “I can’t help it, Daddy,” I plead, “I want more of you.” He starts to fingerfuck me and asks, “How bad do you want me?” I cry out, “I ache for you to be in every hole.”
He orders me to stand at the foot of the bed. He gets in it, resting his back against the acacia headboard. As I watch him stroking his cock, I feel the wetness drip from my pussy. He says, “Come here.” I get on all fours and crawl towards him. When we’re face to face, I gently bite his lower lip. He grabs my neck, pulling me in closer as he slides his tongue into my mouth. He then pushes my head down onto his cock. I gag but continue to push his cock as far back into my mouth and throat as I can, saliva dripping from my lips like honey. I look up at him and he looks back with fire in his eyes, his moans ringing in my ears. As I taste him getting closer, I slowly come to a stop. I straddle his lap and guide the tip of his dick into my pussy. I gently rock my hips back and forth, only taking him halfway inside me. I can tell he’s anxious to be deeper, but I resist my own impulse to slam down hard onto him. After a few excruciating minutes, I finally slide all the way down and ride him until he breathlessly says, “Daddy’s about to cum.” I then take his cock out of my pussy and put it straight into my ass. I’m only able to ride him for a minute or two before he explodes and I collapse beside him, asshole completely covered in his cum.
That was the last thing I could remember. We must have been asleep for hours because I could see a tiny ray of sunlight peeking through the curtains. *Tick-tock.* I glance at the wall clock and it reads 6:21am. He’s still peacefully asleep. I take a bath, wrap myself in my robe and walk out onto the balcony. I look down at the empty street below, a slight mist hovering over the charcoal pavement as flashbacks of the night before enter my mind. I smile ever so bittersweet because I know we’ll be leaving this room soon to go back to our first lives, tucking away our horns and trading them for halos.
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