They walked through the front doors, obviously together. He waved at the night desk clerk. She dropped her gaze to the floor. He was accustomed to being at hotels on late nights in strange towns, but usually alone. She was no stranger to hotels either, just not with him. They’d done this once, maybe twice before.
They stopped in front of the mirrored elevator doors. She looked up to see a woman she didn’t recognize. Years had aged her, but that wasn’t what bothered her. What was she doing? Most people who knew her would be appalled by the turn her life had taken and anyone who knew her well would be shocked by what she was about to do.
She looked up at him. He flashed his best forced smile. His eyes were tired from the day’s many miles. She smiled back. The doors opened and they stepped out into the long hallway. “This way,” he said as his longer strides quickened towards their private space.
By the time she caught up to him, he had the door unlocked and was holding it open for her. Another smile, this time accompanied by a most charming and devilish expression. Apparently the elevator ride had given him an energy he hadn’t possessed five minutes earlier. She had a certain idea of what he expected this night, but she was not at all certain what the next eight hours might hold for her. He had promised her something special, and that thought had kept her in a semi-aroused state all day.
They dropped their bags, shed their clothes, and headed to a warm shower. The water felt wonderful after a long day. They stood there enjoying the streams of water, very aware of their closeness. At this moment, nothing else seemed to matter. Not how they got there, not what they left behind, and not what tomorrow held. For now they were in the moment. The energy in that shower reverberated off the walls and the hot water suddenly felt chilly.
She gazed upon his face, not knowing where he was inside the sometimes darkness he held from her. She allowed herself to study him; his closed eyes, his strong arms, his tapered body, his powerful legs. She was keenly aware of the reaction her body had to his. Her nipples hardened and she felt a tingle come from deep between her legs. Rarely in her life had she felt physical responses like the ones she had to him. It was the little things he did to her – a brush of the shoulder, a quiet word or two whispered in a crowded room, the eye contact that relayed a million words – those actions were always full of thought and meaning. She leaned in and placed a soft, wet kiss on his chest.
He had always been amazing at taking care of her. He dried her body, toweled her hair, and began to drag a comb through her wet brunette locks. Even those simple tasks stirred sensual feelings inside her, made her want him more. She turned to look at him, to thank him for the special tenderness he showed, but her words were cut short as he put his finger across her lips. His eyes told her any utterance at this point would be drowned out by the sound of their breathing.
Her attraction to this man never made sense. Her repeated bad experiences with men who’d let her down in the past did not interfere with her bond to him. Despite the relatively short time she’d known this man, she trusted him; trusted him in a way that frightened her. She never really knew what to expect from him. And an element of that excited her as well. Some part of her wondered if he’d be the one to break her heart beyond the mending point.
He took her hand and led her from the steamy bath to the bed. She stood in silence as he turned back the covers revealing crispy white linens and repositioned the pillows. He moved with certainty, fully aware of his plans. He returned to her, stood ever so close, and began a trail of kisses from her forehead to her mouth. She turned to meet his lips, but he avoided her directness. His kisses continued down her jawbone and onto her neck, shoulders, then circled around to the nape of her neck where the baby fine hairs grew and the excitement shot straight down her spine. He knew this move would melt her, it always did.
From the back he had better control of her. His forceful hands gently ran the length of her arms and guided her onto her hands and knees; she knelt on the bed, feeling its firmness beneath her limbs. She made mental note that this would be to her advantage later in the evening. Soft mattresses always interfered with the full depth of his masculinity, and she longed to feel every inch of him tonight.
From behind her he carefully massaged her shoulders, back, and hips. His calloused hands made amazing instruments of sensation when he touched her. Each time he made his way up and down her torso; those hands of his would slide beneath her and caress her breasts. As he worked, she could feel him hardening as the moments ticked by. On the third pass of his hands they stopped firmly on her hips. His grasp hardened and he entered her; wet and longing. Her walls contracted around him, pulling him deeper inside. She inhaled at the tremors of feeling him thrust slow and meaningfully. This man could make love to her like no other.
The moans began softly. She had to remind herself that it was ok to respond verbally. Conditioned by years of propriety and restraint, it felt good to be able to let her feelings come pouring out. Her passions grew with the feelings inside her until her arms could no longer support her. She stretched out her upper body like a cat, and laid her swimming head on the bed. The sheets were cool and a welcome change to her heated body. The rhythmic rocking of their union was taking her to a most delicious place. The more he drove himself into her, the more momentum she had to rebound into him. The way his balls beat a cadence against her swelling clit was enough to drive her to a fevered pitch. She shrilled with pleasure as she came hard against him.
She shuddered. Feeling the release of tension she’d held all day relaxed her entire body. She collapsed face down on the bed and breathed deeply. He slid in next to her, resting on his left arm. He loved her countenance after an incredible orgasm. She looked peaceful and content. She was no cover girl, but held a certain beguiling beauty that comes from maturity and grace. He stroked her hair, her back, and let his fingers find their way to that inviting rise that marked the division between her hips and butt. She had a sweet spot at the base of her spine that indented to the bone. In this place he could linger with his lips, brushing gently between hip and ass.
His right hand continued it’s caressing and found itself positioned perfectly on the rounded part of one rear cheek. He squeezed slightly and then without warning he drew back and popped her on the fleshy portion causing a prickly sting that jolted her to consciousness. She opened on eye and gave him a quizzical stare. His initial response was to apologize, but he wasn’t sure he needed to. His hand continued its massage and she smiled.
Moments later, he delivered another stinging pop to her rear end. This time was no surprise to her, and she responded with only a soft groan. He took this as permission to carry on. Raps 3, 4, and 5 only seemed to arouse her more as she arched her back with every blow. She had never been spanked before, at least not in her adult life. Regardless of her impression from childhood, this action was not uncomfortable in the least. In fact, she found herself highly intrigued by the tingling sensations his hand left on her bottom.
He was not about delivering strikes without comfort, for between each naughty hit he tenderly rubbed the area to sooth her. Swats 6, 7, 8, and 9 came somewhat closer together and the warmth she was feeling on her hindquarters was creating a mixed reaction inside her. By this time, she was back on all fours, ass raised high in the air in eager expectation of exploring this new type of play.
He sat up to better accommodate her stance. From this posture he coiled his left arm underneath her belly until his fingers found her tunnel still juicy and warm from her earlier orgasm. She leaned into his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. She found an odd strength in this position; safe and secure. His fingers began circling her clit and as she began pressing against his hand against her, he came down on her rosy tush with another bang. The combination of pleasure and pain sent her reeling in delight. He knew she was getting very close to her satiety point with the spanking. He carefully measured each dose for her maximum enjoyment, finding the need to sooth more between swats as time went on.
The last two strikes were delivered powerfully and with great precision. An even dozen, he thought, was the perfect trial for her burgeoning fascination of other love styles. They left her with a searing reminder that she had submitted to his hand, and he had provided her with an experience that was both memorable and intoxicating. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I knew you’d love it.”
He was still stroking her outer walls. They were swollen from the thrusting he had done earlier. She was ablaze with sensations; every inch of her seemed to be so alive. “Yes,” she muttered, “I do love it – and you, very much.” She was constantly astonished at how just well he seemed to know her. It was like he could read her mind. Never had she met a man that could so instinctively meet her needs. That in and of itself made her want to do anything, everything, to please him in return.
She withdrew from his embrace and began kissing him. First, his shoulder, then his chest. Down went her moist trail of affection until she had reached his navel. She stopped and looked up at him. No longer were her eyes full of sweetness and light, but inside them dwelled a primal hunger. She pounced on him, knocking him backwards onto the mattress. He laid there sprawled as she hovered over him, straddling his waist, inching herself up and down his body nibbling with her teeth, while her fingers clawed his flesh until she maneuvered herself to a place where his cock stood ready for her attention.
Her mouth engulfed him. Her tongue encircled his engorged head. She used her whole self, moving up and down to massage his shaft, lifting and returning her lips to his base. He inhaled as she devoured him, making noises that told her his enjoyment of her talents was intense. She sucked on the end of his rod until she tasted his excitement. More movement, more licking, more moaning, more sucking – she could not get enough of him. She heard him groan, and then she realized that noise came from her. As much thrill as he was getting from her attack, she loved it more. It felt so good to let go, to be free, to carry on without concern of how her behavior would affect her lover. She knew this lover loved her, the woman she was inside, the person she had been free to become.
The way his penis felt in her mouth was amazing. His penis fully erect stretched his skin so that it was smooth like glass. She could slide her lips and tongue over it forever, feeling it stiffen and respond to her nurturing. His passions were heightened and she knew he was so very close to explosion. She opened widely and allowed his head to plunge deep into the back of her throat. She closed tightly around it, contracting every muscle and drawing it out slowly and with great control. By the time she withdrew to the tip, he was begging her not to stop. But she stopped anyway. She loved to tease him, to make him want her as much as she wanted him. This time she wanted him to ask for her soft sweetness around him. She needed him to beg for her love.
She didn’t have to wait very long, for the sight of her dripping cavity suspended just inches above his cock was driving him wild. He wanted her, to feel her wrapped around him, to feel her warmth as they moved together. His arms reached up for her, urging her to give him what he craved. She was happy to oblige him. She slid onto his pole, allowing it to fill her up. She sat on him for a moment, letting her body adjust to his manhood. She bent over and licked his nipples. They became hard under her tickling tongue. She wanted to bite him, to twist those nipples between her teeth, but instead she moved her lips to the tasty membrane on his earlobes. There she felt comfortable with her aggressive appetite for skin.
He reached around her and grabbed her ass. She gasped as his touch reminded her of the erotic spanking he’d supplied her earlier. Her hips moved up and down his shaft, gently grabbing him on every pump. Each time she rose up and went down, the feeling of his large head massaged the lining of her pussy. As this cowgirl rode her man, he bucked from underneath her, faster and faster until the wave of passion hit her. She threw her hands to the wall above his head and used that as support to accelerate her momentum. Uncontrollable waves of orgasmic pleasure overtook her. Her rapid quaking shook his resolve and they came together in convulsions of pleasure.
She lay on top of him, spent. His arms held her tight. The sweat from their bodies rolled onto the sheets. She kissed his face gently. He sighed heavily. She rolled off him and lay splayed across the bed, her breathing slowing. He reached out and took her hand. She curled up in his arms and drifted off to restful slumber with satisfaction on her face. He pushed her hair from her face watching her in her restful state. “I love you,” he whispered. Then he succumbed to sleep with her head cradled against his chest.
