My head lacks the strength needed to stay up without my arms as a prop, so as my energy wanes I lower back to the floor until I’m staring at the ceiling. Grant tugs on my shorts, pulling them down my legs and throwing them somewhere in the room. The metal of the button clink together as they hit the floor.
Smooth plastic tickles the bottom of my foot and I raise my head to get a quick peek. Grant runs the controller from the bottom of my foot to the inside of my leg. Slowly and deliberately he pushes my legs apart as the controller gets higher and higher.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, the controller doesn’t stop. The thick plastic material rubs against my underwear as he presses it firmly against my sex. The long cord follows his movements tickling my leg at unexpected times.
The controller moves higher until Grant stops, allowing it to rest between my breasts. The black cord trails over my body and wraps around my lower leg. A fully clothed Grant leans over me, his eyes blazing as he licks his lower lip staring at the controller in the middle of my chest.
His head lowers blocking my view with his head of brown hair. “Oh,” I moan at the first pinch when he bites my left nipple.
He pulls back, his tongue licking and soothing the area. My lower body jerks and I want nothing more but to reach out and pull him closer. I yearn for Grant in a way I never have for anything or anyone else.
His touch.
His taste.
I’m surrounded by him but still it’s not enough. I fear there will never be enough when it comes to Grant. I want so badly what I can’t have. My lower body raises up to meet his, desperately seeking any connection with him.
Grant releases my nipple with a pop, giving it one last lick before his tongue trails down my body following the path of the cord. He circles once around my belly button and stops at the top of my underwear. Three quick kisses across the top and my pelvis jumps in excitement. He reaches up, pulling my panties down.
His head fits between the crevice of my thighs as perfectly as it did two months ago. On the balls of my feet I raise the lower half of my body up, pushing my mound closer to his face. It slams back to the floor when Grant’s tongue makes contact. One hard and long swipe from bottom to top and I suck in a breath.
He stops, taking time to suck on my clit until I moan and shove my pussy closer to his eager mouth. “Please, Grant. Please,” I call out.
“Shhh.” His tongue stops long enough to chastise me, but then he takes up a pattern as he creates a figure eight. His movements start along my opening and then circle around my clit, licking and sucking every few passes.
“Please… please… Grant. More.” My voice rises until I’m screaming my pleas into the softly lit room.
His palms push on my inner thighs opening me wider while he holds my legs down to steady me from the rise and fall my hips do on their own. “Shhhh.”
I thrash on the floor, the pressure increasing until my eyes squeeze close, my body tight and ready for release. Grant’s tongue breaks through my slit and I push up on my shoulders, my orgasm ripping a harsh moan from my body.
The floor hits my back as I plummet from exhaustion. My chest rising and falling in quick succession as I work to control my breathing. “Oh god. I forgot.”
Grant chuckles, his head stationed above my stomach. His lips still glisten with the evidence of my arousal. He starts to stand and I wrap my legs around him, the cord tugging on my skin. “Oh I’m not done with you yet. I’ve got to grab a condom. I know I have one somewhere. Give me a minute,” he says. Each word comes between his own hurried breaths.
He wants to take time to find a condom? After all that? Is he crazy? “Screw it.” I lift my arms to wrap around him pulling him closer, but I forget they’re still tied together.
“Are you sure?” His fingers wrap around my knees ready to force me to let him go but I double my efforts.
“Please don’t leave me. Not now.”
Grant tugs on the end of the controller wrapped around my leg. The cord tightens and the controller on my chest falls to the carpet beside me. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since the last time you were here.”
His eyes search mine waiting for a reply, but I don’t have the time or energy to be eloquent about it. “Clean, pill, it’s good. Please just fuck me. Right here.” I raise my arms, again forgetting they’re tied and then let them fall back to the floor.
Grant doesn’t waste time arguing with me anymore. His pants are off without him having to stand. His black boxers, strained by a bulge in the fabric, soon follow. He lines himself up between my thighs.
“Shirt too.” I squeeze my legs together and the insides rub against the hair on the tops of his legs.
With one hand he sends his shirt over his head flying through the room to land in an unseen corner. “I might not last long. Watching you come all over my face is like a fucking miracle. I’ll make the second time better.”
“Okay, then fuck me hard and fast.”
“You got it.” He grabs his dick tugging on the thick swollen member twice before it spears me in one quick thrust.
“Ahh…” My moan fills the room as Grant wastes no time setting a punishing pace. I’m tight, my walls squeezing his thick hard dick.
He palms my ass with one hand, his fingers pulling me closer as they scorch against my skin. “Shhh.” He grinds into me hard, his hand floating down my body to twist and tug on my clit in time to his frantic pace. “Holy fuck, this is hot.”
I mumble and scream out for him, but the words get lost as I writhe on the floor of the suite. Grant flicks the top of my clit almost painfully, but it causes me to explode. The orgasm tightens my body and his pace increases.
“Shit.” He pulls out and my body is left screaming.
My hips jump up searching for a way to finish my half completed orgasm when his mouth replaces his dick and Grant sucks on my clit. Two fingers enter me recreating the demanding rhythm his dick created seconds earlier. I ride the final moments of my orgasm out with his face buried between my legs.
He doesn’t stop until my body lies quietly on the floor, my energy spent in the last fifteen minutes. Grant continues to pump his orgasm from him, the white milky substance landing on the floor beside me. When it stops, he throws himself over to his back landing on the space beside me. His breath comes in short gasps matching my own.
My eyes close, creating the illusion I’m at rest even though my brain feverishly processes the facts. Grant and I being explosively hot together was not a fluke the first time.
I’m in serious trouble.
