“Are you talking about my ass or my shoulders?”
He bellows out a laugh. “Both.”
He kisses down my back without losing pace of his thrusts. He thickness opens me up. I can tell it’s getting harder for him to tease me with his controlled, teasing rhythm. He craves me as much as I crave him. His hairy thighs smack into my ass with each thrust.
Bill slaps my ass once, then twice, then three times. My skin burns from his touch in all the best ways. I never want this night to end. I actually envy women right now for their ability to have multiple, consecutive orgasms.
He lightly tugs at my hair. I arch my back to stand. He wraps an arm around me and kisses my neck. I catch us in the window reflection and get even more turned on by the glow of Bill’s muscled body behind mine.
“Onto the bathroom,” he purrs in my ear. He pulls out, leaving me empty. My pre-come has dripped onto the kitchen cabinet under the counter. I wipe it with my hand quickly. I don’t want my hotel sex fantasy to make a cleaning person’s life harder.
Bill interlocks our fingers as we walk to the bathroom. The walls and floor are black and white marble. It’s a long rectangle. Two sinks sit on opposite ends. On one wall is the shower big enough for a whole family; the other is the bath, big enough for another whole family.
Where oh where will Bill fuck me?
To my surprise, he lays on the floor on top of a plush black bath rug. His cock sticks up like a rocket ready for blastoff.
“Sit on my cock.”
I nod, so excited I can’t form words. I straddle him, impaling myself on his length. I want to come so bad. I want to let go. It’s delicious agony holding on. I bob up and down on his cock as he watches with rapt attention, his eyes aglow.
I throw my head back, letting the moment fully overtake me. There are few times in life when we get exactly what we want at the exact moment we want it. But here I am. The only downside is I can’t do this with Bill every day.
He puts his hands behind his head, enjoying the break.
“I’m doing all the work,” I say.
“You don’t seem to mind.”
A guttural groan blares out of me. I want to fucking cry everything is so perfect. I knew I loved cock before, but I really love it now. Bill’s rough hands caress my thighs.
“I fucking want this so bad, Bill. I’ve wanted this for two years.”
“Me, too, smart guy.”
He did? How long has this attraction burned between us? We could’ve been doing this for two whole years.
“Time to wrap it up,” Bill says. “I want to come thrusting inside you, holding you tight against my chest.”
Clear communication has never sounded so sexy. The man knows what he wants. I get off him. Once again, Bill takes my hand.
He takes me to the center of the room. The wall with the minibar and wet bar faces the windows. Bill pushes me against the wall and lifts my legs up to wrap around him. He finds my hole and plunges his cock inside. Anybody across the street could get a clear view of us.
In the reflection of the windows, I watch his ass clench as he thrusts into me. I dig my fingernails into his taut back as he grunts against me, each push bringing me closer to orgasm.
He looks up, and we lock eyes. It may be the most intense moment of this whole night. He holds my gaze. I can’t look away. I am powerless in his strong arms. His cock buries all the way inside me.
His name is on my lips, but I can’t speak. He kisses me, but I can’t kiss back. The climax surging through my system is so intense that all I can do is feel his heat on me.
“Come for me, smart guy,” he growls.
My cock rubs against his stomach, the hairs of his belly providing extra stimulation. I go lightheaded as my whole body clenches, as it all becomes too much to contain. I bite his shoulder as I rush to the edge of release and shoot my load between us. A deep gasp escapes me, the orgasm so powerful it’s as if my soul left my body for a moment.
Bill strokes my hair and gently rubs my neck bringing me back down to earth. His arms tighten around me, knowing I can’t keep myself up.
“Come inside me,” I whisper.
Bill grunts and shakes under me, his face red with heat, eyes a forest fire of need. Nobody has ever looked at me with such intensity, as if I’m staring directly at the sun. And then he gives two final pumps and groans as he fills his condom. He holds out his left arm to catch us as his legs go weak.
