Sofia
Thegreenlightofthe hotel room door flashed, and without hesitation, Simon slammed the handle down, pulling me into the room.
He pushed me up against the closed bathroom door, kissing me with a deep fervor that matched mine. His hands were spread on my round ass, squeezing and releasing the firm globes as he groaned into my mouth. My hands speared into his hair as I urgently tangled my tongue with his.
"Fuck, I've been dying to get my hands on you all night." He trailed his mouth up my neck, pulling my earlobe into his mouth and sucking gently. "You look so sexy tonight."
"So do you," I breathed, unable to concentrate with how his teeth pulled at my ear.
"How attached are you to this dress?" His hand smoothed up the sides of my thigh, gripping the material and pulling slightly.
I paused mid-stroke. "Um, I see where you're going with this, but I bought this dress specifically for tonight. It cost me half my salary, so get used to seeing it. I'm gonna be wearing the fuck outta it for the next few years."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I closed my eyes and winced at the double meaning. I didn't mean for the sentence to imply that I expected to be still seeing him in the next few years. I must admit, the idea of it didn't horrify me. But, oh God, what if he misunderstood my meaning and thought I wanted to keep seeing him long-term?
"You're thinking awfully hard there, baby." Simon cupped my cheeks in his hands, gazing deeply into my eyes. My mouth dried as he bent down to rub his nose against mine. "For the record, I can't wait to see you in this dress again."
I grabbed his forearms and caressed them softly, my heart warming at his words. I refused to read too much into what he was saying.
He pecked a kiss on the tip of my nose. "Turn around," he ordered.
I flashed him a saucy grin before doing as instructed, sticking my ass out playfully. He groaned, sliding his hand up the back of my thigh, cupping the damp heat between my legs.
"You soaked for me, baby?" He whispered against my ear.
I spread my legs further apart. "Why don't you find out?" I teased.
I felt the cool air hit my ass as he pulled the bottom of my dress up. Moving my g-string aside, he rubbed his fingers against my cunt, dipping his middle finger in a few times. A guttural moan was torn from my throat. My fingers tightened against the wall, wishing they were sinking into his back instead. I didn't need to be told if I was wet, the sound of my slick juices against his finger told me everything.
"Fucking soaked," he muttered to me.
After giving my needy pussy one last rub, he removed his fingers. I heard the sound of a metal zip before he gently pulled the material of my dress down. I smiled at the extra care he was giving, knowing he was eager to rip the material off.
His lips attacked my neck and shoulder blades as he followed the slow reveal of naked skin. I turned my head and met his lips with my own, my hands still on the door in front of me.
Simon grabbed my tits, rubbing my hard nipples, squeezing and pulling them. More juices leaked from my pussy as I gave into the sensual response.
Without warning, he turned me and grabbed my ass, lifting me until my legs wrapped around his waist. My mouth clung to his as he stumbled to the bed, laying me out yet still leaning over my writhing body, kissing me deeply.
I've had some great kisses in my lifetime, but Simon definitely takes the cake in giving me that toe-curling, deep in my bones, can't-wait-to-have-his-dick-in-me feeling. His mouth moved in rhythm with mine, taking and receiving, dipping in to wrap our tongues together in a familiar tangle before nipping at my lips, teasing me about what was to come.
Finally, he reluctantly pulled back, surveying my almost nude form. I took in his shirt and jeans with a pout.
"No fair, I'm practically naked, and you're still dressed."
"Easily remedied."
He wasted no time tearing off his shirt, unbuckling his jeans, and pulling them down with his boxer briefs. His big dick bobbed, slapping against his stomach. The purple head bulged, already leaking with pre-come.
He stroked his cock, placing one knee on the bed. "I've been waiting for this moment for a fucking long time." His eyes roamed my face, tits, and stomach, zeroing in on the wet patch of scrap that covered my soaked cunt. "It's gonna be hard and fast."
I grabbed the strings of my thong, lifting my lower body and scraping the ruined material down my thighs, carelessly tossing it aside.
His nostrils flared as the scent of my greedy pussy reached his nose. I wasn't embarrassed by the evidence of my need; he'd seen my juices leaking down my thighs and into the crack of my ass before. Hell, he'd slurped it off crevices that should've made me wince in shame. I fucking loved that my body showcased my desire for him.
I eyed his leaking cock as a pearl dropped down onto the comforter.
And vice versa.
