The act was more for me than them. They got off quicker, while I enjoyed stimulating my own body. Tasting and touching myself was usually the only way I could fully orgasm.
My mind conjured up an image of Brian, and I bit my lip as I pictured his handsome face over me. Given the passion that went into our kisses, I had no doubt he would have no trouble making me come. I grabbed my clitoral stimulator and turned it on, feeling it vibrate gently under my hand. I pressed the dial twice until I felt it buzz stronger and faster. I opened my thighs wide and pressed the open mouth of my toy against my clit.
I moaned loudly as I felt that low ache in my belly start to spread down to my groin. I pressed the toy harder against my sensitive nub before rubbing at my tits again. My legs fell further apart as I massaged the mouth against that sensitive nerve ending. I wanted the pleasure to last forever, but at the same time, I wanted that clitoral release that had me gasping and moaning like a porn star on a nine-inch cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I panted, my hips rising from the bed as I felt that pinnacle of release climbing. I squeezed my eyes shut as quick breaths left my mouth.
"Yes!" I gasped as the nerves around my clit exploded. I bit my lip and threw my head back, moaning through my release. I continued to rub the mouth all around my slippery sex, drawing out the ecstasy as long as possible.
Finally, my bowed body came down until my ass hit the sheets, cooling my hot skin. Fuck, that was good.
Spent, I promptly fell asleep. Naked, horny, and dreaming of Brian.
Chapter 38
Maria
The next morning, I woke up trapped under the hotel comforter. The chill of the air conditioner had me up at 2 AM, naked and still sprawled on top of the covers. My coma-induced orgasm no longer heated my body. I didn't want to catch a chill so after cleaning my toy and throwing on a tank top, I slept straight through to my alarm.
The first thing that caught my eye was a message from Brian at 6 AM. He was rarely up that early on a weekend.
Brian:Let me know when you're up.
My fingers flew across the buttons without thinking.
Maria:Hey, just woke.
His reply was immediate as if he were hanging by his phone for my text. It made me smile.
Brian:Are you still at the hotel?
Maria:Yeah, just about to come down for breakfast.
He didn't reply, so I called Gail to check if they were up. When she didn't answer, I tried Charli, who answered with a croaky hello. I recognized that tone. As predicted, they couldn't resist having one too many drinks at a bar they stumbled upon in a city that never sleeps. I could understand the temptation, coming from a town that closed down by 11 PM. Luckily, today's seminar wasn't until one, so I told them to sleep the morning away to ward off the worst of their hangover. We cemented plans to meet for dinner, although Charli might've still been too drunk to realize. I made a note to check on them at midday. I didn't care if an eighteen-wheeler was currently backing up over their heads; they would make that seminar. I had paid through the tooth for it.
Since I was up and starving, I still decided to head downstairs for breakfast. I already prepaid for it, so I was sure as hell going to take full advantage.
There was still no response from Brian, so I figured he was just checking in with his usual good morning text before falling back to sleep.
But it all suddenly became clear once I stepped off the elevator and spied a familiar figure standing in the lobby.
When Brian clocked me strolling slowly towards him, he straightened from his stance of leaning against the lobby sofa.His face held a myriad of emotions: happiness at spotting me and uncertainty at his reception.
Considering I made myself orgasm into a sleep coma last night using images of Brian, there was really only one response to his presence.
The last thing I saw before I threw my arms around him was his broad, dimpled smile.
"What are you doing here?" I breathed in his familiar scent, grinning stupidly, despite his tight squeeze on my waist.
"I couldn't have you roam my turf without a guide," he teased. He loosened his hold but kept his hand on me, smoothing an errant curtain of hair behind my ear.
"You do know that I've been to New York many times." My hands played with the whorls on his neck.
"But I want to show you the real New York." He bopped my nose. "My neighborhood."
I tightened my hold on him; excitement at seeing him and getting to spend the whole day in his presence overwhelmed me. I had envisioned this when I roamed the city after the seminar. I couldn't believe he was here. "I would love to."
Since Brian arrived hours before check-in, I took his bags up to my room to store. I was thankful I had packed my vibrator away. He turned his nose up at the hotel breakfast options, dragging me to a diner he used to visit whenever he was in the area. I had to admit; the choices were much better than lukewarm scrambled eggs and waiting in line for your bread to toast. I just couldn't believe he was here in front of me, especially after I couldn't get him out of my thoughts last night.
