The sun had fully set by that point, and we walked arm in arm trying to keep each other warm until we got to our destination. We took several minutes to warm up under the radiator blowing hot air over the hotel’s sliding doors.
“I had a great time,” I said when we were inside the elevator. “Thank you for inviting me.”
Samir brought his hand up to my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb, causing goosebumps to light up all over my body.
“Thank you for coming with me,” he whispered, and my breath caught in my throat.
He leaned over me, and I braced myself for a kiss when the doors slid open with a ding, and an elderly couple stared as they entered the elevator and we came out.
“Mmm. Saucy,” whispered the lady before her husband shushed her.
As soon as the doors closed again and swallowed the couple back down to the ground floor, a warm and fuzzy feeling pulsed in my stomach, and I burst out laughing.
“What?” Samir asked, smiling.
“Did you not hear?” I asked, and he shook his head. “Never mind.”
Samir studied for a moment longer, then nodded and walked to his door.
“This is me.” He stopped a foot from his door and rubbed his hands along his jeans, as if unsure what to do with them.
“This is you,” I repeated and stood between him and his door.
He fumbled with his key card and bit his lip.
“G-good night,” he mumbled and leaned in.
The faintest touch of our lips made my body freeze on impact and my heart to beat faster. A tingling sensation overwhelmed my entire body from my fingertips to my toes, then to my… my cock.
That… that’s also new.
He started to pull away from the kiss, but I couldn’t stand the thought. Not when he made me feel so alive, so good, so happy.
I grabbed him by the back of the neck first and dragged him back to my mouth, then I slid my hand down to his chest and grabbed him by the lapel of his coat, pinning him to me.
I prodded his mouth with my tongue, and he parted to let me in. A soft moan escaped me. I took a step back, my back collidingwith his hotel room door. The more I kissed him, the faster my heart beat, the fuller I felt, and the harder I became.
The tingle between my legs turned into heat. Heat and desire, which left me breathless. Desperate. Needy.
I slid both hands down his body and wrapped them around his waist, pinning him to me, and he let out a groan that made me tremble to my core, yet he never let go. He explored my body with his fingers, starting from the face then down to my neck. He pulled the zipper of my coat down and buried his hands underneath, around my shoulder blades, and down my waist.
He pulled back for a moment and hesitated for only a second, in which he looked into my eyes, asking for a silent permission. I gave him a faint nod. With a guttural moan that only made my cock pulse, he pushed his hands down and around my ass, squeezing it hard, massaging it in his hands, and I pressed against him. He was rock hard too, and I ground our dicks together.
It might not be much, but for the guy who hadn’t touched anyone or been touched by anyone—even himself—for four years or so, this was… it was as exhilarating as full-blown sex.
My eyes rolled back despite the multiple layers separating us. But I wanted more. I needed more.
“Do you wanna…” I mumbled only barely allowing our lips to separate.
Samir let out a long, slow groan that gave my answer, so with all the strength I could muster, I pulled away long enough for him to unlock the door and let us in.
We walked in kissing and shedding our clothes as if they were nothing more than an illusion, and by the time the back of my knees hit the bed, we were only wearing our underwear and nothing else.
“I want you, Samir,” I said. “I want you so badly.”
I caressed his hairy chest, and my desire only grew bigger. I wanted this man like I needed my next breath. Here. Now. Right now.
Samir grabbed me by the chin and gave me a ghost of a kiss, and he nodded.
