There were two people at the front desk and Joe told us to wait as he went to check in. I couldn’t wait to get upstairs, see Michelle, take a shower and hit the bed. I almost groaned thinking about it and I didn’t know which one made me happier. It didn’t take long for Joe and a couple of bellmen, as Joe called them, to take us to our rooms. We were all on the same floor in one of the Towers. Convenient. I thought about texting Michelle but decided to surprise her instead.
Arranging to meet downstairs for breakfast at eleven we said goodnight as the bellmen showed us to our suites. With a tap on the door, he slid the key card into the door lock and opened it. Michelle stood by the TV with a bottle in her hand, not to drink but as a weapon. That’s my girl.
“Hey baby, I swear I won’t hurt you.”
“Flame!” she yelled, and ran for me. Thank God I wasn’t holding anything because we both would have ended up on the floor. The bellman moved out of her way as fast as he could and looked kind of impressed as she launched herself into my arms.
Joe warned us in the car we’d need to tip the guys so I pulled a ten out of my pocket and handed it over. “Thanks, bro.”
“You’re welcome, Sir. Thank you and have a good evening,” he said as placed the keycard on the table and backed out while pulling the door closed.
Alone. Finally. Hot damn. “I missed you, baby.”
“Oh God, me too,” Michelle whispered against my neck as she hugged me tight. Encased in Michelle, she’d wrapped her arms and legs around me, and put her head on my shoulder as I sat on the couch. I didn’t want to risk dropping her, and I would have if I stood there much longer.
One taste of her and I was rock hard. Craving her taste I couldn’t wait, and I slid my tongue along the seam of her lips, pushing through to rub against her tongue. Her soft moans as she squirmed against my jeans-covered erection almost pushed me over the edge. I’d jacked off for the last four months but no way was it the same as the touch, scent and taste of this woman. The last four months without Michelle was purefucking torture, and I’d be making up for it this weekend.
Pulling apart she gazed at me with tear filled eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Sniffling she answered, “Nothing. I just…just…missed you so damn much. You’re not allowed to go away for so long anymore.”
I grinned, and she slugged me. Yup my Michelle, take no shit but give me plenty, and I wasn’t giving her up for anything. “Is that the only thing wrong?”
“Why?”
“I dunno. Just checking.”
“I’m good.”
I didn’t believe her. There was something going on but now wasn’t the time to talk about it. I was fucking tired and she had to be too. “I know you are baby, so how about we hit the bed and you show me how good?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, and untangled her arms and legs from mine to stand up. As soon as she stepped away from me I missed her, her heat and herscent—she smelled like the beach. “C’mon babe.”
I followed her with my eyes first and then my body. As she walked towards the bedroom she dropped clothing. Sweater, t-shirt, the jeans—how the hell she could get out of her jeans while walking I still don’t know, but there they were on the floor and I watched her do it. Her bra flew at my face and as I caught it her panties hit the ground. “Oh God girl you’re killing me.”
“Hurry the hell up. What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?” Jumping on the bed she did a flip and landed facing me with her tongue out. Once again I thanked God for giving me an ex-high school gymnast, talk about limber. Fuck yeah.
As I watched, she drew her lower lip between her teeth and bit down. Instantly my cock swelled against my zipper. Oh shit. She’s going to kill me. I swear the little tease read my mind, because she rose to her knees and spread her legs. One hand caressed her tit, and the other slid between her spread legs and rubbed her clit. God damn. I don’t know how the fuck my cock didn’t bust through the zipper. Fuckin’ hot.
Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I carefully unzipped. The last thing I needed was to catch my cock in the zipper. Kicking my jeans and shoes off, I jumped on the bed. “You’re a fucking tease.”
“Wow. It took you this long to figure it out,” she said, her voice husky with arousal.
“No I knew but you’re ten times worse now.”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too, babe. But damn, keep that shit up and I’m gonna blow my load before I ever get in you.”
“No worries, we’ve got all night.”
“True that, but it’s been so fuckin’ long…”
Smiling she straddled my hips. “I reiterate, we’ve got all night.”
“Do you use those big words in class too?” I couldn’t help it, I loved to tease her about her vocabulary. I never told her but I had to look up some of the words she used sometimes.
“Shut up.”
