**snort** Bush.
He stepped toward the bed like a stealthy lion. I guess that made me the prey. With one knee on the bed, he pushed up until he was directly on top of me. “I’m naked. Now what do you want me to do?”
Oh, fuck. On a sigh, I said only one word. “Everything.”
I was a little surprised when the first thing he did was kiss my lips. It was a soft, sweet little kiss. I half expected him to jam his tongue down my throat and go to town on the rest of me, instead he took his time kissing me and touching me. He focused on my face and hair; then he moved down my neck, which I loved, to my breasts. “These tits are spectacular.”
“Thanks.” I was only able to get that word out because he’d latched onto me with his wicked tongue and teeth. “Fuck,” I moaned. He moved to my other one and did the same thing. All I could think was,God, how did I get so lucky?
He played with my chest with his hands and mouth for several long minutes, but then his mouth started to move downward. I put my hand on his dark hair and grasped his wavy strands. I needed something to hold on to. When he reached my belly button, I held my breath. My stomach is not flat. The guys I’ve been with in the past usually avoided those areas and just went right to screwing. I guess it never bothered me. I expected Billy to do the same thing, but he didn’t. Instead, he kissed and licked my stomach like it was ice cream. I couldn’t decide how to feel about it, to be honest. His hands roamed my hips then slid between them to open me up wider. Oh, shit. Was he? When I felt his nose nudging between my legs, I knew. He was.
At first, his tongue felt strange down there until he found my clit. The second he made contact with it, I moaned and squirmed. Using the hand that was still in his hair, I pushed down to urge him onward. In no time, I was orgasming and practically screaming his name thanks to the combination of his fingers and tongue. The man was talented. After I’d come down from my orgasmic high, he lifted his head to look at me. His face was shiny with my… let’s leave it with his face was shiny. He stared into my eyes, but there was a smile on his face… and something else. Pride? He should be proud. I was tickled pink with his ability to make me come in under three minutes. We looked at one another for an uncomfortable amount of time. Until finally, he asked, “You ready for me?”
I assumed he was referring to his mammoth cock. Honestly, I wasn’t sure my vajayjay was ready, but I wasn’t about to stop him. “Yes.”
When he stepped off the bed and walked over to his suitcase, it gave me a chance to see the back of him. Oh. My. His ass was fantastic. It was asstastic. All firm and high. I needed to touch it, squeeze it just to make sure this wasn’t a mirage.
Turning back to me, he had a strip of condoms in his hand and a smirk on his face. “You staring at my ass, JoJo?”
“Hell yeah. You have a stellar ass, Billy.”
“Turnabout is fair play.” He pointed to me. “Roll over and let me see that luscious ass of yours.”
Luscious ass? Far from it. It’s jiggly and dimply, but it’s not out of control. Rolling over onto my stomach, I lay still.
“Up on your hands and knees, babe.”
Pushing myself up, I looked back as he rolled a condom down his long, hard shaft.
“Scoot back, closer to the edge of the bed.”
I scoot back then feel his hands on my hips. “Y-you’d better go slow. My tiny-gina isn’t used to that.” I nodded down at his monster cock.
Chuckling, I felt his hands roam all over my back, waist, hips, and ass. He was relaxing me with his touch. I was tempted to lay back down until I felt him begin to press inside of me. “Spread your legs wider, JoJo.”
I did as he instructed and moaned when I felt him slide in deeper. He was doing as I asked; he was moving slowly. It still burned a little at first, probably because it had been a long time since I’d had sex, over a year, so it wasn’t surprising my vagina was scared.
When he was seated all the way inside, I could feel his body pressed against my ass. I reached down between my legs and felt his balls, skimming them with my short nails. Billy growled, “Do that again.” So, I did. Not only that, I grasped them lightly and gave them a little squeeze. “Fuck,” he moaned, adding, “your pussy is gripping me like a vice.”
“You’re welcome,” I said with a small laugh, which was stopped abruptly by Billy pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. “God.” It was my turn to moan.
“Gonna fuck this pussy hard now, JoJo.”
He pulled out. “Thank.” When he slammed back in, I finished with “You.”
I felt his hand in my hair and then a tug. He had my braids in his fists, pulling me back as he fucked me. I was his puppet. And I didn’t mind one bit, especially when I felt an orgasm build from deep inside of me. The faster he moved, the closer I got. I squeezed him with my internal muscles, and that was all I need to push the orgasm out of me. I arched my back and cried out as I felt myself pulse around him. I heard him before I felt him inside of me. He was over my back and wrapping me up in his arms before I knew it. “Christ, JoJo.” He was panting and kissing the back of my neck.
Our bodies slid down onto the bed, neither of us saying a word. The only noise was the sound of the heater whirring and our breathing. I wiggled from beneath him so I could move up onto the bed, and he let me. When my head was on a pillow, I turned to watch him remove the condom, tie it closed, and toss it into the small trash can by the desk. As I started to feel sorry for the cleaning crew, I felt him slide into the bed, wrap his arms around my waist, and whisper in my ear. “Give me a bit, and we’ll go again.”
Again? Twice in one night? No. Way. That was a myth. A legend. Things that only happened in my sexy books.
“Okay.” My voice was weak, but I knew he heard me. I felt him kiss me on the back of my neck again and then his breathing evened out. At least I didn’t have to wonder if I was supposed to leave now. I could sleep for a bit, then I’d sneak out.
True to his word, Billy woke me up with his tongue. My orgasm took a bit longer to coax out of me, but he was a real go-getter. I guess he wouldn’t take no, from my vagina, for an answer. She finally gave in. Bless her.
He fucked me twice more that night. The second time I was on top. I wasn’t sure I liked it much, but he sure did. He sat up so his face could be right at boob level. The third time, he was on top in the traditional, missionary position. He was sweet and slow that time, giving me lots of soft, sweet kisses throughout. We came together and fell asleep immediately afterward. Well, he did. Once I knew he was out, I slid out of bed, quickly dressed, and snuck out of the room in the wee hours, needing to get home before anyone at my house woke up. My walk of shame was depressing, but at least it wasn’t seen by anyone else. While I knew it was just a one-night stand, I couldn’t help wishing I could see Billy again. There was just something about him. And, no, it wasn’t his cock.
God, you’ve got a dirty mind. It had nothing to do with his dick.
