and murmuring"how's it going to be this time." a sharp intake of breath was your response. and i pushed you up against the wall, pinned you actually, my legs inside yours and kissed you hard and passionately. my hands went immediately to breasts, one slipped inside your gorgeous red lingerie and pinched your nipple to immediate attention. leaning into you my already hard cock leaning into you strong short thrusts to get us into further synch. i wasn't going to be slow this time, i wanted you and i wanted you at that moment. dropping a bit slower now to my knees, kissing on my way down, i kissed/licked/nibbled my southerly tour to your anointed/appointed land, visiting your clavicle (a beautiful line), the valley of your breasts, nipples (both), your belly, which i would again, and again kiss, finally your soft fuzzy mound, where i took in your soft lovely scent. one lick told me that you wanted me and were ready, but i was not as yet, i wanted/needed a full taste of you, and that i got, as my tongue starting in front enticed your clit, my hands spreading you open, your clit now fully engorged, offering itself to my mouth, which i gladly took in touched, my tongue teased and taunted all around you, and sliding in one, now two fingers, you moaned aloud as you leaned into the corner of the room, able to stand only with the support of the walls. my fingers in-out,in-out and my tongue made its magical trip bringing you to ecstasy. and you came and you came, and i held you up, one leg draped over my shoulder, and me full face into you.

and some days this would be enough, but not that day, i stood turned you into the adjacent bathroom, leaned you into the sink, and from behind entered you, my hand entangled in your hair, pulling your head back as i fucked you, just as you demanded, "yes, fuck me hard, fuck me hard," was all that you could say, and i did again, in-out, in-out, in-out. and you watched me (and you watched you) in the mirror as i entered you, no, as i fucked, and fucked you fiercely again and again and again, and we both saw what it looks likes when we climax simultaneously, as we did, in the hotel bathroom, that early morning in May.
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6 comments:
Damn this was good! You just described a perfect fantasy for me. I think we think alike, Mr. Max. :)
my pleasure, absolutely my pleasure.
You know that I love the dichotomy of a frenetic fuck and the deliciously sweet slow sex. As always, I love your memories.
Hot! As always, I'm gonna have to read this again, and again.... etc etc
What is it about hotel rooms? Is it because, when you've had your fun, you can toss the key on the side, shut the door, go home and let someone else clear up (barring the icky stuff, of course. You've already taken care of the icky stuff, right?)?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... love mirror sex.
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