Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
I threw my purse in the corner and turned on him. He slammed the door shut, his eyes hungry in the dark. The curtains were drawn, and the lights were off, giving us very little to go on except an orange finger of sun in the slit between the drapes. Neither of us cared.
He finished what I had started in the elevator, tearing his shirt up over his head and casting it aside. I had only enough time to kick off my shoes before he was on me, pressing me to the wall, hand cradling the back of my head. He brought his mouth down on mine, his lips soft and his tongue hot. I welcomed him in, sucking, licking, reciprocating. It was a sensual kiss, not as insane as it had been in the elevator. Here, we had time. We had the entire night.
I threaded a hand between us to reach up and stroke his jaw. He gripped me at the waist, sliding both hands around behind me to cup my bottom. I wished then that I was wearing my clubbing skirt. How masterful it would be for him to have such easy access to my private assets. How smooth the fabric would feel between our bodies while it lasted.
But alas, I was wearing jeans. I hadn’t been sure of myself enough to bring out the big guns and had opted for something more casual. The bulk of the denim between us was almost too much, and I reached for my own zipper.
He felt what I was doing and released me from our embrace. Standing back, he pulled down his own pants, throwing them away on the carpet. I slipped out of the confines of my own garments, revealing my true self in all my glory. We fumbled toward the bed, he in his underwear and me in mine. He pulled down the comforter in one massive swoop, leaving it in a crumpled heap on the floor.
He took me in his arms and laid me down on the mattress, the urgency in his movements draining away. Gazing down at me, he paused, as if considering his good fortune. He climbed on top of me, crushing me to the bed and stealing my breath. In a fluid motion, he pulled my hips against his and rolled to the center so that I was lying on top. He put his hands down my panties to cup my backside, spreading my legs so that his erection fit neatly into place.
I gasped. The bulge in his crotch felt so big, pressing against my intimate flesh. It sent shivers of pleasure dancing through my core as I rocked back and forth against it. He reached up with shaking fingers to unlatch my bra. My breasts fell free, catching the dying light as it turned from orange to purple behind the curtains.
He fit one hand over each breast, gently tracing their curves as I bounced. The sensations, both in my groin and in my chest, were so enchanting they stole my breath. I wound further and further out on a ledge, over a precipice of shimmering pleasure. He was my one-way ticket to freedom. I shuddered, reaching an orgasm before he had even penetrated me.
My delicate flower, slid so tightly against his cock, was swollen and throbbing in her release. I gasped for breath, collapsing against him. He kissed me soundly on one ear, rolling us so that he loomed over me. He dropped my panties down my legs, allowing them to fall on the night table. Shimmying out of his boxer shorts, he pulled his cock free. I watched, lazy from exertion, still feeling the pulse within my stomach that spread slowly like ripples in a pond. He reached two fingers between my outer folds, finding me soaked and ready for his passage.
I felt the intrusion like a shock wave, and an instant revival of the orgasm tore up my spine. He removed his fingers, painting my wetness across his shaft. He was thick and engorged, and in the dim light, I could see that he was hard as a rock. He inched forward, positioning himself between my legs. The tip of his member pressed down upon my entrance, prying me apart. There was joy as he took his rightful place, sliding deep within my cavern.
I sighed happily. This was it; this was the feeling I had been waiting for, the reward for maintaining my distance for so long. I reached around him to grab him by the buttocks, urging him deeper. His muscles tensed beneath my touch, driving him down, filling me up. He began to move, slowly at first, delicate little thrusts that made my thighs quiver. Building to a climax of his own, he drew out and down with a passion, in and out with a vigor that would make sailors blush.