Between the Sheets

He walked to the couch and sat down, unzipping his pants. I knelt before him and took his flaccid penis into my mouth. I used my hands, tongue, and a good amount of spit to get him erect.

I was nestled in the pillow of my own bedroom as I had these thoughts of my hotel hook up. It was still early in the morning. I had crawled back into bed for a moment to warm up, to relax before my bath. I pulled the blankets up and closed my eyes, imagining his darkened hotel room.

The shades were completely drawn, letting in only cracks of light. One orange lamp on the table at the far side of the room gave light to what we were doing. Gradually, he became engrossed in what I was doing, hips pushing into my mouth and hands forcing my head down farther, trying to gauge how far he could push himself into me before I gagged. Each push of his hands on my head was a little harder.

My eyes remained closed. My fingers dipped into my pussy to get the moisture from it, and begin rubbing my clit. I began to alternate holding my breath as I rose to small peaks, and then letting the wave subside without orgasm so that I could continue…

He pulled my mouth off of his cock, and held my chin to look at him. “You’re not bad at that. But that isn’t all I had in mind.”

I said nothing. He moved to stand and I, still on my knees, backed away from the couch as he did. He told me to get on all fours and lift my skirt. He knelt behind me and fumbled for a moment, as the tip of his cock entered me.

As I rubbed my clit, I reveled in being used by him.

The sex became sweaty, with us both still fully clothed. It was rushed and frantic. He pulled himself from me and gave me a nudge to insinuate he wanted me turned over. He still had his cock in hand, rubbing it in good rhythm. I lay on my back, and he climbed on top of me. His knees had my shoulders pinned to the ground. He held my head, arched back with one hand. With the other, he continued stroking himself.

I could feel my clit harden as my finger traced over it again and again. My breath was held continuously now. It would be but a moment until a spasm in my inner thighs and lower back would pull my shoulders off of the bed in convulsion. My head arched back as I imagined his come all over my face. I sank back into the bed, every muscle within me incapable of functioning. I curled into the warmth of the pillows. The bath didn’t happen for at least an hour after that.

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