Obviously Samantha’s room wasn’t 723.
732?
He knocked more hesitantly this time. He’d hate to have to knock on all the doors down this hall to find her. He’d have a lot of unhappy people to meet that way. Dammit, he’d do it though.
A voice said from behind the door, “Joel?”
“Yes!” Success. He’d found her. “It’s me, Samantha.”
The door slipped open easily. Joel bounded inside and it clicked shut behind him. The lights had been turned off or dimmed or something. He placed the chain lock in place again before turning toward the room. The sign was already hanging outside on the door.
Maybe they were finally ready. Only where was Samantha?
Samantha stepped into view from where she’d gone around the slight bend to the wall by the bed. “Did you… Were you successful?” She’d changed. She now wore a white robe that looked a little more tattered than he’d expect a hotel robe to be. Must be her own.
He nodded, head bobbing up and down like a bobble-head. “Oh yeah.” He held the condoms out in front of her as if she were going to inspect them. Would she like ribbed? Didn’t matter now. He wasn’t going back down for any more.
She nodded. Took a deep breath and swallowed. And slipped the robe from around her body.
She wore a frilly little nighty that revealed a lot and covered little. It was a light blue and he’d never seen the sky look so beautiful as she did in the gauzy covering.
His heart pounded and his cock seemed to go three sizes bigger, making his clothing uncomfortable. “Bea…Gorgeous.” He changed direction in midsentence making him sound like an idiot. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t think clearly. Not with this beautiful woman standing in front of him.
She stared at the floor as though the pattern was the most interesting thing she’d seen all day. “I don’t even know why I packed this.” She scuffed a bare foot on the carpet. “But now, I’m glad I did.”
So was he. He looked back and dropped the condom box on the nightstand. Thinking again, he opened the box and pulled out a condom packet to put out on the nightstand instead of leaving it in the box. He broke it apart from its buddies. Then pulled apart a second and a third one to lie beside it.
If he was going for it all, he was going for it all.
He turned back to her, dropping the box back behind the pulled apart condoms. “You look amazing.”
A shy smile moved across her lips. “Thank you.”
He moved toward her and cupped her chin in his hands. “Looks like we have to find where we were again.”
She nodded. “Looks like it.” Her voice was so quiet, he could barely hear her. She didn’t meet his gaze either.
She’d gotten shy again. Couldn’t have that. “This time, I’m not stopping for anything. Earthquake. Flood. The second coming of George Lucas. They will all have to wait.” He stroked along her jaw line.
She lifted her neck and pointed with her index finger to a spot under her ear. “I think you were here.”
He’d been kissing her ear but he could take direction. “Ah.” He lowered his lips and kissed her gently under her ear.
She stretched out her neck with a soft sigh.
He moved closer and put his hands on her shoulder. He could feel the lacy strap of the nighty against his fingertips. As he lifted up and began kissing her ear again, he toyed with the strap, running it against his fingers.
She melted against him, her body going somewhat lax. She didn’t fall, supported by his weight and what little flex was in her limbs.
He liked her against him like this. Leaning on him. Depending on him.
He gently began to move them toward the bed again. He was serious about not stopping. Nothing would get in the way of what they were about to do this time.
They reached the bed and he pulled down one of the straps. The one on her left shoulder slipped down to her arm, helped by his fingers pressing on it.
He lowered his lips to kiss the creamy white shoulder. Nibbled and nipped at her skin. Freckles stood out again the milky whiteness.
He kissed up her neck again and across to push down the right side strap with his fingers and do the same to that shoulder.
Another soft sigh broke free from her lips. Her hands moved down to tug on his shirt, which wasn’t tucked into his jeans. She lifted the material, and he moved to help her take off his shirt. The chill in the air whiffed across his skin.
She moved her hands to stroke his chest, playing in his hair. She reached a flat nipple and twirled her finger around it.
His cock jumped.
He slipped the nighty down the rest of the way over her breasts, freeing them from the lacy confines. They bounced with the action.
He found himself captivated by the sight of her. Like the rest of her, the skin was milky white, save for two rose colored round circles around nipples that jutted out. She was the perfect size and perky. She’d fit in his hand, overflowing slightly when he cupped her.
She probably tasted wonderful.
He couldn’t take his eyes from her. Couldn’t stop staring at the body that lay before him, his for the tasting. His for the taking.
She shifted her weight.
He finished taking off the nighty by stretching it over her body and slipping it down long legs to the floor.
She now lay completely bare for his inspection. He could eat her up and might just do so later. She looked tasty.
Naked.
It was going to have to be a close inspection. Hands on. Mouth on. Oh, yeah, he’d oversee each part of the inspection personally.
Starting with the breasts that had just been freed and awaited his mouth. That was where he’d begin his huge, pleasurable job.
He lowered his mouth to run his tongue against a nipple.
She gasped.
He came back with his hungry mouth and drew her into his warmth. He sucked on her nipple, until it was fully extended and she wiggled her hips. Then, he did the same to the other side.
She cried out. “Joel.”
“What baby?” He’d never called a woman that before. But he liked the sound of it from his lips. “What do you need?”
She thrust out her chest, nipples gleaming with wetness. “I need you.” She reached over to undo his jeans. “Now.”
Chapter Six
He’d never had a woman be so forward with him. Damn, but he liked it. Liked that she probably wasn’t always this way but could be so with him. He spread his arms out. “You can have me, baby.”
She slipped his pants and underwear down at the same moment. They went down to his ankles and stopped at his tennis shoes.
Oh yeah. Guess she needed some assistance if they were to come off. His cock bobbed around as he clumsily slipped off his sneakers and finally divested his pants from his body.
Adonis he wasn’t but he stood before her naked and she wasn’t running away screaming. He must be okay.
Maybe even more than okay if the way her mouth was moving but sound wasn’t coming out was any indication, and the way her eyes seemed to devour him with their stark, feasting gaze.
He slid his body against hers.
They both hissed as their nakedness met in carnal abandon. Warmth met warmth in a slide of skin against skin.
He helped to lower her body onto the bed. They needed to move this along so they weren’t standing. He didn’t know about her but he didn’t want to be upright. He wanted to be inside of her.
She helped him, slipped up on the bed and slid up to the headboard. “I…don’t usually do this. Have sex with someone like this” She swallowed, a little uneasily. “I had to tell you that.”
“I know. Me either. Don’t usually do this.” This was something special. It had to be. Neither of them understood or could explain it but they both were doing something out of character. And loving it. To him, it somehow felt right. It must to her too or she wouldn’t be doing it.
She lifted her head to kiss him gently. Her lips were soft ag
ainst his own and almost shy in the joining.
His whole body suffered a quake and an inferno of the most dangerous kind. He felt like he was about explode and combust at the same time.
Which wasn’t good.
He needed to last for this. Hold out as long as he could. Give her the ultimate pleasure that would sear them both together.
He pulled back and put a vise on his lust. Time to keep that monster locked up until he had the villagers on the run.
“Joel…” A breathy voice. She nipped at his neck with little teeth that serrated against his flesh without breaking through.
All the fires that he thought he’d gotten control of reignited. He moaned. “Samantha…” He met her mouth with vicious abandon. Stroked his tongue against hers pat for pat until he was in control of the kiss.
He broke away from her again. To catch his breath. Afterward, he headed for parts down further south. That would give him something else to focus on besides his own libido. He was determined to give her pleasure and to outlast her.
She watched as he made his descent. “Godspeed.” Her eyes closed as he reached the promised land of her pussy.
Her pussy.
Which was now his playground.
He’d never used those words before to refer to a woman. Had never kissed a woman here. But they had to like what he did, right? Well, not exactly the same actions but close enough. He’d use his experiences to win this battle. Yes, a battle. A war. Only there were no losers. Only winners.
He touched her thigh and she jumped, moving off the bed. He patted her hip and separated her legs a little more. Planted himself in between them like she were the wishbone.
He carefully sent in a preliminary strike with his finger. Had to know what he was up against.
Wetness.
It enveloped him, telling him how turned on she’d been by his actions so far. He’d never expected to find so much this fast.
It shook him to his logical core. Made him want things he shouldn’t want at this point with her.
Warmth.
She was almost scorching to the touch, so hot was she. Yet, he wanted to keep touching and feel the almost burn.
How crazy was that?
Not insane at all.
He could get lost in this woman. Seriously lost. Maybe even more so than a new video game.
Scary stuff.
Not to think about today though. Today he’d only think about her body. The pleasure he could bring her. That would be his primary objective for the moment.
Coming inside of her was only secondary.
Yes, he would fulfill his mission here tonight. He’d be one hundred percent successful. Guaranteed.
He lowered his mouth. Stopped just above her loveliness to peek. Pink slickness under a fine smattering of hair. Folds led to the ultimate objective.
His nostrils flared.
He could smell her. Musky. A wanton scent. Intimate. That he could smell her told him how even more turned on she was than he’d thought. And he’d thought she was turned on a lot.
He lowered his lips the rest of the way and rested on her. He sniffed again. Inhaled that precious scent. That intoxicating odor.
He could get lost in the scent of her. The sight of her.
Now it was time to get a new sensation. The taste of her. He was sure to get lost in that too.
Gently, he ran his tongue from front to almost back along her folds. Drew in his tongue to process the taste of her.
She was his ambrosia. She tasted even better than she smelled. Heaven or corn chips had never tasted so good.
He stroked up and back again, parting the hair and folds with his deft fingers. He opened her for his tongue to take full advantage.
He left no corner untouched, no place unlicked. He explored her essence. Found her clit and played with it, moving the piece of flesh back and forth.
Her whole body spasmed.
He took note of what she liked and what made her react violently. Kept doing those things in faster succession. He abandoned things that didn’t send her squirming or make her moan.
He sucked her clit into his roaming mouth.
She keened, calling out his name and some unrecognizable sound that echoed around him. Her hips bucked wildly and he rode her much as he would a bucking bronco. He managed to keep his mouth on her by sheer luck.
Moisture rained as her whole body went through a series of intense shudders that brought down any resistance she might have.
He’d brought her to orgasm.
A brief part of his plan had been actualized.
She lay on the bed, a quivering mess, seemingly up in the heavens with her body covered in sweat.
He liked her like this. Could get used to doing such things to her. On a regular basis. Not anything he’d ever imagined with Samatra300.
Because he hadn’t known everything about her.
He tossed away the moseying doubts. This was about today. Not anything else. He’d live for this moment only. It was a good one to live for.
After he opened the condom and slipped it up himself, he moved along her body until he got to her mouth and he kissed her. Moved closer to her, sliding his body over hers.
She immediately bucked her hips up, sliding against his. She pushed at his chest. When he didn’t react, unsure of what she wanted, she broke the kiss. “Not so fast, buddy.”
He blinked at her. “What?”
“Roll on your back.” She shifted against him, encouraging him to do just that action. “Please.”
*
She watched a mixture of emotions shoot through him. He looked confused. Stubborn. Maybe even rattled.
Not as rattled as she was.
She’d never orgasmed like that before. Never with a man. Only with little toys and her own hand.
A man had never gone down on her like this before. Never given her oral sex and taken in her come like he was drinking her up.
Only Joel.
Her mouth felt as dry as cotton. No wonder as much liquid as she’d just lost. She must have poured out her entire stock of moisture. Between her thighs felt as slippery as could be from his ministrations.
She encouraged him to move from her with careful movements of her hips. It was time he got something back.
She intended to give it to him. As good as she’d gotten.
He looked perplexed. “My back?”
She nodded. “Your back.”
He moved onto his back, trusting her just like he always did in video games. They were good at coming up with plans together. But sometimes you had to improvise off the cuff. He always worked with her when they had to improvise and deviate from the plan without letting the other know. Or come up with an entirely new plan at the spur of the moment. They’d always trusted each other enough to work together even when they didn’t know the whole intention.
It was her turn to come up with the plan. He would trust her now. How did she know that about him? Because she knew him. He lay there, splayed in front of her, letting her do her will. He trusted her that much.
Heart pounding, she ran her hand along his side, enjoying the way the muscles bunched up under her roving fingertips.
She brushed against his cock and lingered with stroking hands.
He came off the bed, thrusting his hips into the air. “Can’t. Last. If. You. Do. That.” He let out a loud growl to punctuate that statement.
So much for condoms taking away sensations. If his clipped speech was any indication, he must be able to feel plenty.
She also probably couldn’t get as wild as she wanted with her hand without breaking the thing. Tasting him would have to come another time. When he hadn’t sheathed up already. Maybe she needed a new plan.
She removed her hand. She already had one.
She replaced the hand with herself, grinding down on him until he slipped inside of her with a pop that made them both hiss again like they had when bodies had come together.
“Nyah.” Didn’t make sense. She
wasn’t even sure what she was trying to say, but she kept her attention on moving against him, not trying to figure out her befuddled speech.
He reached up with both hands to stroke her shoulders.
She rose up, then slipped down, taking him in and out of her body. Kept him moving against her with even strokes.
She’d never been on top before. The sensations were different. Not as heavy as when she was on the bottom. She could control the pace.
She liked being in charge.
Looking down at him under her, she noted the look of pleasure moving across his handsome face.
She liked looking down on him. Seeing him under her. Knowing she had him where she wanted him.
Slowly, she continued the pace, keeping it measured and even. She concentrated and clenched her muscles together when she came down on his cock.
He let out a stiff groan. “God. Samantha.”
She wasn’t God or even close but she liked hearing her name fall from his lips in passion like this.
Another stroke down. More muscles clenching. Apparently more moisture coming down as she felt slicker as she encircled him with her walls.
Up and down, her world narrowed to keeping the motions going. To keeping herself around him. To clenching him.
Another stroke.
His hips thrust up vainly in some mad attempt to keep himself lodged in her, but he had to cede to her authority. He couldn’t control this. Only she could.
Another thrust.
He grasped her hips, one in each hand. He pushed on her, trying to keep her around him without moving.
She hesitated for a moment, grinding against him in an attempt to give him what he wanted but then, she had to move again.
Up and down, she picked up the pace. Became faster. Slicker. More agonized as she bore down on him.
Then the pace became more frenzied. It was as if they couldn’t get close enough to the other. She surely couldn’t as she slammed down around him.
It was only a few strokes later that his fingers gripped her hips so tightly they bit into her skin. He thrust up, trying to get as far up inside her as he could. He roared her name with the gusto of a sailor.
He came.
His climax seemed to last forever as he pushed up against her and rocked every time an aftershock hit him.
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