Devin tugged at the waist band, and Dahlia moved to stop him.
“It’s alright.” He whispered. He sat up from the blanket where she crouched on all fours above him and moved around to where her skirted ass hovered in the air. Folding back the skirt over her back revealed her soft round hips and large thighs.
Dahlia cringed, but Devin gripped a handful of her soft flesh in each hand and leaned toward the warm wet slit that was longing to be tended. He sucked lightly on her lips and ran his tongue between the folds to the tiny aching bump of her clit. His hands moved from place to place, gripping at her flesh and sliding deep into the recesses of her hold.
Curling, stretching, and probing, his fingers filled her skillfully brushing the inner walls of her dripping pussy. She quivered and shook, straddling his face with her hips and crying out as he massaged her hard clit with his warm wet tongue.
Dahlia was panting now and cooing between the pants as the rhythmic rubbing brought her further out of herself. She tensed. Her whole body froze and her spine bent back in a body wracking contraction. She gasped, panted, moaned and quivered until at last she exhaled and came deeply and fully, on her knees on a blanket, by the beach, with a man she hardly knew.
Devin slid up beside her and kissed her hungrily. She could taste herself on his wet lips, and his tongue piercing into her mouth said without uncertainty that she would have more.
He brought her softness flat against him until she was almost lying on top of him with her knees spread wide across his waste. Long fingers pushed her hair back from her face as he kissed her forehead. He wrapped those long arms around her body and pressed against the small of her back and the top of her hips with one of his hands as he easily lifted his hips and slid himself inside of her with his full length.
Dahlia gasped slightly at the depth of the feeling and closed her eyes, giving herself over completely to the motion. His muscles moved beneath her chest and against her stomach and she pressed back and down against his hips, seeking every inch of union she could achieve. Slowly at first and with deliberate care, they moved together with ever-increasing abandon. As he moved faster, his hips came harder against her and she began to drop against him.
Devin pushed her up from his chest to sit on top of him. With her arms she could help lift herself to control the motion, and she began to drive the rhythm and ask for the impact with her body.
“That a girl.” Devin crooned quietly as she arched her back. He held her with one hand at her waist, with the other he tugged lightly at her pointing pink nipples as they danced up and down with the motion of her breasts. She worked faster and harder against him as he pressed up from the ground to enter her with a wet smack driving the two together. Her breath came in pants with the rhythm of their thrusts and she began to moan, softly at first, then louder as each thrust came.
“Slow, slow,” he suddenly pulled her down to himself as she was reaching a fever pitch. He pulled her body down slow and hard, and she could feel his body hunch as he pressed up inside of her. He lifted her up with just the strength of his arms and brought her back down again, slow, and hard like the dramatic climax of a movie wrought with emotion.
Dahlia did not blink. Perhaps she did not even breathe as he bore down against her deepest recesses and clutched her body against his as if he needed it more than the air around them. Paused at the peak of retained breath, tensed and quivering, both bodies exhaled at once, falling heavy and spent against each other. Dahlia lay again on Devin’s chest, with him still inside of her, while he pulled the end of the blanket over them both. Warm, wonderfully spent, and exhausted, she could hear the waves again, as if they and everything else has paused for the moment and now returned to their rushing lull. The steady beat of day to day would go on from here, but for now, there was only this.
Chapter 3
Dahlia woke to the sun streaming through the window of Devin’s luxury hotel room. The big soft bed was disheveled as she had hoarded the entire sheet to herself during the night. An empty wine glass sat where it was left on the table beside her bed, and bottles stood about the room as a testament to just some of the pleasures they had enjoyed the night before.
She rolled over to find an empty bed beside her, but the smell of coffee wafting through the doorway told her she was not alone. As she was wrapping herself in the sheet, Devin, in stunningly tailored slacks, appeared in the doorway with two cups of coffee in heavy white ceramic mugs.
“Good morning,” he said, sitting down in the chair beside the bed and handing her a cup.
“Good morning,” she returned bashfully. Her discomfort struck her as odd, since they had flung themselves together in so much abandon the night before. But with the daylight came the rules of normalcy and expectations, and Dahlia was her old self again.
“I have to go in to the office for a while.” You’re welcome to hang out here if you’d like. You could order room service and make a day of it. I’m not sure what time I’ll be back.”
“Oh, I have things I need to do.” Dahlia said smoothing out her sheet. “And I work the lunch shift at the café.”
“Will I see you tonight?” Devin asked coolly.
“Maybe.” She looked really uncomfortable now and she knew it.
“Alright then.” He put down his coffee and she heard his keys rattle in his hand. “Text me when you get off work and I’ll come pick you up if you want. I should be done by then I’d think.”
Dahlia nodded and smiled, but didn’t make eye contact.
He kissed her on the head, grabbed up his similarly tailored suit jacket and closed the door behind him.
Dahlia resolved to go to work and never speak of this moment again. She was ashamed of herself for being so easy, making herself a toy for a traveling sales man, and for throwing her characteristic caution to the wind. Dropping the sheet, she pulled her clothes together, pulled her fingers through the tangled mess of her hair, and headed out onto the street. She didn’t live far from the hotel and she wanted to get a shower before showing up for work.
“Hello.” Tomas smiled and waved at her as she marched past the bar toward the ladies room.
Dahlia smiled and waved back, but didn’t stop to chat as he had obviously intended.
When she emerged in her black waitress apron and slacks he was waving to her.
“Psst.” He waved her toward the bar again. “Psst.”
Finally she gave in and hurried over to the bar.
“So?”
“So, what?” she asked, seemingly annoyed.
“Oh, so it went like that.” Tomas looked a little let down.
“Like what?” Dahlia said pretending not to understand. “No, I didn’t sleep with him.”
“It’s Ok.” Tomas said shrugging his shoulders happily. “There’s still time.”
Dahlia waved him off and went on setting up her section.
It was a slower day than usual at the café, but still plenty of business moved through the doors to keep her busy. She had almost forgotten about the night before when her phone vibrated in her pocket. Without a thought for the sales man, Dahlia grabbed the purple case while she was pushing through the kitchen for an order.
“TEXT ME.” Was all it said.
Dahlia felt the impact in her stomach. Oh yeah, last night had happened. She put her phone on airplane mode, and went back to the dishes, bowls of soup, martini’s and cups of coffee. When the shift ended, her phone sat dead silent with its electronic gag still in place. As she peeled off the uniform that smelled of salad dressing and chai tea, she set her phone on the counter in the ladies room and looked at it.
Had he called?
She snatched the phone and allowed it to reconnect to the outside world. No calls. No more texts. Now she felt herself wanting to contact him. If nothing else, just to know what happened next.
“I’M DONE WITH WORK ARE YOU AROUND?”
“AT THE COFFEE SHOP” came the reply.
Dahlia waived at Tomas as she headed for the door. She didn’t st
op to chat. For the entire two blocks on her way to the coffee shop, she was imagining what she’d say, how she’d stand and what she would do if he asked her to spend the night with him. It was only two blocks, but she thought she’d run a hundred scenarios by the time she had reached the doors. She didn’t get in line. She didn’t even want a coffee, because there, in the back corner where they had sat the night before a neatly dressed business man with a tailored suit that hugged broad shoulders sat . . . without any coffee.
He stood up to meet her and moved her toward the door like he had somewhere important to go.
“Can I give you a ride?”
He said as his door locks beeped by the sidewalk.
“Sure, where are we going?”
“To share some things.” He said with a little smile. “I think we’ve got a lot of sharing to do tonight.”
Dahlia smiled nervously. In all the scenarios she had run in her head, he hadn’t said that in any of them.
“Oh, where did she go?” Devin looked at her disappointment in his big innocent eyes.
“What?” Dahlia said confused and maybe just a tiny bit offended.
“My beautiful wonder woman from last night. She’s gone, and here is a frightened girl in her place.”
Dahlia glared at the wheel of the car.
“Just get in.” he said with a bit of a sigh. “I can fix this.”
The hotel wasn’t very far away and it seemed silly to drive, but his power suit and sleek black power car seemed like such a match that Dahlia wondered if he drove just because he could. In silence they took the elevator to the 14th floor of the hotel and made their way to his room. He tossed the tailored jacket carelessly across the back of a chair and led her into the living room area where he sat on one of the couches.
“Have a seat.” He said. Again not asking.
Dahlia sat, but was not happy with how this was going.
“Last night I was with a stunningly powerful woman. Confident, sexual, self-assured. This morning, you tip toe around, avert your eyes and act like you’re ashamed.”
Devin moved toward her and kneeled in front of her so that he was looking right into her eyes. “I’m going to tell you what it is that men crave by telling you what I crave. It applies to women too, but it’s more complicated then.”
Dahlia held his eye contact and nodded seriously. “Ok. . .” she waited.
“I want you to show me, and I think you’ll understand.”
“What? Show you what?”
He gripped her by the hips and puller her until she was lying on the couch with her knees bent and feet on the floor. “Show me what you want when you think about getting EVERYTHING you want.”
Dahlia’s eyes were open wide, unsure what he was asking.
“Show me how you touch yourself, when you think about meeting a stranger in the café.”
Dahlia giggled, nervously, and tried to close her thighs.
“Oh, no. No I want you to show me.”
“But I can’t” Dahlia grinned in embarrassment.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her lips kindly, but somehow sternly.
“Show me.” He said, pinching at her perky nipples with the other hand.
He could smell the dampness of her excitement. Even if her head said this was not going to happen, her body had other ideas, and the wet spot on her panties betrayed her true feelings on the matter. He grasped the cotton panties at her hips and pulled them down around her knees. With the palm facing up, he slid his middle finger slowly into the hot wet crevice of her juicy snatch and curled it up, pulling firmly toward the ceiling as if he were tickling her very source of desire.
Dahlia squirmed and arched her back, knees splayed and wet pussy throbbing at the open air.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered moving further back to sit on the coffee table, middle finger still rubbing inside of her.
Making a little face in protest, her hands complied. She spread her swollen pink lips and ran her fingers down either side of her tender clit. She looked up at Devin for approval as he was stripping away his clothes. The dress shirt fell to the floor, and the slacks, bulging at the crotch, soon followed.
She patted her clit softly with her middle finger and then wiped through the wetness of her open pussy, rubbing the juices around her clit, purring softly.
“Pick one.” Devin said, displaying an orderly box of toys.
Dahlia didn’t own any such thing and hesitated to even touch them.
“Here,” he said selecting a blue, bulbous and variegated dildo from the set. He pressed rubbed it against her neck and across her cheek. Then, he brushed it across her lips.
Dahlia instinctively opened her mouth to meet it. The toy smelled of rubber, but for some reason she felt herself getting further aroused as he pushed it slowly in and out of her mouth.
“It has to be wet first,“ he said with a little smile as he withdrew the dildo from her wet lips and moved it then to her swollen pussy lips, and passed the toy into the hand that was not already rubbing firmly at her clit.
Now Dahlia was laid out on a hotel couch masturbating with a dildo for her lover to watch, and she was shoving that dildo harder into her gaping snatch with each passing thrust. She was moaning and turning her head from side to side, while Devin was working away at his throbbing cock with Dahlia’s own juices. They were both panting and sweating, looking into each other’s eyes, when Devin took hold of the dildo and pulled it away from her.
“But . . .”
Devin smiled holding it just out of her reach. As she felt her pussy emptied, she thought she might actually break into tears with frustration.
“What do you want?” Dahlia was shouting and whining at the same time.
“This is exactly what I want.” Devin said still holding the blue dildo away from her. “I want to see you love yourself, my cock, the act, the thrill. I want to see you take what you desire. We’d die for that.”
Dahlia smirked at him, still slumped on the couch, and made a lunge for the big blue toy.
“Oh, no my pet,” he said wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her up as he stood. He held the dildo in front of him like he was commanding a parade and Dahlia under one arm like a kicking puppy and proceeded directly to the bedroom where he dropped her on the bed with a plop. “Get on all fours for me.”
Dahlia sat obstinately still, studying him and weighing her options.
“I’ll give it back” he said smirking, and then repeated the command. “Get on all fours, face on the bed, ass in the air.”
She stared him down for a moment, almost for show, and then spun to put her ass in the air.
Devin dipped the dildo fluidly into her sopping wet gash and then began moving it in a spiral slowly, deliberately stirring around against the walls of her beautiful pussy. “Touch yourself,” he whispered, and she immediately complied. He spit, abruptly on her soft pink ass hole and rubbed it lightly with fingers wet with her frustration. She had never felt so full before, and was moaning happily into the blankets when she felt a warm wet finger slide seamlessly into her ass. She tensed and started to move.
“Ah, hold still or you’ll make it hurt.” He said working the dildo harder and deeper between her lips.
It didn’t hurt, but it did feel strange and made her a little self-conscious. No one had ever played with her ass like that before. Before she knew it though, there were two fingers in her ass, a dildo in her pussy and her own hands working feverishly on her clit.
Devin pulled his wet fingers out of her ass hole, to Dahlia’s disappointment, but then followed with a small firm dildo with a large flat butt stop on the end. It was narrow at first, but got wider and wider as it slid into her and then pop, she had a butt plug in place. She groaned and purred wiggling her body around to feel it push against her insides, and then he was on her.
Devin mounted her from behind, ruthlessly deep and firm. Dahlia gasped as he bottomed out against her and pushed against the butt plug that f
illed her ass. She had never been so full, or so hungry for more. He grasped her at the hips and began to thrust rhythmically as Dahlia cried out without thought for Devin or the neighbors. Her whole world was the orgasm that was building inside of her. She pressed back against his thrusts, looking for every bit of pressure their bodies could provide. Her face pressed down against the bed and her hands were working frantically at her clit. She could hear herself scream and gasp.
He slowed his thrusts, and held her tightly at the waist.
“Tell me what you want,” He said panting, between thrusts. “Tell me how you want it.”
“Fuck me! Oh god fucking FUCK ME!” She roared at him and begged for his cock.
“Fuck my ass, just take it!” she shouted thrusting back against him.
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