by Rye Hart
“Just like old times,” he whispered, his breath brushing against my lips.
“Yes,” I said, my face hurting from smiling so much and so wide. “Just like old times.”
***
“I forgot how amazing their tiramisu really is,” I gushed.
I finished the last of my cake with a groan of pleasure and sat back in my seat, feeling like I might literally burst right there.
“God, that was so good,” I groaned, feeling my swollen belly.
“Do you have to be getting back to your daughter?” Shane asked.
He lifted his fork to his mouth, and used the tip of his tongue to lick the remaining crumbs clean off his fork. I eyed this movement carefully, imagining what that tongue could do to my body if he licked me like that.
“No, my mom's off,” I said, shooting him a mischevious grin. “She said I didn't have to hurry back.”
“Good.”
“Why? What do you have in mind?” I asked.
“I was thinking maybe dessert, round two,” he said.
“I don't think I could eat another bite of anything right now,” I chuckled.
“Who said anything about eating?”
His eyes sparkled and held a devious glint in those fiery depths as he put his fork down.
“Oh? So where were you planning to have this delightful dessert. In your crowded apartment or my mom's crowded house?” I teased.
“Neither,” he said. “I've booked a hotel room, actually. Just in case things were to head in that direction – I wanted an option.”
“A hotel? Wow, your new gig must be paying well,” I teased.
He shrugged. “It's not too bad,” he said. “So, what do you say?”
My insides were tied in knots and my throat was suddenly as dry as the desert. I was struggling to form a coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence – mostly thanks to my nerves, which were jingling and jangling. But, judging by the moistness in my panties, and the intense need I had for more of his kisses, there was no way I could turn him down.
“I say – let's get out of here,” I said with a wink.
I grabbed my purse and the two of us scurried out of the restaurant, his hand on the small of my back as we walked to his car. Luckily, the hotel wasn't very far. I squirmed in my seat as Shane rested his hand on my thigh. I couldn't tell if he was as nervous as I was. It didn't seem that way. Shane parked, and since he'd already checked in and everything, he pulled out his room key and together, we walked inside and down the hall to the room.
It was nothing fancy – especially since Walter didn't have super high end hotels. But, it was private. My mom, daughter, and his siblings weren't running around, which was a huge bonus. As soon as he opened the door, he pushed me inside, and our lips were on each other once more. The fire and passion burned bright and I felt my body lighting up with it.
This time, however, his lips didn't just kiss mine. Oh no, he moved down my neck as his hands worked over my dress, grabbing at it as if he wanted to just rip it off me. He slipped the tip of his tongue along my neck, and I shuddered as waves of pleasure rippled through me.
“Yes, Shane,” I muttered.
He continued pushing me backward until I fell against the bed. He stood there, towering over me and staring down, his eyes glowing with a lust-fueled fire. A salacious grin spread across his face, and he had the look of a man who knew he was about to get laid.
Shane parted my legs and dropped between them, kissing his way up my thighs. The softness of his full lips on my skin made me squirm and writhe. He grabbed onto my hips and pulled me down the bed, pulling me closer to him. I squealed with surprise, grinning down at him as he slipped my panties to the side. Shane flicked his tongue out, running them along my wet, swollen lips, before licking around my clit. I arched my back upward and I groaned, my eyes fluttering open and shut as he continued exploring my body with his tongue.
“Oh yes,” I muttered, my hands landing on the back of his head.
I raked my nails along his scalp as he devoured me. He went beyond just the simple flicks of his tongue against my clit. He was fucking me with his tongue now, moving it in and out of my tight little hole as my body convulsed in pleasure. He licked and sucked on me with absolute fervor, like I was made of the nectar of the gods themselves. My hands pushed him deeper into me without meaning to – it just felt so damn good and I wanted all of him.
I didn't want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.
“Yes, Shane... Oh God,” I cried out.
My pussy spasmed around his mouth as I came, and Shane never once slowed down his pace. He kept me going, licking and sucking with the eagerness of a man who thrives on eating pussy, making the pleasure coursing through my body burn with an intensity that sent me over the top.
My orgasm had barely subsided when Shane was moving up my body, lifting my dress off over my head. His mouth crashed into mine again, and I tasted myself upon his lips. His tongue and mouth were coated in my juices, but I didn't care. I wanted him, all of him, and it was obvious from the way his cock pressed against me, through his slacks, that he wanted me too.
I fumbled with his belt and zipper as Shane worked at the snaps of my bra. Our hands were trembling – it almost felt like we were clumsy teenagers all over again – but we managed to get ourselves mostly undressed.
Slipping my hands up Shane's shirt, I slid my fingers along the smooth skin of his abs and chest. So tight. So firm. So filled out. I had to remove the shirt and see him in the flesh. He helped me lift it off over his head, and I marveled at the beauty. Tattoos that hadn't been there before, now dotted his chest and I traced along them with my fingertips.
All while he stared down at me, hovered over me. His eyes drank me in as he reached for my breast. Lowering himself against me, he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, gently. The sensation of his moouth on my nipple tore through my body like a bolt of lightning, reaching the crown of my head, all the way down to my toes, and I cried out in pleasure.
His cock pressed against me, the tip of him resting against my pussy. I opened my legs for him, hoping to welcome him inside of me, but he continued focusing on my breasts instead. He moved his mouth over to the other nipple, his brown eyes staring deep into mine as he sucked on them with as much glee as he'd sucked on my pussy.
“Please,” I groaned, my voice breathless as I writhed upward toward him, asking with my hips for what I wanted from him.
Shane pulled back from my breast and held himself above me, staring deep into my eyes. His cock pressed against my opening, just the tip slipping between the velvety folds between my thighs. He smiled as he rubbed himself against my clit.
I wrapped my legs around his body and with all my strength, pulled him into me. It didn't seem to do much good, but Shane himself pressed forward, burying himself deep inside of me with one, hard thrust. He pushed past the folds of my pussy and drove himself into me with a low, animalistic grunt.
“Yes, yes,” I cried out, wrapping my hands around his body.
His gaze held mine as he moved in and out of me, our bodies finding a rhythm all our own. A rhythm our bodies seemed to remember well from the years that had gone by. We moved in unison, our bodies creating a perfect – and perfectly remembered – harmony.
“God, I've missed you,” he groaned.
His head fell, his forehead resting against mine as we stared into each other's eyes. He dotted kisses along my neck and collarbone, his breathing heavy in my ear.
“I've missed you so much, Piper,” he said.
“I've missed you too,” I said.
He grabbed onto my leg, lifting it slightly to get a better angle for himself, and then buried himself balls deep inside of me. I cried out, shuddering with pleasure as he started pounding deeper and deeper into my pussy.
“I want you on top, so I can see all of you,” he said.
He rolled us over before I knew what was happening, never leaving my body. I was straddling him now,
and I sat up, stretching my arms up over my head to give him the view he wanted.
“You're so fucking sexy,” he said.
He reached up, his large, but soft hands kneading at my tits, teasing my nipples as I rode him. I ground myself against him, my clit rubbing hard against his pelvic bone. His hands continued exploring my body, as he savored my curves. I drew in a sharp breath as his fingernails raked against my flesh, as he moved his hands to my hips, holding me in place and helping me find our rhythm again.
His hips rose up to meet mine now, bringing us even closer together. I fell onto him, my head resting against his chest. His heart was beating so fast, thundering in his chest as I continued grinding my body against him, feeling his cock pounding against the walls of my pussy. I clenched myself around him, bringing a groan from deep in his body.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he said. “If you keep that up, I won't last much longer.”
Wanting to please him, I purposefully clenched down around him, lifting my head to stare into his eyes. I wanted to see his face when he came. Wanted to feel it as badly as I wanted to see it. His jaw was clenched and he gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he thrust himself upward, driving his cock deeper into me. I cried out his name, over and over again.
I was close, and from the sounds of his grunts and the nearly frantic movements of his body, so was he. He guided me up and down on his hard shaft, and I was bouncing up and down on top of him, fucking him fast and hard. He felt so good inside of me, plunging his cock into me again and again, setting off explosions of sensation as he touched all of my most sensitive spots.
“Cum for me, Piper,” he growled. “Cum all over my cock, baby.”
“I'm going to,” I whimpered. “Oh God, I'm going to cum...”
My voice trailed off as my orgasm ripped through my body. I squeezed my eyes shut as I cried out, my nails digging into Shane's chest as he thrust upward one last time. Together, we groaned and thrashed on the bed, our bodies riding out our orgasms together.
Shane looked deep into my eyes as he let out a growl that sounded only partly human as he exploded inside of me, his hands holding onto my hips tightly. I flexed my muscles around the shaft of his cock, relishing the feel of his hard prick throbbing inside of me, milking every last drop of his cum from it.
Once the pleasure subsided, I collapsed on top of him. My head rested against his chest, and we both just sat there, our bodies still intertwined together in silence. His hands moved up and down my back, gently kneading me, as we caught our breath.
After a while, Shane finally lifted my face and kissed my lips as his cock slipped out of me. He helped me roll over beside him, and curled himself around me, stroking my cheek as he looked deep into my eyes.
“Think you could stay the night?” he asked.
“I think I could arrange that,” I said. “As long as I'm back in time to get ready for my nine a.m.class tomorrow.”
“Good,” he said, nuzzling against me, inhaling my scent. “Because I've missed this so damn much.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
SHANE
Waking up next to Piper the next morning was one of the happiest moments of my adult life. She was still asleep, nestled underneath the blankets with her silky black hair sweeping over the white pillowcase. Her body fit perfectly into mine. It was as if we'd been made for another. My arms were wrapped around her and she was close enough that I could smell the sweet coconut scent of her shampoo.
This was the closest thing to heaven I think I'd ever knew before. I really didn't want her to leave, but I knew she had class and a daughter, and an entire life that didn't involve me. I knew she had a lot to get back to, but selfishly, I wanted her to stay there with me for a little while longer. Maybe forever.
I really hoped that maybe though, once I got my own life back on track, that we'd be able to spend much more time – and many more nights – together.
I kissed her forehead, then her nose. Then I trailed a few kisses along her jawline until I got to her lips, which were already smiling by the time I got there. Her eyes opened and stared deep into mine.
“Good morning, sunshine,” I said to her, pushing a tendril of hair back away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “How'd you sleep?”
“Wonderful,” she said, yawning. “Better than I've slept in years, actually.”
“Good,” I said and kissed her again, just for good measure.
I'd never get tired of kissing those lips. She looked past me at the clock and groaned.
“Guess I need to get going soon, huh?”
“Have time for a quick shower at least?” I asked.
“Maybe. As long as you don't distract me,” she teased, playfully tapping me on the chest.
“Distract you? Me? And how would I do that?”
“Oh you know all too well,” she said, pressing her body against mine.
We were both still naked, and her warm flesh against mine caused a stirring in my groin. God, I loved being next to her.
She took hold of my cock and gripped it tightly, taking me by surprise. A small smile played upon her lips as she stroked it, staring at me with innocent eyes. The expression on her face said she was just as shocked as I was by what was happening – that she had no intention of coming onto me. I felt myself growing stiffer in her hand, and I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations flowing from my cock to the rest of my body.
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned. “Not that I'm not enjoying this or anything, but don't you have to be getting home?”
She shot me a wry smile. “Maybe.”
She slipped her hand away from my cock, and I let out a sigh of disappointment, kicking myself for having said anything about her getting home at all.
“Let's shower,” she said, tipping me a flirty wink.
“Yes, let's,” I said.
The hotel's shower was small, but it would get the job done. It was large enough for us both to stand in the shower, even though we were pressed together a bit. I wasn't going to complain about having her tight little body pressed so close to mine. Honestly, having her body up nestled against mine was something I'd never grow tired of. I was still hard, but I knew she had to get back to her daughter, so I focused instead on the shower.
I lathered up the wash cloth with the body wash, and started on her chest, my movements slow and deliberate. I moved over her body, gently washing her skin with the soap, her hair wet and falling around her face. I slid my hands down between her thighs with the wash cloth, taking a little more time and care, and she let out a small groan, smiling wide at me.
She grabbed the cloth from my hand and said, “My turn.”
Adding a little more soap to the cloth, she began washing my chest and down the front of me. Her hands moved over my body and, sliding all the way down to my erection. She gave me another wry smile as her hand and the cloth wrapped around it the length of my hard prick. She started cleaning me down, moving the cloth up and down my hard rod, the soap making it glide easily across my skin. She gripped the base of my shaft tight, giving me a little squeeze, and drew a long, shuddering breath from me.
She surprised me a moment later, when she dropped to her knees in front of me, letting the water rush over my body and clean the soap away. Lowering her head, she took the tip of my cock into her open mouth, and when her tongue circled the head of my prick, my knees almost buckled.
There was a smile on her lips and a mischevious glint in her eyes as she moved her mouth down the length of my cock, teasing me with her tongue, her hands now washing my balls. I leaned against the back wall, completely surprised by all of this – and enjoying every second of it.
Her beautiful, black hair was moving up and down as she sucked my cock, her gray eyes tilted upward to stare at me as she did it. To watch me watching her as she sucked me off. I ran my hand through her wet hair, admiring just how gorgeous she was, with her red lips surrounding my shaft, holding onto it tightly. She worked her hand and mouth up and down my cock, pumping a
nd sucking it hard, like she had something to prove. The sensations came crashing down over me, leaving me almost breathless.
“Oh God,” I groaned. “Fuck, baby. Yes.”
Even though it had been more than nine hours since I'd last gotten off, having my cock in her mouth was such an amazing feeling that I was already close to blowing my load again. Piper did that to me, she had always been so good at getting me off. She'd always known just what buttons to push to drive me absolutely crazy.
Our chemistry always made everything between us hot as hell, and she was my first love. Practically, my first everything. Sometimes, I thought she would be my only love, and staring down at her, I realized it would be so easy to fall in love with her all over again.
Not that I wanted to move too fast – but my heart was definitely trending in unexpected directions.
She sped up the movements of he rmouth, her tongue flicking along the side of my shaft. She wanted to make this fast, probably because of the lack of time we had – and she was doing a damn good job too. With my hands in her hair, I pushed her down, but not too far. She tightened her lips harder around my cock, and that was it.
I cried out, exploding in her mouth as a rush of pleasure overtook me.
“God, yes,” I groaned.
She took every last drop of my hot seed into her mouth and continued staring up at me with her wide, innocent eyes as she pulled my cock from her perfect lips. She swallowed my whole load down, a small smile curling the corners of her mouth.
Wiping her mouth, even though there was nothing to wipe off, she stood up and pressed those lips to me. Some men may fear kissing a woman after she'd just given them a blow job, but those men are assholes. After a woman does something like that for you, you should kiss her – long and deep and full of passion. Because she deserves it and so much more.
“Please tell me you'll see me again,” I said, pressing my forehead to hers.
“I'd love that, Shane,” she said, brushing her lips along my cheek. “But for now, I really need to get home.”