by Faye, Carmen
Emmy nodded her head and then stared at his mouth. She wanted more, but he was just sitting there. “Yes. I did like it.” She hoped that giving him verbal consent would make him continue the onslaught of pleasure she knew he could give her.
He sat back in the seat and moved his hand from her breast and from around her neck, and she wondered if she’d done something wrong. Maybe he was just in from a long deployment and was shocked that he would have gone for someone with a few extra pounds and as plain as her. She refused to be upset about that. People liked what they liked, and he couldn’t help it if she didn’t fit the bill, but neither could she.
When he turned his body toward her his hand settled on her thigh, and she wondered if he was going to tell her something or if he was just trying to ease her body down from the euphoric high she’d thought it was about to go on. She didn’t look at him, but after a few minutes, she could feel him slowly hiking up the long skirt she’d worn for her long trip. It was a free-flowing skirt that was comfortable and cute in her opinion. When her skirt was gathered around her waist, she looked down to watch his fingers walk across her thighs toward her panties. It was almost mesmerizing, and she opened her legs just a little in anticipation of him reaching what she hoped was his destination.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and she shivered a little with the force of her arousal.
She watched those two fingers like her next breath depended on them touching her, but that touch didn’t come. Emmy looked over at Matt, hoping the question she had was showing on her face because she didn’t think she would be able to voice that question out loud.
The smile he bestowed upon her seemed bright in the dim room, but he moved his fingers the few inches needed to get to the place she wanted him to be. If she thought he was going to just dive in like he did with that kiss, she was mistaken. Running his thick finger up and down the seam of her no-no place was sensual and decadent. He was acting like he had all the time in the world, and they weren’t in a public place.
“Is this what you meant when you wrote you wanted to have sex with a stranger?” he asked softly.
The gasp was so loud that came from her throat she looked around to see if anyone else had heard her or were looking at what they were doing. They must not have because the world didn’t stop and the fingers she thought would be pointed at her weren’t there.
“I… how did you read that so quickly? I thought I got to it before you could see it.”
“I’m pretty good at reading quickly, and the pink piece of paper you’ve been holding like a lifeline since I saw you captured my interest, but you didn’t answer my question.”
What question? He was rubbing from her hard bundle of nerves at the top of her sex to the entrance where he’d stop and push in a little each time he got there. It was hard to concentrate when he was doing what he was doing to her body and asking questions at the same time.
“I don’t know,” she said, feeling the embarrassment come back until he held his finger on her love button and pushed in harder than he had before. It was like it was a control panel for her hips because they started moving almost automatically, trying to grab the climax that was going to come soon. He released the button and went back to teasingly stroking her.
“There will be none of that. If you want to find out who you are, you’re going to have to get honest with yourself.”
“What? You only had that paper in your hand for a few seconds. No way you read all that?” She felt like she was going into a panic.
“Shhh… calm down. I probably didn’t see the whole thing; those things just jumped out at me.”
She studied him to see if he was trying to make her feel better or if he was telling the truth, but he had such a good blank face she didn’t know how to read it. Emmy turned a bit towards him to get a better look at him, so she could ask a few questions herself. However, he took that moment to slide her panties to the side and insert one thick finger inside her.
“You are so wet. Looks like you enjoy getting groped by strangers in the dark. I bet you taste good, too.” He took his finger out and brought it to her lips.
She was so shocked that he’d brought her wetness to her mouth that she opened just a bit to say something, but he rubbed his finger across her lips and then put it into her mouth. It was almost automatic that she wrapped her lips around his finger and started to suck. The taste wasn’t as bad as she thought it would have been. It was like a slightly citrusy tang that wasn’t as overpowering as the scent. She swore he growled a bit before he took out his finger, and his mouth closed over hers. He kissed her like he was starving, and she was happy to be the entry he chose to eat.
He moved his hand back to the spot he vacated before the sexy kiss started and plunged two fingers inside while he continued to kiss her. It was like sensory overload, and her body didn’t know what it was supposed to be doing. It chose to tighten up and release, as she tried to work her hips to get more and more out of the ride she was taking on his hand.
The kiss masked the noise she would probably have made if he wasn’t stealing every breath she gave. When he pulled his fingers out of her body, he replaced her panties to their rightful spot and lowered her dress.
What does one say when something like this happens? Thank you? That was great? She had her list and now had the first thing crossed off, but she didn’t think it through, and now she was stumped. She looked over at him, and he returned her gaze just as he sucked the two fingers that he’d pleasured her with into his mouth.
“Check please,” Matt called out in a loud angry voice.
CHAPTER TWO
For as long as Matt had been alive, he’d had a favorite type of woman. He tried to stay away from that type, but sometimes it was just difficult. Quiet, nurturing, unknowingly or unbelievingly sexy and open, it was like that type of woman called him. However, he’d rather have the shallow sexpots who knew they were hot and only wanted a good, hard fuck. Good, hard fucks he could do, but he didn’t have the lifestyle that enabled him to truly give a fuck about anyone.
He’d seen this beauty as soon as she’d stepped off her plane, and her fresh face and eyes filled with excitement called to him like a siren. She was curved in all the right places, and she looked like she would jump far and wide if he said boo, which she did. He’d watched her get her coffee drink, and he’d waited for her. There were a large number of people there, and he wondered if she wanted to share a cab. That’s what he told himself anyway. He was trying to be helpful, and when he touched her arm, she startled so badly that everything flew everywhere.
Matt wanted to tell her that he was sorry for scaring her, but then she started cleaning up the coffee that he didn’t even realize spilled on him. He got her attention, but just as he did she wrapped her hand around his almost fully hard cock and started stroking him softly. He looked into her eyes and didn’t think she was even aware of what she was doing.
The fact she had a list of the things she wanted to do during her trip was cute, but the first item on the list made him hot and harder than he was before. He was a stranger, and if she just wanted to experience a one-night stand, he could do that. She was a forever kind of girl, but maybe she was just trying out her wings. When he finger banged her in the restaurant, he could tell she wasn’t a virgin, but she wasn’t overly experienced. Her deep brown hair had a reddish cast and her eyes seemed to match, but it was her full lips and wet mouth that he was most excited to experience.
When she came on his fingers, pumping hard and breathing deep, he was turned on more than he had been in a good long while. He was rougher than he was before his tours of duty and had second-guessed himself about taking this sweet peach home and tasting her for hours. He got a whiff of her scent on the fingers he’d fucked her with, and her pussy smelled so good he had to taste her. Sucking his fingers into his mouth, he looked at her to complete the circle for himself. The expression on her face made him want to lean her back on seat, spread her legs, and taste her sweet nec
tar from the source. He called for the check so that he wouldn’t spread a harsh light for the Navy, as public displays of affection weren’t something you were supposed to let happen, and so far he’d been very lucky on that score.
They sat in a cab, and Matt wondered what was going through her mind. He’d not said much since they left the little restaurant in the airport, and he wasn’t good at small talk when his cock was hard enough to pound nails, but she was looking everywhere but at him. That either meant a change of heart or guilt. He hoped that this woman wasn’t taken, and he fought down the anger that came with that thought. Here he was, trying to make himself believe that she wouldn’t get all hung up on him after one night and he was acting like a possessive fool.
“Any reason you came to this beautiful place all by yourself?” His voice was gruffer than it had a right to be, but just the smell of her light fragrance was making him want to rub his cock against something… like her wet pussy or her soft mouth.
“Just getting out in the world and seeing what I can see,” she answered and looked at him briefly. However, she was saved from any other conversation because they had reached their destination.
He helped her out of the cab, paid the tab, and followed her into the hotel. Their rooms were on the same floor but not right next to each other, and they separated when she got to her room. He walked a few doors down on the other side of the hall and opened his room with the plastic card key.
It was better like this. She could just go into her room and have her fun, and he would do the same. He looked down and saw that she’d not even tried to open her door.
“Are you going to go in?”
She looked at the door and then back at him. “I was hoping you’d come in for a drink. I could… ummm… repay you for the drink you bought me at the airport.”
Matt threw his bags on the bed and came back out into the hall. He’d tried to do the right thing and let this go—even though his cock felt like it was going to blow in record time from his own hand. However, she needed to know a few things before they got started.
He walked toward her and put his hand out for her card. When she placed the cool plastic in his hand, he opened her door and waited for her to enter. She had barely put her bags down before he came at her from behind and turned her around.
Emmy’s eyes were wide with excitement, and he didn’t know why that made him so angry.
“Do you think it’s safe for you to let just anyone into your room? Although we’ve had a drink, it’s not safe for a woman to be with a man that she doesn’t know and have no one else know she’s with them.” He watched the arousal turn to fear and thought that he may have been a tad harsh, but she was going to be out here on her own. She needed to think about this.
“I know your name and rank, and I’ve texted it to my best friend with a picture of your face and your ass. Sorry. The last picture probably wasn’t necessary, but I had to share.” She looked so smug, and he had to admit that she deserved to have that look on her face.
The grin that split his face was almost ridiculous. His girl had smarts, and that counted for something. “Now there is one more thing that I want to talk to you about.” The smile left his face because this was the kicker, and he liked for all parties to know what they were getting into before they started. It wasn’t like they couldn’t bow out if and when it got too rough, but he wanted them to know how he was up front. Some women saw his uniform and expected a gentleman, and although he was a gentlemen when it was expected of him, he liked his sex a bit wild.
“What?” she asked, staring into his eyes. He felt like she needed a bit of a demonstration to go along with what he was going to say, so he backed her up against the wall and pinned her hands above her head with one of his. It was killing him to look at her all stretched out with her breasts jutting out, her eyes wide and her mouth open.
“You are one beautiful woman… soft, pliant, and you look like you’d enjoy sweet kisses and love pats on your ass, but I’m not built that way. I like to fuck—sometimes hard, fast, and deep, and sometimes slow, hard, and deep. Either way it’s a rough, hard ride, and I like to be clear on that up front. I’d want to suck on these hard nipples that have been taunting me since I first laid eyes on you, and I want to devour your pussy before my hard cock fucks it.”
Emmy was breathing so hard he thought she may hyperventilate. He was not really sure which way this was going, but he thought he’d let her know what this was about. He ran the hand that wasn’t holding hers down her body. Starting with her cheek and working his way down to her breasts. He pinched each one between his fingers and enjoyed her shivering response to his touch.
“I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. I wanted to give you an out, and maybe that is why I was so quiet all the way here, but you’ve invited the big bad wolf into your room. As much as I’d love to eat your goodies and huff and puff all over your sexy body, I want to give you the chance to change your mind.” He rubbed his thumb back and forth across her nipple, hoping with half of his heart that she’d say never mind while the other half wanted her to love the way he was talking to her and want more.
She wasn’t saying anything, and his cock felt like it was going to rip through his pants and make the decision for everyone involved.
“No answer is answer enough for me. I’m going to step away from you and leave, Emmy.” He gave her a chaste peck on the cheek and let her arms go, so he wasn’t prepared when she lurched at him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Wait,” she said, as she looked up at him. “Sometimes it takes me a while to get my words together, and that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard that wasn’t in a movie.”
He didn’t say anything because she didn’t really answer the question, and that verbal consent was very important to him. She looked like she was stuck, and he wanted to help her, but he’d said enough.
“I… I’m… I don’t want to change my mind. I want all that you said and more. You don’t scare me. Give me whatcha got. I can take it.” She looked like she believed her bravado. Good for her. To him, she looked like a delicious morsel that was exactly what he wanted—even though he hadn’t ordered it.
“Alright then.” He walked back and drop down on her bed. “Strip.”
“What? I’m not prepared. I got the Brazilian wax, but I wanted to be ready.”
“You think the bra and panty set you wanted to decorate yourself with will be missed? I can smell the scent of your hot pussy on my fingers, and it’s killing me not to tear each and every piece of cloth off of your body. I’ve been hard since my fingers entered your body and you made that sweet, sexy noise. I just want you unwrapped, and I’m hoping that in the time it takes for you to take off your clothes, I’ll calm myself to feeling a bit less savage.”
She took off the soft, cotton V-neck t-shirt and the long, flowing skirt; that left her in her bra and panties. They were both white, simple cotton and shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. She reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and let her tits—that had to be a full C or small D cup—fall out.
“Stop!” he said, in a voice louder than he had intended. She stripped without much finesse, but his body was responding like she had her own stripper pole and was pumping the floor doing tricks.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, with a voice so small he wanted to kick his own ass for shaking her confidence.
“Nothing, you just look so good I wanted to help unwrap you.” He got up and walked over to her, noting that she was more than what she looked like. This woman wasn’t one to turn away from a challenge, and he was so glad to be the stranger she was going to have a one-night stand with. He hoped she was ready because his sexual appetite hadn’t been fed in a few months—and he was hungry as hell. Her big brown eyes got bigger with every step he made towards her.
“Do I need a safe word?” She looked up at him, and he hoped he didn’t look as terrifying as he felt.
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��If it makes you feel better to have one. It’s fine with me, but a simple stop or no would work, too.”
“I want my word to be ‘orange soda.’”
“That’s an odd safe word. Any reason why?”
“I don’t like orange soda.”
“Alright. That’s fine by me.” He led her to the large mirror next to the television and stood behind her. Moving his hands up her body, he cupped the full, juicy tits that had been giving him fits since he saw her. He squeezed them in his hands, like he was checking for ripeness of a piece of fruit and enjoyed the quick intake of her breath. “You’ve got great tits, Emmy. Has anyone ever told you that?”
She nodded and then shook her head.
“Which one is it?” He took her nipples between his finger and thumb and pulled them out so her breasts were stretched out before her. The look on her face made his cock jump in his pants. She was probably ready and able to take what he could dish out.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, and he recognized the sound. She didn’t want to talk about anything other than what was going on now. That was fine with him, but he wasn’t done with her bags of fun.