by Ever Coming
We had to go back outside to access the room, and when the door closed behind us, Mae giggled. "I don't think he took his eyes off his phone at all. What do you think he was watching?"
"Porn," I said, not even half joking.
Mae looked at me in shock, then laughed. "Is that what you do at work?"
It was my turn to look shocked, then laugh. "No, but I enjoy my work."
I used the key to unlock the door. An actual key, not even a cheap magnetic card. I flipped on the light and my enthusiasm for the night was dimmed slightly. Even the dim yellow light couldn't hide the age of the room. Mae ducked under my arm and set her small, warm hands on either side of my face, pulling my attention to her. "No take backs," she teased. "We're in one of your fancy hotels now. We had to put in a special request for a full-size bed. I just can't handle getting lost in those giant king-size beds they prefer."
I laughed, thinking of the king-size bed I had all to myself back home. She took a step back and tugged me with her.
"Come on, now. Play along."
"Ah..." It had been forever since I'd played pretend. It had been a survival mechanism when I was a kid, but now, if I wanted or needed something, I bought it. "And we sent away the champagne so it wouldn't ruin our beer buzz?" That was lame, but it made Mae laugh.
"The dim lighting was a nice touch on their part," she countered, "setting a romantic scene."
She used one hand to find the bed and sat down, her fingers trailing from my cheek as she did. She reached for my hand and pulled me to sit next to her on the bed, and I leaned in for a kiss. I had meant to keep it soft, almost an apology that we were in this kind of room, but Mae had no patience for that. She pressed into me, her soft curves burning my body everywhere they met. I buried my fingers in her hair and met her strength, my tongue asking for entrance, which she willingly gave. As I explored her mouth, she melted in my arms. This woman was driving me to distraction, soft but fiery, determined but dreamy. I'd barely known her but a couple hours, but already I was entranced by all the contradictions she teased me with.
"You're thinking too much," she whispered against my lips. "If you don't stop thinking and start just feeling, you're going to get me to start thinking, and then this night will be over before it's even begun."
"What if I keep thinking, but I change the topic?" I asked, letting my hand run down the front of her shirt, lingering over her taut nipples.
"Oh?" she gasped. "If that's the kind of thinking you're going to be doing, then please, carry on."
She was right. I was thinking too much, and we were talking too much. I picked her up and placed her further on the bed, rolling her to her back so that I had more access. Her hair was wild from my fingers and her eyes were bright with desire. "You're beautiful," I said, reverently.
She blushed and looked away.
"Oh no you don't," I said. "I'm going to show you just how beautiful you are, tonight."
Mae
I was really doing this. We were really doing this. I grabbed onto my own advice not to think so much as he slowly removed my blouse. I waited for the panic moment, the one that was bound to come being in a crappy motel with a complete stranger.
But that was just it. He didn’t feel like a stranger. He felt safe. If that didn’t send me running out the door, Matt kissing my soft middle as he opened the button and, using his teeth, lowered my zipper of my rattiest jeans should have.
Except it didn’t. It had the opposite effect and had me clawing at the buttons of his shirt, needing him to be as naked as I was quickly becoming. Removing his teeth from my pants, he pushed up enough to allow me to push his shirt over his shoulders before he went back to work, pushing my jeans down, kissing the path along the way.
I put “get a better look at those abs” on my to do list for the evening. Sue me. I was a mapper in all things. I planned to not only get a better look at his abs, but to taste him in my mouth and let him, beg him to fuck me until morning. I wasn’t about to fool myself into believing this was something more than that, even if the reverence in his voice was compelling evidence to the contrary.
As he made his way back up my thighs, his fingers hooking onto the sides of my granny panties, I wanted to hide. He was having none of that.
“You should be draped in silk,” he murmured as he pulled them down. “No, I take it back. I prefer you this way.”
His hungered look made my embarrassment at his words flee. All I could think about was getting his lips on me. I grabbed his head with every intention of pulling him up for a kiss, but the lust in his eyes as I made the initial movement had me doing the exact opposite. I pushed his head where I knew it wanted to be. On me.
He didn’t waste a moment, pushing my thighs apart and settling. He started with a lick and from there I nearly lost all thought. His scruff caused the most delicious friction as he feasted upon me. His noises of satisfaction had all sense of self-consciousness fading away into the abyss, and the inner vixen I hadn’t even known about before now came out in full force. I was writhing in pleasure beneath him, trying to get him to pay attention where I wanted him most and watching him playfully torment me by ignoring it.
As he added a finger to the mix, I nearly came undone, resulting in a chuckle letting me know he knew exactly what he was doing. Payback was going to be fun, once I got him in my mouth. I was so going to—
I had no idea what because he tsked, mumbled something about being in my head, and all at once focused on my clit… finally. I was coming undone beneath him with one simple nip.
Oh. My. Word. If he could have me soaring like this before I even got him undressed, or heck, had my bra off, what was he going to do to me by dawn?
I pulled him up, needing to kiss him, to taste myself on him in some weird primal way. He was quick to comply, his lips owning mine. He might pretend I was in charge, allowing me to show my desire with my actions, but there was no fooling me. This man was in control of all things tonight, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
My lust amped up as he crawled up my body and settled between my thighs, his erection pressing against me through his pants, letting me know exactly what I was doing to him, how I was turning him on. Our kiss was not as desperate as before, but it was no less raw and passionate.
“You. Are. Amazing.” He spoke between kisses as he made his way down my neck.
“I think that’s supposed to be my line.” I only half teased. It really should be. And then I lost the ability to speak. His fingers stroking me, his mouth on mine, he had me coming in record time—harder than I ever had and with only his tongue, teeth, and fingers. I couldn’t wait to see what he was going to be able to do with what his cock, which, by the feel of it, was something to be proud of.
“Up.” He tapped my shoulder and I complied, knowing his goal—my bra was coming off. The anticipation over what he was going to do once that happened had me buzzing.
I reached for the button of his slacks, needing him to be as naked as I.
“Patience, love. Patience.”
Patience was not something I was feeling.
Matt
I had been torn between drawing Mae's first orgasm from her with my mouth on her clit or with my fingers, but the ecstasy of swallowing her gasps of pleasure, of seeing her eyes as they glazed over as she rose, crested, and fell under my control, the intimacy of that sight won out.
I stopped her as she went to undress me. We had the whole night ahead, and if there was one thing this woman was going to learn by the end of the night, well, there were two things she would learn. The first was that I was in charge, always. I might let her play, but when it came to business and the bedroom, I pulled the final strings. The second, but no less important, was that she was beautiful. I could see this woman in a custom red satin dress, her every curve accentuated, and the eye of every straight man in the room on her, desiring her. The envy as her face lit up on seeing me, the confidence as she strode past a line of skinny bitches and knocking them flat with
her beauty and feminine power.
But the sight before me was better than that little fantasy. After removing her bra, she lay limply on the bed, her lips glossy, her eyes half lidded with satisfaction, her bountiful chest heaving with the aftermath of her ecstasy.
I took my time arranging her, her eyes following me as I circled the bed, drawing her hands above her head which revealed her full breasts more fully, their pert peaks begging for my attention. I pressed her wrists lightly to the bed and whispered, "Don't move these. You are chained by my will."
She nodded, and I returned to her legs, spreading them. As wide as I thought she could comfortably stretch. Then I pressed her ankles against the bottom side of the bed, whispering the same thing.
And now I had full access to her slick folds. The first frenzied stage of the evening had passed, and although my cock was growing ever harder, uncomfortably so, I was used to denying my own urges in favor of the end game.
"You're used to knowing what is going to happen next," I told her. "You make plans. You follow them. You rarely deviate, unless some immovable force makes you." I picked my tie up from the where it had fallen on the floor and circled the side of the bed to blindfold her. I bound it firmly enough to shut out light, but loosely. The merest tug would remove it. It was only an aid. The thing that bound my beautiful Mae tonight wasn't chains or ties, it was my will.
"Tonight, I am the immovable force. You may have had a plan for tonight, but I promise, what I have in store for you is infinitely better."
She trembled at my words, and I saw her thighs clench, her chest thrust forward. She was amazing, her hands and ankles staying as firmly as if I had locked them down.
I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to taste her breasts. But first, I licked a finger and drew a line across each nipple. Mae's trembles intensified, her nipples hardened into tight nubs, and I wondered if I could make her come with just a few light touches and my words. I wasn't patient enough for that though.
I slid off my pants and boxers, noticing her head turn toward the sound. Then I crawled over her body, pressing my burning erection against her soft skin, and I grasped one breast in my hand. It overflowed, and I massaged it lightly as I took the bud of her other breast into my mouth and twirled my tongue over it. Mae gasped, and her hips bucked.
"I need you in me," she whispered.
"Patience, love," I reminded her. "I want to hear your words, but I will not be rushed. Tell me how you feel, and I will give you what you need. It may not be what you want, however."
"I feel… dizzy. And… desired. Your cock is so hard and hot, I can scarcely think of anything else."
I grasped a breast in each hand, massaging and teasing, drawing moans and gasps from her. "You'll have it where you want it soon enough." I thrust my hips back and forth a few times, the friction sending tiny shocks of lightning to my toes and fingers. "You are absolutely luscious," I told her. "I could spend a lifetime trying to design the perfect woman and she would still fall short of you."
I tilted my hips back so that I could rub my cock against her clit.
"Matt! Oh, Matt! Don't stop."
"There's nothing in the world that could stop me from pleasing you right now," I promised.
She was so slick and so ready. I kept one hand on a breast and used the other to support my weight as I began drawing my tongue down her body, drawing circles and zig zags, nibbling where her body called to be nibbled. It was like her body spoke a sensuous language I had known all my life and only now had found someone to communicate with. I finally drew all the way down, my body sliding off the bed to kneel before her once more.
I took my time exploring her, teasing and fingering her folds so I could see all of her. I felt her legs tense to close under my scrutiny, and I placed my hands on her thighs, reminding her who was in charge as I whispered, "You are so beautiful, like a rose. Your scent is absolutely intoxicating and your taste," I leaned forward to taste her deeply once more, savoring her, "you taste of dewy summer mornings and wild strawberries. Having committed the sight to memory, I licked a circle around her clit, but didn't touch it. I teased her folds with my lips, sucking and grazing with my teeth, circling within her entrance, delving my tongue as deep as it would go. I licked long stripes from the back edge of her entrance over her clit and slowly back down again.
Mae was shaking like an aspen leaf on a tree now, but still she obeyed, her hands and ankles right where I had placed them. And as much as I wanted to taste her release on my tongue, I had waited long enough. I had promised her I would give her what she needed, and what she needed and I wanted were about to coincide.
Mae
I’d never come on a man’s tongue, and I was so flipping close when Matt raised his head just barely enough for me to see his mischievous grin. It looked like tonight was not going to be that night either. The man had other plans. As much as I missed his tongue on me, there was no part of me that doubted what he planned was going to be a bazillion times better.
I tried not to second guess why I chose to obey verbal bondage. I liked to be in control. I needed it. Except tonight I wanted to give all of that up and enjoy all that he was offering even if I didn’t quite know what that was yet. He read me well enough to know that using his tie or his belt would’ve had me freaking out and running for the hills.
A whimper escaped my lips. “I need…” I didn’t finish the sentence because I didn’t really know what I needed. Matt. That was what I needed.
“I know what you need.”
“Now.” I was begging. No shame.
“In due time.” He smirked in that sexy way he had before reaching into his discarded pants and fishing out a condom. Thank freaking goodness. “Luckily for you, that time is soon.” And with that he plopped the condom on the bed. Bastard.
He climbed up, hovering so close, yet not touching me, the heat of his skin enveloping me. His face inched closer, my tongue darting out instinctively, licking my lips. Ignoring my restrictions, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to taste him. He let out a small chuckle before sealing his lips to mine. When his tongue sought entrance, I willingly gave it, exploring his mouth with mine, my legs wrapping around him, encouraging him to close the distance between us.
As our kiss broke, I caught my breath as he chuckled merrily. “For the record, I am letting you feel like you're in control.” I was oddly okay with that. More than okay. His body was on mine. His scent wrapped around me. His kisses seared me.
“As I am you.” I nipped at his ear as I ground into his erection, needing both the friction and the feeling of power it gave me when he groaned.
He went back to kissing me, this time starting at my neck and working his way down to my breasts. I’d always been self-conscious of my overly endowed breasts, but the way he worshipped them with his teeth, his tongue, his hands, had me pushing them toward him in a less than self-conscious manner.
Matt reached between us, his fingers finding my soaked pussy, and sunk his finger in as he nipped my nipple. My body reflexively arched into him, begging with the words I no longer had, the need too great. As his hand left my breast and grabbed the condom, I exhaled in relief. I needed him inside me in a way to completely understand.
“Yes,” I whispered as I heard the tearing of the foil and watched him roll it down. “But I wanted to taste that,” I mumbled more to myself than him.
“And taste it you shall, but now… now I think you need to feel it.”
Heck to the yeah on that.
He settled between my legs, his cock teasing my entrance. He was forcing me to beg, the way it tormented my clit, before going where I needed it most. I hated it. I loved it.
After a searing kiss, he slowly entered me, his arms almost quaking. He was holding back. I thrust my hips to speed him along, and he didn’t need any further encouragement.
“You feel amazing wrapped around my cock.” His rhythm built slowly, his words of praise tumbling out the entire time. I’d never
had someone speak to me in that way. Dirty, yet reverent. I can’t wait to watch you ride me, your breasts bouncing with each movement. Look at how beautiful as you are about to come apart beneath me. I can only imagine the way you are going to squeeze my cock when I finally let you come. You are a goddess, Mae. Your curves are an architectural marvel, and I will worship at this altar until you see what I see when I look at you, until the universe wraps its cloak around you and the stars explode in the recognition of you, in the recognition of your new beginning.
My legs tightened around his ass, trying to pull him toward me faster… harder… deeper, meeting each thrust with a move of my hips. I’d been on edge, ready to fall over into the abyss the entire time, but when his hand found my clit, I fell… hard. My body shook with pleasure as I heard him groan with his own, his fingers working my clit the entire time, extending my ecstasy. When he finally collapsed on me, both of us out of breath, it was all I could do to stay awake long enough to murmur, “Thanks.”
Matt
My dreams were filled with the curvy goddess who had brought me to the brink of religion that night. I woke slowly, the lingering dream of Mae slowly sliding off a dress made of galaxies fueling my libido. The edge of the midnight blue dress had just been descending the curve of her breast, just about to reveal her rosy pink nipple when I came to enough to realize I was waking, and the image faded. I reached for her, ready to enjoy another round, but I grasped only cold sheets.
My eyes flew open and I looked around the room. Nothing. No clothes, no note. She was gone. My anticipatory hard-on deflated. I rolled to my back and something clung uncomfortably to my dick. Gross. It was the condom I had used last night. I had put every ounce of effort I had possessed into pleasing Mae last night, and we'd both fallen asleep almost immediately. I pulled the condom off, tied it, and tossed it in the garbage. That was the first time I'd done that. Of course, it was the first time I'd wanted someone to linger in the morning, too. Normally, I was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, see-you-never-again-if-I-can-help-it kind of fellow.