Hotel

It’s 7:00 a.m. and I’m standing in front of room 200 with my fist raised, knuckles resting against the smooth maple of the hotel door, my heart pounding like I’ve just run a mile. Knock, just knock already! I take a calming breath, lift my knuckles off the door and softly rap them against it three times….nothing. Of course nothing, you barely heard the knock and your ear is three inches from your fist! Sigh. Fuck it. I raise my fist again and knock like a human person would on the real door of someone she wants to fuck. I hold my breath and wait.

My heart is trying to pound out of my chest when I hear the rasp of the chain sliding back. This is it. Act cool! You’ve been talking to him for months, you’ve seen 57 photos of his cock, he’s expecting you in an hour why are you even nervous?!

As the door slowly opens, I see him standing in the dark room, wearing a sleepy smile and, oh my dear lord, nothing else. He’s gorgeous, much hotter than his pictures gave him credit for. As soon as I realize I’m standing in the hallway of a hotel staring at a naked man (a beautiful naked man) through an open door, I pick my jaw up off the floor and step far enough in so he can close the door behind me.

“Hi, Surprise, I decided to come a little early, I hope you don’t mind, I’m sorry to have woken you, should I go and come back later?” Oh my god, SHUT UP! Stop rambling, look at his eyes, no, not down there, though, holy mother, yum, no up, his eyes, focus, stop talking!

“Hi” he says, putting his hand up to my cheek and simply pressing his naked body into my fully clothed one while pushing me up against the inside of the door. This position is not helping the state of my galloping heart, which I don’t have to worry about for long because he leans in and kisses me and my heart explodes and all I can feel are his lips and his tongue and his teeth pressing into my mouth, twirling and biting and I can’t get enough of these kisses. Why was I so worried?

“Hi” I say, as we stop for a breath. We’re both smiling; I think we can’t believe we’re finally touching each other in real life. He leads me by the hand into the room. I drop my bag and just stare for a minute. He lies down on the rumpled bed; resting his head on his hand and giving me a flashback to art history and all the reclining marble nudes I had to, um, study.

I’m feeling a bit awkward now, which I can see is not necessarily displeasing to him. I mean, I know what I’m here for, but, “Do you want me to take off my clothes, or..?”

“How about you just start with your shoes and lie down?”

Steadied (and completely turned on) by his reasonable, calm request, I comply quickly, watching his eyes as I toe my shoes off and crawl onto the bed. I mirror his pose, facing him with my head propped on my hand, a little afraid to touch him but desperately wanting to. I’ve been playing this moment in my head for so long, now that it’s here, I’m not sure what to do.

“How was your trip in?” he says, not touching me, just looking. My clothes are starting to feel hot and restricting.

“Good, traffic was OK, you know, slow, but luckily I wasn’t trying to get here in the heart of rush hour, so it wasn’t sort of moving along, it was…” he reaches out and touches my breast, squeezing it through my layers of clothes “…um…what was I saying?” He slips his fingers into the V of my shirt and slides them under the edge of my bra, stroking and squeezing and… “I can’t think or talk when you are doing that.” Fine, good, stop talking then!

“I wanted to see if you’d be able to finish your sentence.”

I laugh breathlessly, “no,” then lean in for the kiss, my hand in his hair, sliding behind his head, gripping the back of his neck, pulling him toward me, his fingers still doing delicious things to my nipple. His mouth is magic and heat and hunger. His hands are running over my too-clothed body while mine glide down his back, over his ribs, his chest.

“Too many clothes,” I pant, and slide off the bed, unbuttoning and pulling off fabric as I stand. I smile at him as I step out of my panties and reach back to unclasp my bra. I quickly slip back next to him and fill my greedy hands with smooth, pale skin, my mouth with delicious kisses, a clever tongue.

I push him back and slide down his body, kissing his neck, his chest, teasing his nipples with my tongue and my fingers for a moment, his ribs, his stomach, flicking my tongue in and out of his belly-button. Finally, I reach my prize: A gloriously hard cock, thick and beautiful. I lean down, look up at him through my lashes, and take a long slow lick from the base to the tip, swirling my tongue a little when I get to the end. He puts his hand on my head, gently, blessing. It certainly feels like a religious experience to me, anyway.

I lick back down to the base and wrap my lips around his balls, alternating between them, slipping them into my mouth one at a time, swirling my tongue around, pressing my nose against the base of his cock, pulling back a little and letting them pop out of my watering mouth. I raise my eyes again and run my tongue up and down and back to the tip, finally, tipping my face down and letting the head of his cock slip into my mouth. I run my lips and tongue up and down around the delicious ridge, then slide him deeper and deeper until he can feel my throat constrict around him a bit. I hear his breath hitch and turn to a groan as I start sliding my mouth up and down, swallowing around him when I can, catching a rhythm, moving faster, my arms braced on either side of his hips, my lips hot and dripping, his cock getting harder and harder. I taste the delicious salty tang of pre-cum on my tongue.

He pulls me up for more kissing, petting my hair, we’re both breathing hard, I bite his ear and kiss his neck, his jaw, straddling him now. I brace myself against his chest, and raise up on my knees a bit. His rock hard cock finds its target immediately and without help, slipping into me, stretching me open as I slide back down to him.

He grabs my hand and puts it to his mouth, sucking on my fingers a bit, then guides them to my pussy, showing. I lean back, fingering my clit with one hand and gripping my breast with my other hand, reveling a bit, delighting at the glint in his eyes as I touch myself. I don’t want to come just yet, so I pull my hand away and lean forward, pushing down harder on his cock, bracing myself on his chest as I slide up and down.

“Can you hear that? Can you hear how wet you are?” he whispers, as I lean into him. I nod, the wet sounds we make are delicious. I’m looking into his eyes, rocking back and forth, gripping his cock with my cunt; I’m very close to coming.

He flips me over in an instant and I wrap my legs around his back as he slides right back into me, I fling my arms over my head as he pounds out a rhythm. I squeeze his cock as hard as I can on every thrust, the new position, the pressure, the friction, the sounds he’s making in my ear, his hot breath, my hot breath, it all combines to push me well over the edge. I come hard (shouting, I think, or squealing, I come loudly anyway) and convulse around him. He’s not far behind, groaning into my ear and collapsing on top of me as he comes.

We lay there, panting. I’m reveling in his weight, pinning me down, his cock still inside me as my aftershocks wrap around him every few seconds. Eventually our heart rates slow to a functional level and we slip apart, lying beside each other, hands touching, sweating, breathing hard. Laughing a little. I’m not sure either of us expected this to go quite so well. I certainly didn’t. I wasn’t even sure I was going to have the courage to knock on the door.

Pretty fucking glad I did.