“Check out isn’t for a few hours. We’ve got some time.”
“How many orgasms do you think we can fit in?”
“At least four.”
“That’s only one per hour. You’re going too easy on me,” I say, losing focus a little as her hand massages my length.
She laughs quietly, positioning my cock at her apex as she wraps her legs around my waist and rocks her hips against me. “How about we double that number then?” She’s so fucking wet against my shaft. All I want to do is plunge myself inside her and watch her come repeatedly. She has the prettiest come face.
“At least,”I say, loving the glide of her pussy. “I want that cunt of yours creaming all over me. I want to be drenched in your scent by the time we leave this room.”
“I’ll need you to come formefirst.” She grins.
“Is that right?”
She nods then lifts her head, lips pressed to my ear. “Roll over,” she whispers.
Complying, I watch as she positions herself over me then lowers her mouth until she’s poised at my tip. “Are you ready for this?” she asks, not waiting for my answer before she takes me in her mouth, her tongue pressing against my vein as she takes me deep in one delicious movement, her breathing careful as she continues all the way to the base.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, almost coming as the tightness of her throat sends me into a frenzy as she sucks and slides her tongue against my shaft. I’m losing control, my mind reeling with the sensation. “I can’t hold it, sweetness,” I say, gripping her hair. “If you don’t let me go, I’m gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Mhmm.” She hums and I can’t take it anymore. I explode down her throat, gasping for breath while my hands clench in her hair.
“You’re full of surprises, sweetness. Dirty, dirty surprises.”
She withdraws her mouth from around me as she climbs up my torso, gently licking and kissing her way until we’re eye to eye.
“For you, I’ll be pure filth,” she says, grinning at me with a wicked glint in her eye. And I grin right back, loving the sight of her in a moment of owning her own desire and sexuality. This is the Marsha Foster I want to nurture, the sex goddess who knows how to use her body and take what she wants. I want her to feel like a queen. A conqueror of my heart.
“You are everything,” I murmur, grabbing her face and bringing our mouths together before I flip her on her back and drive myself inside her, pumping hard as she gasps and moans which each thrust. Her hands fly up and press against the bedhead so she’s holding herself firmly, increasing the pressure of my thrusts.
“Fuck, yes.” I slam into her, over and over again, grabbing her leg and twisting her to her side, altering the angle as I bring her to climax. She grabs for me and I feel her internal muscles contracting.
“Yes, just like that. oh god, yes! I’m coming.”
Her body spasms, and her moans grow louder with each thrust I drive inside her, wanting to keep her in the throes for as long as possible.
“Carter. Holy fuck,” she gasps, grabbing for me. I let out a steady breath as I slam into her one last time, bursting inside her.
“Perfection,” I gasp, bringing my mouth to hers and kissing her while we both come back down.
Withdrawing, I lie beside her and pull her onto my chest, leisurely stroking her back as we both breathe deeply to recuperate.
“What happens when we leave this room?” she asks after a moment.
“We start merging our lives. I’m thirty-three. I don’t want to live another day without my beautiful marshmallow in it,” I say, reaching over to the dresser and picking up my phone.
“You’re thirty-three? I didn’t know that.”
“Is a ten-year age gap a problem?”
“No,” she says. “As long as you’re not bothered by me being twenty-three and so inexperienced.”
“Not at all. In fact, I love that I get to be the man to teach you how a woman should be treated. I’m going to show you every day. And I’m gonna start by announcing to the world that I’ve found my one.” Holding my phone up, I bring our lips together and snap an intimate shot of us, smiling and kissing.
“Can you send me that?” she asks when I show her. “I want to post it too.”
“We look great together, don’t you think?”