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She chuckled, and the sound was sweeter than taffy. “Same. Enjoy yourself, at least?” Her hands found me beneath the sheets as she spoke, with one of them sliding over my back as the other ran over my hip, seeming to test my reaction before snaking down to find my throbbing erection.
“What do you think?” I asked, eyes closing as I sucked in a breath at the feel of her soft hand, of her breath on my bare shoulder as she slid in behind me, big spoon to my little. If her chuckle had been sweeter than taffy, I had no idea what her palm was sweeter than. Honey? Straight sugar?
“I think you did. But I think that you also took a risk and put yourself in a position you’d never put yourself in before, and that that can sometimes be rough the next day.”
My eyes opened, and I stared across the gray-lit hotel room, out the window and to where the great, steel body of the Gateway Arch rose in the distance. The landmark dominated the skyline, here, seemed to control its surroundings with a commanding presence.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Her hand, relaxing and lovely as a cool breeze on a hot day, began to stroke. “Sometimes people just need to let go and let things happen. Sometimes it’s a good, sexy time.”
“Is that what that was?”
“A sexy time, or you letting go? Because ‘yes’ to the first, that’s for certain.”
After cumming on my mouth and tongue more times than I could count, she’d eventually reached down between her thighs and planted both hands on my cheeks. She’d dragged my mouth up to hers. Groaning and moaning, she’d kissed and licked my chin and lips, had shoved her tongue into my mouth till I was sucking on her like the little man slut she’d been telling me I was all night long.
“Fuck me, slut,” she’d growled at me. “Slide that thick cock into your mistress and fuck me like I’m the last woman you’ll ever fuck. Give it to me, make me cum all over you. Make me believe it’s two men, you’re fucking me so hard. Use your mistress’s pussy.”
What else could a man do in that position?
“Maybe,” Carmen began as she gently rolled me onto my back, “it’s a ‘yes’ to the second one, too?” She threw a leg over my hips, the gray dawn softening and smoothing her features as she rose above me like that hour-glass-shaped alabaster pillar from last night.
I slid into Carmen, and her pussy felt even better than the night before as she tightly gripped at my cock. She was wet already, and my displaced cum flowed out of her and down my shaft and balls, as if she’d been with a man just before me. Which, I suppose she almost had been. A different, more submissive man who’d just happened to have been taking my body for a stroll at the moment.
Last night? Last night had been primal, filthy, powerful. My tied hands had been above her head, bracing my body as I fucked her missionary style. My hips had slammed into her so hard and fast that I’m surprised the neighboring guests didn’t call the front desk to complain at the sound of the headboard hitting the wall.
Now, though, my hands went to her hips. My thumbs took their time to feel the outline and edge of her bone, and the way her creamy white flesh stretched so taut over them, before sliding up and over her stomach as my body rose off the bed to meet hers.
Arching her back, Carmen pressed herself into my hands as I slid my palms over her light pink nipples, felt the curve and weight of her breasts. Gyrating, she ground herself on the base of my cock as I easily stroked in and out of her.
And her eyes. Goddamn, her eyes. They reflected back the same lust I was feeling. Did a sensuality like hers burn deep within my own gaze as we watched each other from beneath hooded lids?
Sitting upright from the hotel room bed, I wrapped her in my arms and took her mouth with mine as our limbs tangled around each other. Grinding, undulating, melding, we fucked in the middle of the sheets tangled on the mattress, our skin so soft and pure beneath the gray dawn.
Exploring, delving, kissing, nipping, lightly scratching, we fucked without speaking, our bodies flush and becoming one as we pleasured one another. Our mouths tightly locked till they weren’t, and my mouth was traveling over and down her throat. Our warm hands sliding over heated flesh as my lips found her breasts, I took one nipple after the other into my mouth, alternating as I lightly bit, sucked, tasted. And always our pleasure-filled moans filled the air as we stretched and melded to one another.
This was nothing like last night.
Nothing like the litany of wonderful filth spilling from her mouth, talking about how badly she’d needed my cock. The way she’d ordered,actually ordered, me to tell her when I was close to cumming.
“Please,” she whimpered in my ear, now, her voice so soft, so tender, so begging. Nothing like the night before. “Please, Morgan, give me more of your cum.”
“Not yet,” I growled in her ear before guiding her onto her back. Arms lifting her legs to my shoulders, I penetrated deep as I pushed her knees back to either side of her head.
Her eyes went wide as I growled again.
“Not till I’m damn well ready.”
Her mouth opened into a wide, wordless, moaning “O”, and a flash of a thought entered my mind of how wonderful those lips would look stretched around another man’s cock. Of how perfect she was, and how a woman as perfect as her should be shared.
Carmen’s whole body shook, then, as she came. Her abs clenched and undulated, her thighs over my shoulders quivered, her pussy spasmed and gripped at me.
“Please,” she begged between gasping moans as I sped up fucking her. “Please, Morgan, please give it to me. I want my pussy to feel you cum twice!”
Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them above her head, continued to fuck her harder as I thought back to the night before. Thought back to how hard and desperate I’d been as she’d ordered me to cum inside her, to fill her tight pussy. Thought back to how obedient and turned on I’d been as the pleasure ripped through me while I followed her orders to a T.
Flexing her pelvic floor, she massaged my cock as I fucked her, even as her eyes rolled back in her head. She was like a vise crafted of velvet, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer under her tender attentions.
Goddamn, I was close. I could feel the cum building within me, feel the pressure pushing out from deep inside me and threatening to replace every bit of good sense I possessed.
