Room A35 Him

I let the water wash the last of the soap off my body and rinse my hair another time, turning around and letting the water run over my face. I step out of the shower and grab a towel, rubbing myself dry as I grab my glasses, and walk into the bedroom.

You're there, on my bed, naked. I see the pile of your clothes on the chair next to the bed.

"Hey there, baby," I say. You smile.

I met you about an hour ago in the hotel lounge. You were sitting alone at the bar, sipping a drink slowly and pretending to be comfortable sitting alone. I stood next to you and signaled to the bartender. I could tell you were watching me, sizing me up. I let you look me over and played with a coaster while I waited to order. When you finally made eye contact with me, you smiled.

We exchanged a little small talk - why you're here, why I'm here, what we do for a living - and I watched your eyes. There was something there. I could tell you wanted something. I could tell by watching you for a few minutes that I wanted to give it to you. When I finished my drink, I left the key card for my room next to your coaster.

"I'm in A35," I said. "If you'd like to come up."

You smiled at me again, unsure.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said. "And if I find you there when I come out, I promise to make you feel good."

Now, I take in the sight of your naked body stretched out on my white sheets. You're gorgeous naked; even more so because you're waiting for me. It has been a while since I had this pleasure.

"You look very, very good baby," I say. "You look sexy. Beautiful. Warm. So fucking gorgeous." I take my time walking towards the bed, thinking of the ways I am going to touch you, the ways I am going to make you feel good. I can tell that you're nervous. You're breathing a little quickly and you're holding your body very still.

I toss the towel on the floor and take off my glasses, setting them on the bedside table. I lower myself onto you, carefully, letting my weight settle on to you. I laugh a little. I'm very pleased you decided to come to the room. You smell like a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon; I can't wait to put my mouth on you. But I will take it slowly.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask, and you nod. So I bring my mouth to yours, softly at first. Your lips are so soft, and I can feel your body relax under mine, so I press my mouth towards you a little harder. You put your hands on my face and pull me into you. This kiss works.

"I've been wanting to do that all night," I say, because I have. One of the first things I noticed about you when you smiled was those lips - smooth and full. The kind of lips that feel so good grazing your chest with small kisses, that feel so good around the head of your cock. But also the kind of lips that can't hide how you're feeling. That smile was genuine and full but contained some sadness, some loneliness, that I sensed in the slight downward curve of your lips as we talked.

We kiss again and this time your mouth opens to mine, and our tongues play with each other as we explore each other's mouths. You pull me closer and I can feel my cock start to respond to your warm, soft body. We are starting to breathe more heavily and you press your pelvis towards me. I can feel the heat radiating from your pussy.

I break off the kiss and roll away. I want you, but I want us to take our time. You still haven't spoken since I found you on my bed. I want you to be comfortable; I want you to want me, too.

"I'm a little giggly," I say. "I'm just excited you're here. I wasn't sure if you'd come up."

You turn on your side to face me.

"I want you," you say. "I want you to do whatever you want to me."

I smile, because the possibilities and choices for us are practically endless. But I think I know what kind of sex you are looking for, and it's what I am looking for too.

"Hmmmmmm," I say, taking in a breath, and drawing my finger along the line of your torso, over the sensuous curve of your hip, and to that favourite spot of mine on a woman: the soft, tender skin between your hips. You open your legs a little, and I see the lips of your pussy glistening. I slide my finger between your lips and feel how wet you are already. God, you're so wet. I tell you this, and your breath speeds up a little.

I take my finger away from your pussy and lick it, looking into your eyes. You are delicious; salty, sweet, creamy, and something that is your very own taste. I am going to enjoy feasting on you.

First, I want to kiss these beautiful breasts. I take a nipple in my mouth and suck. You moan and roll onto your back. You are liking this; your hips have begun to roll. I play with your nipple in my mouth, running my tongue over it, feeling tiny shivers go through you as I suck it into my mouth. I hear you moan and tell me "More," so I take more of it into my mouth and suck your nipple with vigor. Your breasts are full and round, and your nipples are stiff. I pull your other nipple with my fingers. Your body responds by writhing, uncontrolled. Your moaning is louder now and you put your hands on my back, trying to pull me over you. But I want to taste you first. You're going to come for me before I slide into you.

"No, baby. Not yet. I want to kiss you other places," I say, and begin to move to the bottom of the bed.

"Open your legs, please. Nice and wide," I say, and you are already doing it. Your eagerness is so sexy. Have you ever had someone like me put their mouth on your pussy?

I stop next to your thigh and look up at you. Your face is open, but a little nervous. I smile.

"I promise, I'll make you feel so fucking good," I whisper.

Oh, the smell of you. I take a long, deep breath and enjoy the smell of your wet, swollen pussy. You don't know this about me, but I love to eat pussy more than anything, more than fingering you, more than your mouth on my cock, more than fucking you.

I can feel the warmth of you as I bring my mouth to your vulva. I lay my tongue against your lips and push, just a little, and your lips part. I lay my tongue flat against you and take a long lick. My tongue touches your clit and your body lifts off the bed a little. You arch your back. I can feel the trembling in your body beginning, and I laugh quietly to myself. I have you now, and I'm going to lick you and lick you and suck your clit into my mouth and flick it with my tongue, and you're going to come harder than you have ever come in your life. I can't wait to taste your cum. I take another long lick, from your entrance all the way to your clit, moving slowly and relishing the moans and sighs it elicits.

I take your legs and put them over my shoulders. Now, I play. I suck your pussy lips into my mouth, I lick and massage your folds with my lips and tongue, and I pay some attention to your clit, sucking on it and then backing away a little as your moaning becomes more intense. There's an art to what I am doing, and I want to give you what you need.

I can tell you're getting close to orgasm. Your eyes have closed, and you've gone into yourself, focusing on the feeling. I watch you and listen to you, and when something feels good, I do more. Your hands grip the sheets, and I hum a little as I lick and suck. Your hips lift off the bed and you grab my hair. Your moaning is loud and needy, and I am aware of how hard and thick my cock has grown. I lick you and know I've found the right spot to take you over the edge. Your legs are shaking.

"Come for me," I say. "Come for me. Come, baby," I say, and lick that spot again and again, keeping the speed and pressure constant as you press my face harder into you.

When your orgasm happens, your cries get high and tight and I think I hear you say "Oh fuck," but you've squeezed my head between your thighs. I lick and lick and you come and come, and the taste of you grows sweeter. I gently lap up the cum that has dripped onto your thighs.

When your hips have stilled and your breathing begins to settle, I raise my head and look at you. You are gorgeous; satisfied, flushed, full of pleasure. I laugh and wipe my beard.

"You made me messy," I say. I'm going to enjoy the smell of you on my face.

You are clearly in need of a break, so I lay down on the bed next to you. My cock is stiff and I grip it, feeling how thick it is. I give it a few strokes, just enjoying how it feels. Suddenly, you get up and off the bed.

"Stand up," you say. I just look at you and raise my eyebrows. Something subtle shifts between us.

"Stand up, please," you say again, a little less firmly this time. I like the way you say please, but I still don't move.

You surprise me by kneeling.

"Please," you say again, and open your mouth. I know what you want. I get up and stand in front of you, laying my cock on your tongue. Your tongue is warm. Some precum leaks from my cock as I look down at you. You close your lips, those full, beautiful lips, around my shaft and move your tongue around as you take more of me. It feels so good. So good. I can't help but move my hips, and moan.

"Oh baby, that's so good. That's so good," I say, hearing the need in my voice. I put my hand on the back of your head. I can hear you choke a little as I go deeper. You let me go and lick the underside of my cock with your tongue, slowly, and I groan.

That groan makes you needier and you begin to devour me, sucking and licking every part. I keep my eyes on yours. You're so damn beautiful. You get faster and more insistent and I have to close my eyes and put my head back. If you keep doing this, I'm going to come. But I don't think that will be enough for you, as tempting as it is. I want you. I want to be inside you. I need to slow this down.

I lead you to standing and put you against the wall, pinning your hands overhead. I tell you exactly what I want to do, to come inside you. I kiss you deeply. I kiss and lick your neck. That vanilla scent is wild on you now. I feel for your swollen clit and rub it in small circles. Your eyes close and your mouth falls open. I smile. There is nothing like making a woman feel good under my hands.

I turn you to face the wall and get on my knees. I want to take my time with your body, tantalize your nerve endings and luxuriate in your warm skin. I take handfuls of your gorgeous ass and knead it, kissing your cheeks. You have a small scar on the spine in the small of your back; when my tongue traces it you shiver and sigh. I gently kiss your ribs, and run my tongue between your shoulder blades, feeling the bumps of your spine. I can feel the hairs on your arms stand up as I glide my mouth over your shoulder blade. I kiss you behind your ear, moving your soft, tousled hair out of the way.

"I want you to fill me now," you say suddenly, so I let you go. You look at me for a moment, a question in your eyes, and then bend over the bed. You are giving yourself to me.

I slide the head of my cock up and down your pussy, grazing your clit, asking you if it feels good. You push your ass towards me in reply. So I do what you want me to. I push my cock into you, slowly, and you take a deep breath.

"You okay, baby?" I ask, and you nod.

"Open for me, baby. That's right," I say, as I slide into you. I reach around you and run my finger gently over your nipple, and feel you tighten in response. Your pussy feels so good.

I move back and forth inside you, slowly at first, and then gripping your hips and thrusting into you faster and harder. I could get lost in this pussy. I could come just like this, and probably you would come again too. But that's not what you want. You want something sweet, and intimate. And I do too.

"I want to kiss you," I say, and pull out of you. You turn over and I make my way up the bed to cover your body with mine. We kiss, and the kiss is different now, hungry and needy. I keep my eyes on yours as I slide into you. I move in you gently, in long, smooth strokes.

"Rub your pussy, baby," I say and you reach between us to rub your clit.

I start to feel that tingle in my balls, that delicious orgasm building, and I know I'm going to come soon. You can tell that too. You whisper into my ear: "Come now. Come for me," and press your forehead to mine. I moan as you tell me to come inside you.

I don't want to break this eye contact between us. That feeling is getting closer and more urgent for us both.

You roll my nipple in your fingers and I moan and spasm and spill my cum deep inside you, looking into your eyes. You gasp and come again, and your noises are so fucking beautiful.

We are catching our breath, clinging to one another, and you wrap your legs around me.

"Please don't go," you say, and I laugh, tightening my hold on you. You need not worry; I'm not going anywhere. I rest my head in your neck and feel your heart beating. You run your fingers through my hair, sweetly. You feel the bristles of my beard with your fingertips. Our breathing is in sync now and we just rest in this glow for a while.

I am, however, nothing, if not a gentleman. Eventually I get up and get a towel and bring you a drink of water. I gently part your legs and, for a moment, admire the cum dripping from you. Then I carefully clean you with the towel.

I get back into the bed and pull you close to me. You put your back to my chest and rest your head on my arm. I can feel your breathing slow and the gentle loosening of your body as you relax into me. I've got you.

I pull you closer and say softly how lovely you are. You turn around to face me, and we kiss. And then we stay like this, looking at each other. I touch your pretty face with my fingertips. That thing, that sadness I saw in your eyes, is gone now. And I feel a lightening in my own chest being close to you, like this. I'm very glad I ran into you in that bar tonight. I rub your back in a steady rhythm.

"Close your eyes, and breathe with me," I tell you. Your eyes close and you let out your breath in a sigh.

"Let's lay here and forget the world, baby," I say. And we do, for a while. And it's exactly what I need.