A Knock While Half Asleep

There was a knock on the door just as he was starting to fall asleep. It wasn't the most comfortable hotel bed around, but the temperature in the room was good. Also he was unlucky enough to have a room that looked out into the large lobby/atrium, so the curtains were pulled completely closed and the only light was from the TV. He sat up quickly, having been starting to cross the curtain from semi-consciousness to sleep, and paused to think if the knock had been in a semi-lucid dream or for real.

It had been for real, he decided, and then wondered who it was. It couldn't be her, could it? He was under the impression she wasn't coming. He got up and walked toward the room door to the left, quickly mentally checking to make sure he was presentable; nylon sport shorts and a light t-shirt; his usual sleeping attire. He got to the door and looked in the peephole and looked in and ...

It was her.

Holy shit. It IS her.

He fumbled on the multiple hotel room locks quickly and swung the door open. They just stood there in silence, her grinning like a parent making a child's Christmas morning and him with his mouth slightly open in surprise.

"I ... ummm ... I ... " he tried getting words out but they failed him.

She lifted her arms up and stepped forward, hugging him closely and whispered, "shhh, too many words, wait for your brain to wake up."

He held her tight, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. They just stood there with the hotel door open, holding each other for a good half a minute, hearing each other breathe, feeling each other's heartbeats through pressed chests.

"We might want to go inside," she whispered quietly in his ear.

He let out a single gentle chuckle. "Good call," he whispered back quietly. He let go of his embrace and stepped back to hold the door open. She picked up her backpack and walked in the room. He caught the door so it wouldn't slam, and then redid all three of the hotel room door locks. He stepped back and looked her over; sneakers, jeans, windbreaker over a t-shirt, huge grin. She was absolutely glowing. There was more awkward pause as he looked at her and she looked at him looking at her. "I didn't think you were going to come."

She failed at suppressing a huge grin and said, "First, phrasing." She got a bit more serious and paused for a beat, "Second, I didn't think I was going to either, but then I realized how much I wanted to be with you tonight."

He responded with a very warm smile, just looking at her for a moment before speaking, "How are you? How was the flight? Are you hungry at all?"

"I'm good, the flight was fine, and yes, starving."

"Well, there's no shortage of places to eat right around here; would you rather go get something or see who delivers or ... "

"Anything, I don't want to go anywhere, let's just order pizza," she said, setting her bag down next to the hotel room couch.

"On it!" he said, while reaching for his phone and opening it up to the Dominos app. About 30 seconds later he tossed the phone on the bed and said, "pizza on the way, apparently it's just down the road and should only be about 10 minutes."

She had unzipped her windbreaker and tossed it next to her backpack, which she was now rummaging through and after a moment produced a pair of comfy looking shorts and a tank top, "I hope you don't mind if I slip into something more comfortable," she said with an exaggerated fake accent while raising her eyebrows up and down slightly for comedic emphasis.

He took the lighthearted moment and ran with it, as he often did; "Madame's changing room is over there" he said with a grand gesture while motioning to the bathroom like a butler directing a dignitary. She chuckled a bit and after a proper heel-and-toe turn, walked toward the bathroom. He noted that she shut the door most of the way, but not completely latched. He scrunched his face a moment pondering if that meant anything and relaxed on the bed, absentmindedly watching headline news at a bare minimum volume.

She came out a few minutes later in shorts and a tank top, "I scrambled to make the flight, so I barely even know what was in my bag. These are comfy, for sure, though," she said, sitting on the bed next to him. He reached his hand out to her, open-palm gesture meant for her to place her hand in his. She reached out and took his hand, and he tugged a bit, pulling her down on top of him, wrapping his arms around her and letting out an overjoyed giggle.

"I can't believe you're here! Ha ha!" he said.

She propped herself up on her elbows to look at his eyes. They were sparkling, for sure. "It's funny, all this time and we've never been alone together, in person, I mean. It was always out at dinner or with friends or chatting online or something."

He nodded quietly with an eyebrows-raised slight smile.

"Can I just use you as a pillow and talk until the pizza gets here?" She asked

"Please do"

She put an arm over his torso and lay her head on his shoulder, wrapped the other arm under his pillow and just squeezed him tight.

"The flight was good, it was a late flight so maybe that helped there be no screaming kids on board. It was a bit bumpy over the mountains, but not bad. I called up an Uber right after getting off the plane and your hotel is only like 15 minutes from the airport, so here I am!"

He brought his right hand up to her face and gently stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingers, and after a moment slid his fingers into her hair.

"How has your week been?" She asked.

He took a big inhale and paused for a bit, gently rubbing where her hair met her neck. "It's been ok. I've known most of what they're teaching me in training, but learned some good things. It will certainly help with the new job."

"Meet anyone interesting?" She asked

"Well, this adorable brunette just knocked on my hotel room door a few minutes ago ... " he said, joking and teasing and complementing all in the same phrase. He was rewarded with a chuckle. "The person to my left in class is on the UI design team, and she asked if I could be part of a project to get feedback from people who have been actual customers, so I was perfect for that."

"Well that's pretty neat, right?"

"For sure, it will give me something to do while I'm just sitting on customer calls and listening. I want to get a client assigned, but I'm also really nervous about it. I'll be responsible for setting up the website security for some of the world's biggest companies."

"That's an important job, for sure, but you are making it seem like national defense here!" She teased.

"Well, not to brag or seem important, but NATO is one of our customers," he replied.

"Oh. Well I guess it is national defense, then."

There was a long silence, they just lay there on the hotel bed, the room lit up by a single lamp in the corner. He felt her against him; her heart was beating a bit on the fast side, but her breathing was relaxed. He gently brushed his hand up and down her arm with just his fingertips, and was rewarded with some goosebumps and a slight shiver, followed by a contented sigh. She just lay there accepting his touch for a few minutes, offering up slight reaction rewards when his fingertips were just barely palpable to her bare skin. She finally rolled onto her side a bit more and met his gaze. Their eyes locked and she reached up to stroke his face ... it was smooth, he had shaved tonight. She slid her body up just a tiny bit to get her face closer to his lips and paused. He tilted his head slightly to close the distance a tiny bit more. She dug her toes into the bed to push her up a few inches further, her lips able to feel his breath ...

And there was a loud knock at the door. "PIZZA!" the voice called out, probably a little too loud for the hour.

They held each other's gaze for just a few seconds more, each tight-lipped with slightly embarrassed, frustrated amusement.

"I'll ummm ... I'll just get that," He said, sitting up and then standing up from the bed.

She nodded in response, with a terse, "mmhmm."

He walked over to the hotel room coffee table where he had his wallet, pulled out a $5 and went to the door where he undid the 3 locks. He leaned out, and silently handed the fiver to the pizza guy who responded with a "thanks dude" and after making sure the pizza was not dropped in the handoff, went quickly back down the hall.

The door shut, was locked back up, and he walked back in with the pizza, "your meal is here, madame!" he said with that same over-the-top French accent from before.

She walked up to him, took the pizza box from him and set it down on the counter. She then turned back toward him, grabbed his face and kissed him, deeply and passionately. She parted her lips slightly and even bit his bottom lip just a small amount. He was surprised, but pleasantly so. As soon as he stopped being surprised he reached up and gently placed his hand on her cheek, gently tasting her lips and feeling his heartbeat go up a little. She continued to kiss him for a good 30 seconds, until she finally broke it off and with a twinkle in her eye said, "Alright, we got that out of the way. Let's eat."

He stood there momentarily stunned at the preceding minute's events, his open unspeaking mouth slowly turned to a smile and he realized it was probably better to just enjoy and not say anything. She picked up the pizza box off the counter and sat down on the bed, opening the box, picking up a slice and taking a huge mouthful with a tiny little shit-eating grin on her face.

With a full mouth and disregarding any kind of social convention she said, "Isn't it amazing how good something can taste when you're really, really hungry?"

"It doesn't hurt that they're practically across the street and it came out of the oven probably 10 minutes ago, tops," he replied.

She chewed and swallowed and this time without a full mouth asked, "If this were a perfect world, what would you want on your pizza?"

He looked up toward the ceiling and thought for a minute while he finished chewing. "I really like BBQ chicken pizza. Grilled chicken, bacon, BBQ sauce drizzle, grilled red onions, and maybe cheddar cheese."

Ha had eaten dinner earlier, but was eating a slice in solidarity with her. "Ok, while we're eating, how about some 'this or that?'?"

She smiled and nodded in response.

"hmmm ... Yankees or Dodgers?" He asked.

"Ewww!" She said with food still in her mouth, "Just start me off with a lesser-of-two-evils, why dontcha?" She paused, clearly trying to think of what was the more palatable. She let out an audible sigh. "Dodgers ... Yankees are the embodiment of all that's wrong in baseball, although the Dodgers are on the way there."

"I think I know the answer to this one, but Star Wars or Star Trek?" She asked.

"Star Wars. For sure," he said, and she nodded. "I love the fantasy element with the science fiction." He paused and looked up at the ceiling, "I dunno ... Ford or Chevvy?"

"Neither!" she said, laughing. A dirty grin formed on her face, "Giving head or receiving head?"

His eyebrows went up as he tried to suppress a curious/interested/shy/embarrassed smile. He opened his mouth to respond and couldn't quite make the words come out as his brain went to where she was asking. A few seconds later he turned a bit red and said, "Both. At the same time ... but you already knew that!" She smiled and nodded. He continued, "same question back at you."

"At one point I would have said 'giving head' hands down, no question, but since you helped me realize that I'm worthy of praise and respect and pleasure it's pretty close. Still, I think giving." She was digging into her second slice of pizza and between bites escalated the conversation a bit more, "missionary or doggie?"

"Ok, you're just going right for the dirty questions, aren't you? As much as I like face-to-face eye contact and kissing, I do love me a nice rear end; doggie." He replied.

She nodded slowly as if processing and cataloging that information while she chewed, setting down her second piece of crust. "So you've bragged about your massage prowess before, and I'm done shoving pizza in my mouth, could you rub my back? I'm just a little stiff from the plane."

"Of course, one sec," he responded, picking up the pizza box from the bed and setting it on the coffee table. "Make yourself comfortable."

It was no secret that she wasn't the most endowed female in the chest area, and she knew that he knew that she often didn't wear a bra, so while his back was turned setting the pizza box down she lifted her shirt up to expose her back and lay down on the bed on her stomach. He turned around to see her lying on her stomach with her shirt pulled almost all the way up and sarcastically commented, "Please, make yourself comfortable."

"Shut up and work these knots out," came the response.

He chuckled and kneeled down on the bed next to her and blew on his hands to make sure they weren't freezing. With a Mr Miyagi motion he rubbed his hands together for a moment and then reached down to her lower back and started to apply slow pressure with the pinky side of his palms, while simultaneously pushing in just a little bit with his fingertips. "Yeah, I can feel tension in there," he said, working in slow, small circles with both hands at her lower back. "Close your eyes and picture rubber bands being stretched and then slowly drawn back to normal," he continued, lowering his voice a bit to a soothing pitch. "Try to imagine that in your back."

She did as she was told, closing her eyes and visualizing the 'rubber bands' in her back ... It felt gooood to her. The base of his palms were pushing in a bit harder now, targeting the muscles that were tight in her lower back. He moved both hands close together and started to slowly stretch muscles in opposite directions. He silently worked up her back moving around her spine and focusing on the muscles to either side. A few minutes later he got to her shoulders and slid his fingers under her shirt to start kneading the tension out of her shoulders, firmly holding the muscles and applying pressure and then releasing the pressure.

"Picture waves of relaxing energy flowing from your head down your shoulders. Breath deep from your stomach and diaphragm."

"mmmmm," came the response.

He continued working around the shoulders, firmly but slowly applying pressure and stretching muscles with his fingers. The massage was going on almost 10 minutes now and his fingers were getting a bit tired -- it's not like he was a professional masseuse! He sat up and then lay down on the other side of the bed on his side, facing her. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes looking much more relaxed now. She pondered rolling over on her side too, both not caring that her chest would be exposed and caring about what he would think.

For now she took the slightly safer option and slid over on the bed right next to him, her right side right up against him as he lay on his right side. She then slowly rotated up so she was lying on her right side and pressed up against him as the little spoon. He smiled and slid his right arm under the pillow and wrapped his left arm around her and squeezed her tight, both arms embracing her. She smiled and contently cooed ever so quietly and pushed back into him. He leaned his head in a bit and nuzzled his face up against the back of her head, noting that her hair smelled nice. They lay like that for a minute and then he took his left hand and started gently stroking her arm with long up-and-down motions with the tips of his fingers, and was rewarded with goosebumps. He kept exploring her arm for a bit, then shifted his hand down over her shorts and down to her bare leg, still just letting his fingertips brush over her skin. Once again goosebumps were the response, although this time he also got a shiver.

She shivered a bit, and took his hand in hers and brought it up to her mouth and gently kissed it. Although she couldn't see him smile because she was facing away, she knew the smile was there. She playfully nibbled on his knuckles, producing a quiet, content laugh from him.

... "Should I?" She wondered to herself ... "why not!"

She licked her lips slightly and then gently wrapped her mouth around his index finger, sucking down to the base knuckle before gently bobbing her head up and down on it a few times. He blinked, eyes wide, and eyebrows raised, but he quietly let her continue. She went on provocatively sucking his finger for a minute more. He let out a slight closed-lips moan.

He thought to himself, "I'm going to start getting really turned on soon," and sure enough a few moments later could feel blood starting to flow into a certain region in his body. He shifted his legs slightly to try and prevent that certain part from pressing up against her, and succeed for a half a minute. This was just the reaction she had been hoping for, and she pushed her rear end up against him, feeling his now very erect cock through his shorts despite his best efforts to prevent just that.

"Is this your intention?" He asked.

"Is what my intention?" She replied, an innocent, playful tone in her voice.

"Mmmhmmmm," he replied, and then moved his hand down to her exposed tummy, and started lightly tracing his fingers in a slow outward spiral from her belly button. His spiral started to bring him further out, down toward her shorts, and up toward her chest. She had stopped grinding up against him and was now shivering and twitching slightly at the touch. His slow, gentle circles were moving closer and closer to the waistline of her shorts, and up even more toward her chest. The next pass brought his fingers under her shorts waistband and his fingers brushed up against her underwear lines, and then on the upward swing, brushed just under her nipples. He was on course to go well below her underwear line, but he slowed up just before he got there and waited just long enough for her brain to register that and start to squirm a bit, then he very gently bit down on the back of her neck and nibbled lightly. She arched her back in reaction and while she was distracted, he grabbed the hair at the base of her neck and pulled it back not quite as gentle as before, pulling her ear right up to his mouth and whispering, "Play nice, my pet"

That provoked a near-instant response; her body immediately relaxed a bit, it was almost as if he could see the serotonin levels rising in her brain. He released her hair and then sat up, which allowed her to roll over onto her back. He swung his leg over her so he was straddling her, sitting on her waist and hips. On rolling over her tank top re-covered one of her breasts, but the other was still exposed. He looked over her and then made eye contact. They held each other's vision for a good 5 seconds before he spoke, "What would you like?" he said softly, smoothly.

There was a slight pause and she bit her lower lip in thought, "I ... I don't know." She broke eye contact and looked down, "part of me wants this more than anything, not caring about the consequences. Part of me wants to do the right thing." Her demeanor had gone from light and playful to heavy in a quick span.

He smiled warmly, reaching up to pull her tank top down just enough to cover her exposed nipple, and then rolled off her and lay back down next to her, pulling her in close, almost on top of him, wrapping his arms around her more in comfort than anything else. "I know what you mean. I don't feel wrong ... right now. I want to fall asleep holding you. I want to talk all night. I want to sleep naked with you. I want to make love and look in your eyes as I climax. I want to tease and play and lick you until you squeak like a pterodactyl. I want you ... and I'm torn between wanting you and wanting to do the right thing." He paused and she squeezed him tighter. "I don't know if I'll regret making love or not making love to you more."

"How about ... " she paused for dramatic effect, "We turn out the lights, get ready for sleep, and just talk for a while?"

"Yes, but one thing first ... " he replied.

"hmmm?"

He gently used his hand to turn her face toward him and kissed her. It was gentle at first, and he slid his hand around the back of her head and parted his lips slightly, tasting her, not caring if she had a slight bit of pizza breath. He continued just gentle tastes for a moment and then slid his tongue up to her upper lip, she countered back with her tongue, pressing it up slightly against his and opening her mouth more. She was lost in the moment now, and slid her right leg over him so she was completely on top of him now, her legs around his legs. He pushed his tongue deep into her, exploring her mouth. She countered by wrapping her tongue around his, opening her mouth wider and turning her head to allow for maximum lip-to-lip contact. Only half consciously she was pressing her groin into his, starting to gently dry-hump him while letting lust start to win the race against reason.

Between being in the moment and not caring, he went with it; he reached down and grabbed her buttcheeks with both hands and both squeezed and pulled her down against him even more. She continued to gently grind up against him, just two pairs shorts and undies between him and her. She pulled her face back a bit and sat up, grabbing his face and looking him right in the eyes. She saw every emotion she was feeling in him at that moment; lust, love, anxiety, fear, excitement, and especially desire. She absolutely felt a deep connection with him right at that moment. She wanted to do something reassuring and yet sexy. She sat up so she was kneeling over him, her legs straddling his waist. She reached down and grabbed her tank top and quickly pulled it up and over her head, tossing it away over the side of the bed somewhere. He admired her for a moment, and despite the fact they had an emotional history together, this was the first time for them in this situation.

He slid his hands up from where they were at her hips and slowly moved them up her belly, gently exploring with his fingertips, and then over her breasts. Her nipples were already rather firm, but he started to gently roll them between his forefingers and thumbs and immediately got a gasping, pleasurable reaction from her as her back arched and she let out a not-quiet moan/squeak. Her eyes were mostly closed and she was biting down on her lower lip. "I want you. Right now." She said, putting her hands on his shoulders.

He smiled that devilish grin and said, "Not just yet." He propped himself up and pulled his shirt off, then leaned forward and started sucking on her breasts, first one for 9 or 10 seconds, then the other, flicking his tongue over her nipples while sucking them completely into his mouth.

She slid her fingers into his hair and slowly grinded on top of him while he sucked first on one nipple and then the other, using his free hand to tweak and rub the one he wasn't sucking. He was slowly applying more pressure, flicking his tongue faster, increasing stimulation. She was starting to rub and grind against him harder, building sensation down there as well. He started to push back against her and he could tell she was getting closer ...

He grabbed her waist and rolled her over onto her side, and she let loose a bit of a frustrated whine. He quickly leaned in and whispered in her ear, "you can't come yet, I have to tease and frustrate you some more."

Her mouth dropped open a bit and she started a squeak/whine of protest, but she knew that he could indeed draw out anticipation and tension to the point where the climax practically made her have an out of body experience.

He stood up on the bed, balancing as he wobbled slightly on top of the mattress, and slid his shorts down. His erect cock sprang out, bulging and throbbing, so engorged that it was actually just a tiny bit painful. She tilted her head to the side for just a moment to look at it and then up at him, and then without hesitation she leaned in to take it into her mouth. She started out fast, hand at the base pumping him into her mouth where she was sucking fairly hard. He hadn't expected her to start out that intense and he immediately let out a moan and shuddered slightly. "Are you trying to make me cum in your mouth?" he asked. Her response was to increase her hand speed and suck a little harder. If that's what she wanted ...

He relaxed a bit and let his body go with it. She continued at that pace and in addition to sucking she started flicking her tongue over the head. She paused and pulled away just long enough to look up at him and say, "you always brag about your multiple times, let's see it in action," before putting her mouth right back on and continuing with her pace. He was letting out louder moans now, and could feel those muscles starting to tense involuntarily.

He was getting close, he could feel it ... the buildup had started, the Kegel muscles had already started their inevitable clench. His moaning slowly went upwards in crescendo and pitch and then ... release.

She paused for a moment and just felt him climax in her mouth, felt the spasms with her hand which had relaxed its grip slightly, and reached her other hand around to feel his firm ass while it was clenched. It had been a while, she guessed, because it was not a small amount. While he was in the middle of this rather strong orgasm, she gently moved her hand in pace with the muscle spasms and continued sucking until he finished. The entire time she conveyed that the most important thing in the universe to her at that moment was to swallow his load.

He slowly knelt down to the bed, actually shaking a little bit from the intense climax. She leaned over and kissed him deeply. They made out for a few moments until he pulled away slowly and moved his mouth over next to her ear and whispered, "lie down flat on your back, put one of the pillows over your face, and put your hands behind your head."

She nodded dutifully and did as she was told.

She lay down on her back, and took one of the rather soft hotel pillows and put it over her eyes. She then put her hands behind her head. He paused for a few moments, admiring her there in just a pair of comfy nylon shorts, knowing that they were about to come off.

He kneeled down next to her and slid two fingers under the waistband of her shorts, and then with the front of his fingers gently traced a line from one side under the waistband to the other and then back again. He reached his other hand up and slid two fingers under on the other side, and then gently tugged down while quietly saying, "bottoms up!"

She did as she was told, pushing her feet into the bed and lifting her rear up enough so he could slide her shorts off. He was rather surprised to see her wearing "sexy" underwear, as she was normally a practical/comfy kinda lady. They were a smooth cherry red satin, bikini style. Despite the pillow being over her eyes, she knew he was admiring and blushed a tiny bit. She didn't even have to say what she was thinking, which was "yes, these are for you," because she knew he knew.

He took one hand and put his fingertips on them just above her hip, and then felt the smoothness of the satin as he ran his hands across, noticing a dark oval in the middle of her panties that clearly indicated she was just as turned on as he was.

He shuffled on the bed down to her feet and spread her legs apart enough to kneel between her ankles, then started massaging her calves, first one then the other, moving up. He got to the knees and then leaned down to start massaging and kissing her thighs, mostly the insides, slowly working up. He kissed up higher and higher, approaching her undies, using a bit more tongue ...

And then he moved back down to her other knee and started working up that side, taking his time, being deliberate, and making her wait. She whined a bit, having thought he was going to kiss up even higher, but loved the buildup.

He moved up the other leg, massaging and kissing, and got higher, and this time started kissing along the smooth surface of the panties, just lightly touching so her flesh under the fabric felt the touch of his lips. He shifted to the center and started lightly rubbing his lips up and down over her lips down there, eliciting a moan of approval. He was going so slowly and so lightly that she was squirming now, and rather quickly he slid a finger under the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside and plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, tasting her wetness.

She squeaked, in surprise and pleasure.

He pushed his tongue in a bit further, his lips fully pressed up against her lips. She couldn't help herself ... she reached down and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against her even closer. He stopped and lifted his head up, pulling his tongue out of her.

"Mmmm!" she protested.

"I told you to keep your hands by your head."

She sullen commitment she pulled her hand back up and put it by her head. He waited for what seemed like an eternity to her, and then said, "now I have to start over again," knowing full well that she wanted him to continue from where he just was. They also both knew that starting over again would draw it out and she loved and hated to be controlled and teased ... mostly loved.

He moved back down to her knees and started kissing the inside of her thigh again, prompting a fidgeting response. He placed both hands on her left leg and quietly whispered, "shhhhh" and gently steadied her fidgeting. He could sense that she was fidgeting on the inside too.

He kissed slowly up her leg again, going higher and higher, up past her mid-thigh, up to the red satin. He rubbed his fingers over the smooth material, putting just enough pressure that she could feel him. She responded with a moan and a slight push forward. He used his whole hand and started lightly rubbing all the area covered by her panties. He reached his other hand up and tugged down on both sides of her undies to pull them down just enough to see a bit of dark hair poking out above.

"I'm going to slowly pull your panties down, and then move back to where I was before. Lift your butt up just a bit."

She did as she was told and he pulled her last bit of clothing down to her knees. She let her rear come to rest back on the bed and he lifted her legs up enough to pull the panties off her completely. He lay back down and brought his mouth to within a few inches of her wet slit, pausing just long enough to let her know he was still drawing it out and making her wait.

"Would you like me to start licking your wet pussy?" he asked.

"Yes!" she said, a bit impatiently.

"I want you to ask me."

There was a long pause, he guessed it was her trying to compose herself enough to talk. "Please, would you lick my pussy? I want you to pleasure me with your tongue," She replied.

After a long pause he finally plunged his tongue back in, this time not just keeping it there, but taking big long licks from the base of her lips all the way up ... and then lifting his tongue just before he got to her clit.

He paused just long enough again to build up anticipatory tension, and then gently pushed his tongue up against her clit and swirled it around, eliciting another higher-pitched moan. He started gently moving his tongue up and down over her right there, keeping a careful and slow rhythm. Her hips were bucking ever so slightly in time with him, and he took the opportunity to slide his left hand under her ass and firmly squeeze, enjoying the curves and the shape.

He upped the pressure and speed just a little bit and could feel her really getting into it. With his right hand he reached up to her pubic bone and pushed back on the skin over it, pulling her slit open wider and exposing her clit more, allowing a bit more firmness from his tongue on it. She was getting a bit closer now, starting to buck her hips more in time with his tongue. He paused to again lick from the bottom all the way up to the top, savoring her wetness. He started licking a bit faster now and could feel her muscles tensing further.

He again paused and propped himself up a bit to look at her, beautiful face with eyes covered by a pillow and mouth moaning in ecstasy. "Keep your eyes covered," He said, an ever so slight yet gentle warning tone in his voice. He knew she was close now, and he realized he was completely hard again, not that he ever got fully soft after she sucked him off just minutes ago. He leaned back down to start licking again, but this time he crept his fingers up and simultaneously licked her clit and slid two fingers into her, gently pressing upward to find that spot.

She felt his fingers slide inside her and she let out a not-quiet, "oh god!" He started pushing up gently with circular motions and then started making firm pushes with his tongue right on her clitoris. He kept increasing the pressure with his fingers, kept making very firm but slow pushes up against her while flicking his tongue even faster now and was rewarded with a glorious climax from her. She let out a loud, "ohhhh!" of varying pitches and started twitching hard, almost violently. He stopped the licking and let some of the pressure off from his fingers, but kept them inside her and could feel her clamping down on them. He rode out the climax with her, partly proud of himself for helping her to this point, and partly loving just watching her feel so good.

She started to hit some aftershocks now, relaxing her body and feeling her endorphins. She was just lying there, breathing to catch up, a look of contentment on her face. He knew what she wanted, but he was still going to deny it a little more.

He crawled up next to her and held her close and whispered in her ear, "you are gorgeous." She let out a very content closed-lipped moan. He lay down next to her on his side and started gently thrusting up against her, his rock-hard cock brushing up against her upper thigh. She wanted it in her. She wanted him. She wanted a good hard fuck so badly, right now.

She started to roll over onto her side too, and push her rear up against him. To her surprise, instead of sliding it into her, he climbed over her and faced the other way, so his cock was in her face. He grabbed onto her and rolled over so she was on top of him, facing away. He immediately started licking her wet cunt again, broad strokes mixed with licking her clit. He paused a moment, "I'm not going to do what you want until you get off with my cock in your mouth." He said, and then went back to licking. She dutifully and eagerly put her mouth over his member and started sucking, having a hard time concentrating while he was again eating her out with the clear intention of giving her a second external orgasm.

He formed his lips into a bit of a circle and gently sucked her clit into his mouth taking care to flick his tongue over it rapidly. She moaned loudly with his cock in her mouth. He didn't want to overstimulate too much this close to her climaxing. He slid his hands down her back, and grabbed her ass with both hands, then slid his tongue away from her clit down ... and further down, and then pushed his tongue up against her other hole. She squeaked in surprise, muted because her mouth was full. She wasn't opposed to that, it just was not what she was expecting. He moved back down to her wet pussy and pushed his tongue into it as far as it would go, massaging her nice rear end with both hands as he did so. The hint of penetration, even from a tongue, was enough to set her off again. They both felt her buildup, and she started sucking harder and faster in the orgasm-induced frenzy hopes that she could get him off at the same time. Since he had gotten off just 10 minutes prior, he wasn't quite ready to spurt again yet.

And then she climaxed again, and he made sure to lean his head back down to not be injured by her squirming. She squeaked/squealed again, but not quite as loud this time. He fully enjoyed his hands on her rear, feeling her muscles tighten and then relax.

He had made her wait enough; without being prompted, she said, "I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me now."

He rolled to his side and kneeled up. He looked at her and said, "Lay down on your back so your ass is on the edge of the bed." He stepped onto the floor and she quickly scooted over to the edge of the bed and lay back, her legs dangling off the side of the bed. He grabbed her ankles and lifted her feet onto his shoulders, then grabbing his cock he leaned in and started to rub it against her wet outer lips. She gasped in pleasure at the anticipation of being filled, and he teased some more ... using his hand to rub against her clit with his cockhead. She twitched a little at that one as well, but she wanted him inside

While he noticed the obvious enjoyment from her, it actually felt good to him too so he started doing it faster ... she again gasped and bit down on her lower lip. His tongue down there felt good, but it was so wet that it couldn't get that much friction ... the tip of his penis, however? It was generating a lot of friction in just the right spot. She was starting to build again.

He watched her very carefully, and wanted to time it just right. A little more rubbing, a bit more ... she was about to climax ... and right as she did, he slowly pushed himself all the way into her and kept rubbing her clit with his finger instead of the tip of his penis.

The result was clearly a much bigger orgasm than her first one of the night, and she yelled enough that he would be surprised if adjacent rooms hadn't heard her. She didn't have his back available to scratch her nails down, or his neck or lip to bite on, so she grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard. He grabbed her waist and pushed in harder, as her muscle clenching was so much that she was almost forcing him out. He held himself there, watching her beautiful expression as she was riding the waves of pure pleasure.

He gave her about 20 seconds as she caught her breaths, her inhales shallow and staggering. He then slowly pulled almost all the way out, and then pushed in again, this time leaning in to massage her chest with both hands, gently squeezing her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. He was very deliberately pulling almost all the way out and then slowly all the way in, with a bit of pressure at the very end so they could both feel he was deep inside her.

"Look at me," he said, "look right in my eyes."

She adjusted her gaze and focused her pretty brown eyes on his intense green eyes. He pulled slowly out again, and this time pushed in, a little faster. He held it there for a moment, moving his hands down from her breasts to the top of her hips, and holding on a bit for leverage, he pushed in a bit faster and harder yet again. She let out a high pitch grunt in response. He pulled back again, even slower than the previous time and got to where his cock was about to fall out and pushed in harder, this time his crotch area making an audible slap up against her ass and pussy. She rewarded him with a louder grunt.

He kept it up, each time pulling out tantalizingly slow and then pushing in harder and faster. After a half minute he was grabbing her hips hard and thrusting in hard enough that it was nearing that border between pleasure and pain.

"Play with your clit while I fuck you." He ordered. His emphasis on the word 'fuck' managed to raise her arousal level even higher, and she quickly moved a hand down to comply. She rubbed her index fingertip on herself as he continued to thrust in, pretty hard. It wasn't long before she built up and peaked again, not quite as hard as the previous ones, but a definite climax, #4. This time he didn't stop, he actually sped the pace up a bit, leaning a bit toward her and pushing her legs up and back more. He pushed her legs back even further, raising her butt off the bed a few inches and held her legs by her ankles up over her chest, her knees bent a bit. She was starting to build up again, his pushing her legs back was giving a bit more friction to that special internal spot. He was starting to grunt a bit now, the effort making him sweat a bit in addition to helping her climax yet again. She grunted with each hard thrust, her grunts rapidly changing into squeaks and squeals as she got off another time.

He held his cock fully inside her and gently rubbed her nipples as she went through the climax, feeling her muscles clamp down around his erect member. He slowly pulled out and then pushed back in making long, slow, deliberate strokes now, letting her legs rest on his shoulders as he ran his hands up and down her legs feeling the nice shape of them. He pulled out and offered his hand to her, clearly indicating he was going to pull her up to sitting, and she reached out and took it. He pulled her up to sitting and then he leaned in and kissed her deeply, passionately, and rather wetly.

"Stand up on the floor and use the bed to lean on," he ordered. She smiled at him and then did so, wiggling her rear end a little bit once she had both feet on the floor. She leaned over and grabbed two of the pillows to put under her torso. He used one hand to guide his cock up against her and then slowly pushed in all the way, shifting his hands to grab her hips while he firmly thrust in and out of her, not too fast as he wanted to enjoy the sensations more now. He was moaning in clear pleasure now, absolutely delighting in the raw, primal lust. He moved his right hand up from her hip to massage her butt for a moment, and then teasingly pushed the tip of his thumb against her other hole, not actually pushing in, but gently exploring around.

She moaned in clear approval and he pondered for a moment ... was there anything ... YES! The hotel moisturizing lotion.

"Are you ok with this?" He asked.

"I've never done this, but never been opposed. Your thumb feels so good that I am VERY ok with this right now," she responded

"Don't move," he said while pulling out, "Stay exactly like that, I'll be back in less than 10 seconds." He quickly strode into the bathroom, grabbed the small sample container of lotion and came back, a total of 6 seconds gone. She had been good and hadn't moved, hadn't looked to see what he was doing, so when he came back and slid his cock all the way back into her pussy, she wondered where he had gone, but then felt something wet and slippery back there as well and then clenched up a bit and let out a surprised squeak of pleasure as he slid a slippery finger into her ass. There was minimal friction.

Having the sensation of something in her sphincter while being fucked started quickly building back up toward yet another orgasm. He felt the pressure around that finger starting to build and made a point to thrust in a bit harder and faster. About 20 seconds later he felt her peak again and while she was he slowly pulled his finger out, heightening the sensation by that much more. He ran his hand up her back, letting his fingernails go hard enough so she could really feel it but not leave any marks.

"One sec," she said, obviously trying to catch her breath.

"Take your time, gorgeous," he replied, "When you're ready, crawl onto the bed and lie down on your stomach."

She waited about 20 seconds while taking a few deep breaths and then did as she was told, he climbed back onto the bed and straddled himself over her thighs, guiding his cock to her nearly dripping pussy and then sliding all the way in so his crotch was pressed right up against her ass.

He reached up with both hands and grabbed her wrists, essentially pinning her hands near her ears and continued to slowly push into her, fully enjoying the angle, the position, and the sensation. He was rather surprised he had lasted this long, even with having climaxed once already tonight. He wasn't going very fast or pulling out that far, just enjoying the sensation of pushing up against her rather nice rear end while being deep inside her.

He was starting to speed up a bit now, his crotch making a "thwap" against her ass with each thrust. She was wanting him to have his second orgasm and she knew he liked dirty talk; "oh god, fuck me, fuck me harder," she moaned. That spurred him to go a bit faster, and quite a bit harder. He was grunting on each thrust in and it felt ridiculously good.

There ... he felt that muscle start to involuntarily clench. He was getting close now, for sure, and sped up just a little bit faster. She could sense it too, and gave him a bit more inspiration, "Keep fucking me, blow your load in my wet pussy," she called out, perhaps a bit too loud but that made it all the better.

He was almost there, getting so close ...

And then he felt it, an almost impossible muscle clench and he let out a not quiet moan as he spasmed and spurted inside her, releasing her wrists and wrapping his arms around her while he gently pushed in with throes of pleasure. He let his body come to rest on top of her and started gently nibbling her neck, and with his arms still around her rolled onto his side so he was still inside her, now spooning her.

"Oh my God, that was amazing," he whispered in her ear.

He felt sooo good at that moment, and just lay there against her, arms wrapped around her, wiggling and touching. He was nibbling against the back of her neck lightly, and still letting out gentle moans of happiness from the aftershocks. They just lay like that for a while, both in absolute afterglow, feeling each other breath, him still inside her, his arms wrapped around her.

After a bit, he said, "I'm fine lying here and falling asleep, I'm also fine taking a shower and then going to sleep."

She moved her hips forward a bit, his still slightly-erect penis falling out of her. She rolled over and looked in his eyes, he returned her gaze.

"A hot shower sounds amazing," she said, and leaned over to kiss him, gently tasting his lips for a few moments before breaking the kiss to sit up on the bed. Their weekend had just begun.