I was quiet in the car ride home. He held my hand the entire way, stroking the back of it softly with his own. He seemed lost in thought, with his eyes turned towards the window staring at the scenery and buildings that we passed on the way back to the hotel.

I was still in a sexual haze when we pulled up to our destination, got out the car and walked to the lobby’s elevators. I had spent the entire car ride trying not to think of what was happening between my legs. I wanted Jonathan badly. I was still wet from our earlier interlude and a part of me wanted to throw caution to the wind, as they say, and be wanton for once in my life. Lincoln was with Luz. I didn’t have any responsibilities or obligations.

I was free to just be whomever I wanted to be that night. With that thought in my head, I waited until the elevator doors closed and I looked up at Jonathan who looked down at me with unconcealed desire. Emboldened by his look, I stepped forward and pressed my breasts against his chest and used one hand to aggressively rub at his arousal. Even through the fabric of his pants, I could feel his member lengthening, growing bigger as I stroked it and rubbed the tip of it.

He was getting excited and went to reach for my breasts when the elevator stopped at a floor and we leapt guiltily apart. We said nothing to each other as someone stepped into the elevator in front of us. I tried not to gasp as Jonathan’s hand snuck out and found its way under my skirt, rubbing my backside, shifting my panties over so that one of my cheeks was exposed to his searching hand.

I had to bite my tongue to not moan in pleasure. When the person in front of us finally stepped out of the elevator, Jonathan quickly positioned himself in front of me and deftly pushed my panties to the side and slid a finger inside of me. His finger met my ready wetness and he then pulled his finger slowly out of me and while maintaining eye contact, deliberately licked my juices off like he was sampling a delicacy.

The elevator dinged and we looked up startled, realizing that we were now on my floor. Wordlessly, I walked out the elevator, pushing my dress down and Jonathan followed behind me.

As I pushed the key card in the door, the ubiquitous beep signalled that it was open. Jonathan stood so closely to me that his arousal pressed against my behind and I had to stop myself from rubbing up against it.

I closed the door of my hotel suite and I felt his hands on my waist before I could turn around. He quickly pushed the straps of my dress down my shoulders kissing them, peeling the dress down my waist and hips. The dress hit the floor with a soft swoosh and then my bra and panties followed. I stood before him naked while he was fully clothed and I didn’t care. I was beyond being self-conscious. I wanted him.

He wasted no time disrobing and I stared at the size of his member, now fully erect and intimidating. He took my hand and brought it down to his shaft, forcing my hand to close around it as he guided my hand up and down. He closed his eyes and moaned my name. His member seemed to quiver in anticipation of what we were about to do.

He picked me up and laid me on the coffee table and proceeded to touch me all over, not neglecting any part of my body. He trailed kisses up my wrists and down my forearms, before bringing my arms up and around his neck. He then picked me up again and placed me on the floor so that I was kneeling in front of him. Confused, I immediately reached again for his member, but he pushed my hand away and turned me while I was still kneeling to face the coffee table.

“Get down on all fours, sweetheart. You might want to hold on to the coffee table.”

I did as he told me and I felt his hand stroke my bare bottom that was now positioned in the air. I felt him take my hips in both hands pulling me back a bit more and then he sank a finger deep inside my sex. I sucked in a breath and felt my sex tighten around his finger. I reached out to grab the legs of the coffee table, eagerly anticipating what would happen next and he began to kiss my spine, while stroking my behind and I wiggled my hips in arousal against his own sex.

Finally he slid his throbbing member between my waiting wet folds and buried himself deep inside of me. I moaned as he withdrew and then pushed back in, teasing me with each stroke. He was right: I grabbed hold of the legs of the coffee table to keep from flying forward as his gentle controlled strokes turned into something wild and uncalculated. He lost control, gripping my hips and thrusting into me so that each thrust knocked me forward and placed him deeper and deeper into me. I came fast gasping for breath and shaking in pleasure all over, my orgasm causing me to moisten even more around his shaft. He must have felt the change because he was soon caught up in his own orgasm, groaning as he came inside of me and collapsing against my body so that his chin was in the crook of my neck.

When his breathing was steady, he slowly withdrew from me and stood up. I turned over to look at him, bracing myself on the palm of my hands, as I placed my butt on the floor and he held out a hand for me and easily pulled me up.

Without a second thought, he picked me up yet again and I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You have beautiful knees. I don’t want them to get rug burn. Mind if round two takes place in bed?”

“That depends…”

“On what?” he said curiously as he put me on the bed and allowed his body to again meld against mine.

“Will round two be followed by round three and four?” I said playfully wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Given how sexy I find you, I’m sure we might get to at least round six or seven before morning,” he said pressing a wet kiss on my lips.

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep,” I said teasingly.

He responded by pressing his shaft, already becoming erect again, against my folds and parted them with his hand, gently pressing his member into me, stretching me, making me moan as he sheathed himself deeply inside of me.

He said, “A promise is a promise,” and he stopped suddenly and looked me in the eye, “And I intend to keep mine” he pushed a little bit more into me, “One hard inch at a time,” and I circled my legs around his waist as he kept his promise, pleasuring me virtually nonstop until the early hours of morning.