Stori
HE SHUTS THE door and locks it. Turning to face me he takes the strap of my purse and tosses the bag to the floor. Some of the contents spill out on the rich grey carpet. Neither of us cares.
“Come show me what I’ve been missing,” he says softly, drawing me close.
He takes an inspired indecent kiss. His fingers thread through my hair. Leaning my head back he runs his tongue down my neck, his warm breath sending chills up my spine. An involuntary sigh leaves me. I feel his thumb brush over my nipple and his hand trace the contour of my breast. My breathing quickens.
Two hands take the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. It’s thrown in the air and sails to the ground. I return the favor, savoring the sight of him. Fastening his mouth on my erect nipples, I feel him harden against me. My fingers find the buttons of his pants and work to undo them, pushing his jeans down just enough to get ahold of his cock. Oh God. It’s a beauty.
“Fuck,” is his one-word reaction.
I take it out and stroke the length of him, base to crown.
“Oh God,” he sighs, pushing to meet my strokes.
I hold his balls in my hand and gently play. He stops me, kicks his shoes and strips off his pants in one perfectly choreographed motion. Then my nude Adonis lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. I’ve got a great view of his hard packed round ass as he carries me across the room. I smack it.
“Eeeeeep!!” I laugh.
He tosses me on the wide bed, the rich down comforter cushioning my fall. Oliver reminds me of a naked adventurer who just caught his first glimpse of the new world. I sit up on my elbows and admire the view while he removes my shoes. Taking my foot, he rubs it over his rock solid cock, smiling as he does.
“Did you really think I was just admiring your pedicure? This is what I was imagining,” he says.
“Me too.” I wiggle my toes when they reach the head and watch the reaction on his face.
Desire, longing, lust.
He flips me over like I’m a feather, unzips my pants, and folds back either side, exposing the band of my tiny white silk thong. Then he begins removing my pants starting at my ankles, lifting the fabric over my heels, taking either side and slowly pulling them down and off. Inch by inch I’m revealed. Still on my stomach, but up on my elbows, I wait. Only a thin strip of fabric lies between my cheeks. I know he’s looking, so I part my legs for his pleasure. He moans his approval.
“You’re a goddess,” he says, reaching out and running a hand over my skin. Moving two fingers down between my cheeks and under the flimsy fabric, he delicately traces his middle finger between my lips and teasingly close to my pussy. The sensation is wonderfully impure.
“Let me taste you. Turn over baby,” he says.
I prop myself up with a thick pillow. He looks at my body with an expression I’ve never seen before. It’s hardened lust and something new. Indescribable. I’m feeling it too. I slowly lower my gossamer triangle one little bit at a time.
“Is this what you want?” I say.
Just when I get to the top of my lips I pull it back up. He looks at me like I just took away his cookie. He puts one hand on his heart, pleading for mercy, and the other on his cock, stroking. I hook my index finger on the silk and trace a course from the top edge down between my legs. I pull the fabric aside, and show him what he’s been waiting to see. That’s all it takes because he climbs on the bed and rips my panties right off me. Literally rips them off. They end up on the bedside table hanging from the lamp.
He moves down between my thighs and uses his fingers to gently part me. There’s a look of sweet sin in his eyes before his mouth finds its mark. I feel his warm tongue moving side to side between my lips, all the way down and then up again, then flicking at my aroused clit. Grabbing his hair in both hands I clench my fists.
“Oh that! Do that!” I whisper, carried away in a wave of pleasure.
I’m so wet. He kisses me in my most intimate place, in the most intimate ways. His tongue following his lips till I’m ready to burst. He lifts his head to watch me, then he brings me somewhere new. Opened palm, he reaches in with his middle finger. He holds it high against me and crooks it as if he’s motioning for me to come to him. It touches a place I’ve never been touched before, a place I didn’t know existed. With his thumb he teases my clit. Oh, my God!
“Let me feel you come,” he says working his fingers at the perfect angle and pace.
As I start to come, he keeps the rhythm steady. It doesn’t increase or slow. I break loose in a wild explosive orgasm that takes me further than I’ve ever been. It goes on and on. I rise up on my elbows and arch my back. I feel my hair sticking to my neck and back and the sweat between my breasts. He leaves his finger inside me. Just as my throbbing is about to come to a stop he crooks his finger, calling me again. Slower this time. The rise in me can’t be denied. It’s happening. It builds quickly almost as if it’s part of the last orgasm. I scream out with another release and grind my hips against his magic finger.
“Fuck!!” I call, still feeling the aftereffect throbbing.
My eyes open to see him staring hungrily at me. He takes his finger out and licks it, then offers it for me to taste. I feel only half human. Surely I’m transforming into an animal. I bring him up to my lips and kiss him madly. Our bodies entwine with a thirst unmatched. Skin against skin. Warm wet tongues taking and giving. Hands moving freely over breasts and cock, pussy, asses, and mouths. I get on top and rub back and forth on his granite cock, squeezing every surviving sensation from my last orgasm.
“Now it’s my turn to taste you,” I say
But instead he rolls me over and holds my arms above my head. He licks my nipples. He sucks and half bites. But his cock calls the shots. I feel it pushing to get inside me as if it’s a separate entity apart from all else.
“I can’t wait,” he pleads.
My answer is to wrap my legs around his waist. He lets my hands go and takes ahold of his cock. He rubs it against my lips. I open, my wetness the welcome. He guides it in slowly. My clit is throbbing with the feel of him. Moans of pleasure come from the depth of me. I call his name. I know he’s trying to be gentle but the set of his jaw, the sound of his breathing and the quiet consistent groans coming from him tell me he’s holding back. It only works to get me hotter. I rise hard to meet the last few inches of him, wincing a little when I do. Now he goes full thrust. The strength and power of him released. We’re pumping hard against each other, showing no mercy. I watch his face and it’s wild and untamed and so fucking male.
“I’m coming!” I cry out. I lift high and rough to get every last bit of him in the best orgasm of my life.
“Look at me!” he shouts.
And when I do, he starts to come too. His face in a savage animalistic expression of loss of control. He pumps faster and harder and deeper till I have every drop of all he has to give.
The rest of the day and night is etched in my mind forever. The shower, against the wall, the floor and then the bed again. At one point a drop of his sweat landed on my cheek. I swear I heard a sizzle. I’ve never been with a man who could go and go and go. I thought it was a male myth. But he proved me wrong.
My definition of pleasure, desire, and satisfaction all redefined. We explored each other and in doing so discovered something about ourselves. I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say we’re both made new.
There were a few meals involved when we realized we needed fuel for our sexathon. My goody bag wasn’t going to do the job. And there was no hesitation on the part of the staff to whip us up whatever we liked. We both wanted a steak. It came accompanied by a lobster tail and potatoes. That was our first order. We sat naked, cross legged on the sheets eating it all. Warm butter dripped on Oliver’s chest and ran down his body. I licked up every drop, especially the ones on the tip of his cock. Then he got inspired. Taking the small cup, he poured the rest on my breasts. He let it run its course, watching it slowly drip down over my aureoles, off the nipples, onto my thighs and between my legs. I became his feast. Heaven. Afterwards we showered and got clean and dirty.
We slept some. Never did we look at our phones, so we really don’t know for how long. We just knew when we woke we wanted to start all over again. Waking up with his arm around me holding me close was intoxicating. Seeing his head under the covers going down on me was an image I’ll hold forever, and having his cock in my mouth another.
I feel a hand between my legs. It wakes me from the best sleep of my life. Now a wiggling finger.
“Wait. Stop. I’m sore,” I plead with my raspy voice.
His hand pulls back. “What’s with your voice?”
I turn over to face him. My God he’s sexy looking. The tousled hair, the broken nose and the naked body. Good combo. “I think I screamed too much,” I laugh.
I sit up and start to rise. He grabs my wrist.
“Where ya think you’re goin?”
“Stop!!” I can’t stop laughing. “I think I’m swollen.”
“Let me see.”
I throw back the covers. “So look doctor,” I say invitingly.
He studies my pussy in the sexiest examination I’ve ever imagined. His face shows his surprise when he sees I’m not kidding. He leans down and kisses them gently.
“Okay, light weight.”
“Light weight? We’ve just been fucking for I don’t know how many hours. Just give me half a day and I’ll show you light weight.”
He smiles in agreement. “Think we should check in with our hosts?”
“Probably.”
“Let’s see what time it is.”
He reaches for his cell sitting on the bedside table.
“It’s eleven.”
“We’ve been in here for nine hours?” I say.
We both start laughing. He sits on the side of the bed and runs a hand through his hair. “Think anyone’s still up?”
“Oh yeah. If they’re not passed out. We’ll surprise them.”
“My stuff’s in my room,” he says.
“Let’s just put today’s clothes back on and make an appearance. We won’t be up for long.”
Fifteen minutes later we’re dressed, teeth brushed and hair combed. Oliver stops me just as we’re about to leave.
“I’ve never felt the things I felt with you here last night. Just want you to know that,” he says.
I touch his face. “I never did either. Nothing close.”
“Good.”
He kisses me tenderly, sealing our words. Then he slaps my ass and we walk out to rejoin the real world.
The sunlight shining down into the hallway takes us both by surprise.
“Is that daylight?” he says incredulously.
“God, its eleven a.m., not p.m.!” I bring a hand to my mouth.
“Oh shit. It’s tomorrow.”
As we walk up the stairs, I hear the conversation on deck.
“Here they come!”
When we emerge from our bat cave we’re greeted by a round of applause, whistles, and cat calls.
“They live!” yells Fig. “I was just about to send for the medics.”
“God, you two were you screwing that whole time? It’s been almost twenty-four hours!” adds Zarah.
“Not the whole time. We took a break or two,” says Oliver grinning to beat the ban.
“Well, how was he? Give us your honest review, don’t hold back,” laughs Luca.
Caroline slugs him on the arm. “Luca!”
I raise my hand and stop her further protest. Then I lock eyes with Oliver.
“He was sexceptional.”