He remains still for a beat, not expecting my sudden kiss, but then he wraps his arms around my waist, thrusting his tongue against my lips.

I open my mouth for him, our tongues dueling against each other for dominance.
His hands are touching me everywhere, squeezing and teasing.

"Goddamn," he groans against my lips. I slide his shirt off his shoulders, making it drop to the ground. He kneads my ass, grinding himself against me before my hands go to the zipper of his shorts next.

I undo the button, then grip the waistband of his shorts and pull them down, noticing he wasn't wearing underwear this entire time. He helps me get out of his pants completely, and I drop my gaze to his dick. Very hard dick. It's girth making me swallow.

I give him a quick squeeze, resulting in a deep groan from him.

My heart is racing in anticipation. We've been flirting and teasing each other the entire afternoon and now it's finally happening.
He's very hot. And very confident. Just how I like them. He wasn't afraid to shoot his shot, and it landed perfectly.

He hooks his thumbs in the bands of my dress, his eyes roaming my face, before sliding them to the side. My wide dress falls to the ground without further assistance. He takes a step back.

"Wow." He slowly looks at me from top to bottom. Since I'm still wearing my light pink underwear, I take them off so he can see all of me.
Stepping towards me again, he grips one breast and kisses me again.

We stumble our way to the bed, and before I can push him down to straddle him, he pivots and pushes me. I fall back, and he comes on top of me. We continue to kiss as he squeezes and plays with my boobs.

"I know you said you preferred being on top," he grins. "But for now, I want to make you feel good with my tongue."

"Show me what you've got." I slap his butt. The reason I prefer being on top is so I can control the pace, the speed and so I make sure I actually finish.

It took me a long time to accept the fact that I had to make myself cum, and not rely on my partner for that to happen.

But most men are good at giving head, so I don't object.

He makes his way down my body, kissing and licking every inch of skin he can touch. His lips are soft on me and I giggle when he reaches my waist.

"You're not ticklish, are you?" He asks with a smirk, swiping his tongue across the most sensitive part of my waist.

I jolt, a weird sound coming from my mouth. He does it again, on the other side, his eyes on me to watch me squirm.

Thankfully he doesn't tickle me for very long. He drops his knees to the ground, situating himself as he spreads my legs wide and over his shoulder. He kisses around my pussy, not yet touching the part I need him most. This teasing goes on for a few moments.

Right before I ask him whether he knows where the clit is, he gives me a long sweep of his tongue on my most sensitive bud.

"Ah," I grab his hair with one hand, the other fisting the bedsheets.

"Mmm," he blows on me. "You taste just as good as I'd imagined."

Before I tell him to quit talking and go on with eating me out, he does. And oh boy he does it well.

I'm panting and squirming in no time. Just as I'm on the verge of coming, he inserts two fingers inside of me. And that's all it takes for me to explode.

My body tightens up before I slump back on the bed. I expect him to stop, but he doesn't. He continues to fuck me with his fingers, his tongue lapping me up.

"Nicholas, fuck!" The second orgasm hits me unexpectedly and I scream.
This time, when the shudders subside, he does ease up. He nips at my inner thighs, breathing me in.

"You're so beautiful."

"I know." I smile.

He chuckles, kissing between my breasts as he gets on top of me again. I can see him hesitating on whether to kiss me or not. But I don't care. I move up, fusing our lips together and pushing against his mouth. He takes the invitation and our tongues play together.

His hardness digs into me. And although I want to feel him in my mouth, there's time for that later in the night. Right now, I need him in me.

"Condoms?" I ask.

He doesn't answer, but stands up and opens his suitcase. He plucks a black box and grabs a condom from it. It's a brand I've never seen before. He sees my puzzled face and says, "I'm allergic to latex. So this is a polyisoprene condom."

I nod as I watch him put on the condom. This is so very sexy. Something about a man putting on a condom is very manly and primal.

"See something you like?" He quirks up an eyebrow.

"Very." I lick my lips. "But it appears you also see something you like."

"Indeed." He tugs at his dick, pointedly looking at my boobs.

I push them together, making them appear larger, and I swear I see his dick twitch. Men are such simple creatures.

Standing up, I approach him. I run my finger from his nose, down his abdomen, to fist his cock.
Still holding him, I lead him to the love seat in the corner of the hotel room. It's wide and doesn't have armrests. Which is perfect for what I want to do to him.

I squeeze his head, and he groans before I make him sit. Straddling him, his hands immediately finding my hips. I taunt him a bit, grinding on top of him and coating him with my juices.

He dives in, licking the skin beneath my ear. When I moan, he sucks on that exact place. A very sensitive part for me. It's amazing how perceptive he is of me already.

He leans back and grins when he sees the hickey he no doubt left. I roll my eyes but he just grins wider.

When I believe I've lubed him enough with my juices, I raise on my knees and align his head with my opening. I keep my eyes trained on his face as he watches me insert him inside of me.

He's unblinking, mouth agape.

His length is average—well, a bit above average—but he's very thick. There's a slight discomfort as I get used to the stretch. But it's a delicious stretch. I definitely prefer girth over length.

"God," he tilts his head backward, his fingers digging into where my legs meet my hips.

Slowly, I set the pace. Switching between grinding back and forth and up and down. He pulls a nipple into his mouth, sucking it before he bites it. He gives the same attention to the other one.
I put my hands on the back of the seat for leverage as I pick up the pace. His base touches my clit in the most amazing and delicious way every time he's inside me to the hilt. I keep grinding on him, not caring that it may not feel as great for him.

I chase my orgasm, undulating until I begin to feel myself twitching around him. He curses, helping me move faster and faster. I explode, my body trembling, and I slump on top of him to catch my breath.

He wraps his arms around me and stands up. When we near the bed, he sets me in the middle of it and lies on top of me. While his dick is still inside of me. Still very hard.

I open my eyes and see him looking at me. He nibbles at my lower lip and I jerk my hips up, urging him to move. And he does.

He switches between fast and hard and slow en tender. I moan in his ear, goading him to pleasure himself. I've had a few orgasms so far. So I don't care about coming this round.

But apparently he disagrees. His thumb goes to my clit and it's more sensitive than I thought. I yelp.

"You feel so good." He moans, his eyes fluttering, his shoves jerkier than before.

I take a deep breath, my ears perking at the wet sound coming from how aroused I am. The sound of our skin slapping against each other. It's music to my ears.

He hikes my leg higher around his waist and it feels like he's reaching deeper in me. It makes me moan even louder. He apparently likes the sounds I'm making as the corners of his lips lift and his thumb moves quicker on my clit.

Arching my back, I come again. It's not as powerful as the previous ones, but it still feels great. I scream out loud. Not caring who hears.
My insides pulsate around his girth and he groans loudly. He buries his face into my neck as his thrusts become jerky.

After a couple more rough thrusts, he stills and comes.

His weight feels amazing on top of me. I make random patterns on his back with the tips of my fingers. Every now and then, he hums in satisfaction.

After a few minutes he lifts his face up and touches his nose to mine. He groans when he pulls out of me and disposes of the condom.
When he comes back from the bathroom, he gives me a quick wipe with a warm cloth.

I'm taken aback for a second.

I've never had my sexual partner for the night do after care so gently and...

Actually. All my one-night stands were rough fucks. And they never cleaned me up afterwards like that. I've never done that as well. Because I never thought it was a part of a one-night stand.
I'm still lying motionless on the bed when he comes back with a big water bottle. He wordlessly hands it to me after taking a sip.

More thirsty than I imagined, I nearly empty the entire bottle.

He takes it back from me, puts it on the nightstand and lies next to me. He pulls me closer to him, resting a leg on top of mine and giving my shoulder a peck.

Sighing, he says, "I hope you know we're far from done. I just need a moment to recuperate." 

I don't reply.

He lifts his head up, a frown on his face. "Is everything okay?"

I snuggle closer to him, resting my arm on his chest. "Wanna hear a truth?"

"Yes."

"I've never had someone cuddle me like this after sex."

His arms tighten around me and I explain further. "I've never been in a relationship. Maybe that's why."

"Maybe." He whispers. "I've always treated all my sexual partners, even if it was a casual hookup, how I'd treat my girlfriend. With respect and affection."

I'm sure that's not something everyone does. It's called a hookup for a reason. You don't have to treat them with affection and tenderness.

"I've only been in two relationships myself." He states. "One in high school, for a few months. And the other one right after college. But it was really toxic. I'm glad I broke things off with her."

Even though I have no experience being in an actual relationship, I'm blessed to have grown up in a healthy household. And I see my cousins in their healthy relationships. So I'm pretty confident I'd be able to tell if something is toxic for me if I ever get in an actual relationship with someone.

"How long were you together?" I ask, my fingers splayed wide on his pec.

"A bit over a year." He exhales. "In the beginning, everything was perfect. She even moved in with me, as she had a really shitty landlord. And that's when it went south."

I don't say anything, waiting for him to continue speaking if he wants to.

"I'm glad I got out. Thanks to my line of work. I broke up with her over text, which is kind of shitty, I know. But I packed my stuff when she wasn't home and flew to China."

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

"Yeah, me too."

To change the mood, I kiss his neck, basking in his scent. He groans, lifting my leg further up his body and gives my thigh a firm squeeze.

I move to straddle him, kissing his face, then his neck. I suck at his throat, leaving him with a hickey, just like he did me.

He gives my ass a slap before smoothing a palm over it while humming in appreciation.

I kiss, lick and nip my way down to his now rock hard dick.

Raising on my knees, so he has a nice view of my ass, I wrap my fingers around him—fingers not touching.

First, I focus on his head, softly teasing it with my tongue. With my other hand, I gently play with his balls. His head drops back, and he exhales a loud breath.

Pressing my tongue harder against his slit, I watch his jaw lock and his eyes rolling. Then I slowly swallow him as far as I can until his crown meets my throat. My reflexes kick in and I gag. But then I try to relax and push more of his length into my mouth.

"Fuck me." He groans, his fingers tangling in my hair. I hum around him, urging him to tighten his fingers in my hair, and he does. His dick twitches against my tongue and I hum again. The vibration must feel amazing. I bob my head up and down, engulfing his entire length. I gag on him more than a few times. Each time, he jerks his hips upwards and keeps my head down to prolong the sensation. My eyes water and my scalp is tingling, but I don't stop. My hand grips his balls, gently fondling them as I bask in his groans and moans.

I love when a man isn't afraid to voice his pleasure. It drives me to suck them even better. His thickness is getting uncomfortable and my jaw is getting tired, so I pop him out of my mouth for a second. He raises on an elbow, his eyes glinting.

"You're way too good at this. I'll come if you continue." With my hair in his hand, he brings me close to him and kisses me deeply. Tongue thrusting against mine. There's saliva all over my lips and chin, but it doesn't bother him.

Pulling away from him, I stand to go grab a condom. I throw it at him and watch him put it on. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet on the ground. When he's done wrapping it up, he makes a move to get to the center of the bed, but I stop him.

I turn around and bend my knees a little and rest my hands on his thighs. Picking him, I align him with my opening and impale myself on him. Then I bounce against his hip while he's inside of me. I'm basically twerking against him.

Just how we were grinding against each other earlier. Now he's inside me while we're dancing.
His fingers grip my ass, helping me move up and down. I look back at him, but his eyes are on my ass as it bounces on him.

I rotate my hips sensually and watch his irises darken further. They've become almost entirely black. This is why I love blue eyes. You can clearly see when someone is turned on and how much.
All of a sudden, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him so my back is flush to his chest. He maneuvers us on the bed so we're in the middle and on our sides. He fucks me sideways, taking charge this time. And it's so fucking hot my eyes roll to my skull.

"You're so fucking perfect." He punctuates each word with a shove. His thrusts are hard and fast and I came so fast and unexpectedly. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thigh onto the bed.

"Ah, yes." I groan. "Fuck me harder."

He listens to me by pushing me to my stomach, kneeling behind me. Gripping my hips, he pulls me so I'm on my knees.

He gives my ass a harsh slap and I surge forward, gripping the bedpost. The sound of our skins slapping, his groans, my moans and the bed hitting the wall with each shove is music to my ears. He doesn't seem to care that the walls here are thin, but I know there's no one in the room beside us, so I moan even louder. My back arches further and he curses behind me.

Usually, I don't like not being in charge, but he knows exactly what he's doing, so I let him.
He keeps fucking me from behind, his thrusts so hard and fast I'm sure my ass is red at this point. But I don't care. He can bruise my entire body because his dick in me feels out of this world. For sure, the best sex I've had. Ever. And I've been sexually active for more than a decade.

He doesn't stop for even one second. Not even when I feel him swell inside of me and releasing a loud groan as he comes. He draws out his orgasm until he drops next to me, spent. After discarding the full condom, he again, pulls me closer to him.
He releases a sigh, giving my forehead a peck, and settles more comfortably on the mattress, pulling my leg across his lap and running his fingers over my skin.

We stay silent for a few moments, catching our breaths.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He nudges me.

"Nothing." I say as I snuggle closer to him. I never thought cuddling would feel this good. "My mind was blank."

"Well, I," He chuckles. "Was thinking that you broke my dick."

My hand travels south to palm his semi hard dick. "Feels fine to me."

"It hurts." He counters. "Mind kissing my boo boo?"

I kiss his neck instead, as I'm too comfortable to move.

I bury my face in his neck and blurt, "My father wants me to work for him, but I don't want to."
"Why not?"

"Because I don't like rules. I don't want a typical job like he insists."

He ponders over what to say. "Have you told him that? I'm sure he'll understand."

"I did tell him. Multiple times." I say with spite. "He's been pestering me for years to come work for him. And one time, to get him off my back, I told him I'll work for him when I turn thirty."

"And how old are you now?"

"Almost thirty two." I have never hated my age this much. They say thirty and flirty, but for me it's thirty and gritty.

"But you're not working for him, yet, right? So, did he change his mind?"

"No. I literally ran away." Not my proudest moments, but it was getting real and I couldn't think of anything else to postpone. So, yeah, I ran away.

"Damn."

"Yeah." I run my fingers through the scattered hair on his chest, lost in thought. "I know I'm being selfish, but there's no reasoning with him. My younger brother works for him and loves it, so he just expects me to do the same. He's so traditional that he believes anything outside the company isn't a 'real' job. It's frustrating because I probably make more money than he does with his company, yet he can't seem to see how fulfilled I am with my current life." I ramble.

"I don't think you're being selfish." He surprises me. "It's your life. You decide how to live it. And if you don't want to work for him, then don't."

"But I made a promise to him." I say, feeling conflicted. "And I hate breaking promises."

"Some promises are meant to be re-evaluated," he counters, his tone gentle. "You should have a serious conversation with him. Explain how much your current work means to you and how it makes you happy. It's important for him to understand that you wouldn't be content working for his company, unlike your brother. It's not about breaking a promise—it's about finding a balance that respects both your needs and his expectations."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I nod slowly. "If you met my brother, he'd tell you I'm the most confrontational person ever. But with my father, I feel like this time he's gonna win this battle."

"You don't know that." He lifts my face with his fingers, his blue eyes so earnest. "You seem happy to me, confident, and quite sexy."

I smile at that.

"But if he still insists that you work for him even after you explain to him that you'd hate it, then, excuse my French, but he's stupid.

I can't help but chuckle and I don't take offense to that. Honestly, I've internally cursed my father more times than I can remember. Mostly in moments of anger.

Lifting my weight on my elbow, I tangle my fingers in his blond hair.

"Quite sexy, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. The hottest" He nods, his grin widening as I straddle him. Grabbing a condom, I rip it and slowly roll it on his now fully hard dick.

"Hotter than Beyonce?" I ask.

"For sure."

"Hotter than Megan Fox?"

"Duh." He smiles when I grab his wrists and put them next to his head.

Leaning down so my lips graze his. "Hotter than Adriana Lima?"

"One hundred percent."

"Now I know you're lying." I shake my head. "There's no one hotter than her."

"Have you seen yourself?" He lifts his head and pulls a nipple into his warm mouth. When he releases it with a pop, he groans. "Fuck, I want to eat you out again."

"You like eating pussy, huh?"

"Just yours. How about you?" He retorts sarcastically.

"Of course."

"Really?" One of his eyebrows rises. "Do you prefer sleeping with men or women?"

"Both equally." I roll my slit over his hardness, lubricating him, and release his wrists. "Women are so fucking soft.

"Yes, they are." His fingers skim my thighs. "So smooth."

"Truth or dare?" I ask him.

He gives me a look, not sure if he should answer. But I sit harder on his dick, earning a delicious groan from him.

"Truth."

"Have you ever slept with the same sex?"

"Can't say I have." He answers. "Though I do occasionally watch gay porn, personally, I'm not interested in sleeping with another man. Unless it was a threesome."

"You've never had a threesome?" I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I figured since he travels a ton, like me, he must have fallen in a situation that resulted in a threesome.

"No." He shakes his head. "Have you?"

"Oh, yeah. Multiple times." I don't feel the need to lie to him.

"What's your preferred ratio? Two men and one woman, or two women and one man?"

I think about it for a second as I trail my nails down his chest. "I honestly don't care. They're both fun. I think I just prefer an orgy if I'm being honest."

"Orgy?" His hips jerk upward, but we're too invested in this conversation to abandon it to fuck. "How many people are usually in it?"

"It differs each time. Sometimes four, sometimes six. Sometimes it can go up to twenty. but those are organized parties and not really spontaneous."

"Hmm." His eyes are cast sideways as he absorbs this. I'm a curious beast. And my curiosity extends not just to new places, but also sexually. "That's pretty cool, to be honest. What goes on in orgies with that many people?"

"Everyone is tested, of course, in case you don't want to wear a condom. And women have to be on birth control." I start. "We get there. Talk, and get acquainted with each other for a little while. Sometimes the fucking immediately starts. Sometimes it takes a while for people to feel comfortable. But when we do, it's the hottest thing ever. There's so much going on and you can fuck as many people as you'd like in one night. In whatever position you want."

I swear I feel him get harder beneath me.

"How do you even know about these events?" He's seriously curious.

"Why, wanna attend one?"

"From the way you describe it, I'm seriously considering it."

"Mostly from mouth to mouth advertising," I smirk. "Everyone's background is checked. So it's a safe environment."

"That's good to hear." He grips my hips, helping me grind on top of him.

"What's your craziest sexual encounter?" I ask. He seems really surprised that I have had threesomes and participate in orgies. So I'm curious to know how far he's gone.

"This." His eyes trace my body.

I'm momentarily stumped by his answer. "Bet I can make it crazier."

I give him a devilish grin as I grip him and impale myself on him. Slowly grinding on top of him and making him lose his mind. His eyes trace every inch of my body, as well as his hands. He gives me praises, fingers gripping and kneading. He lets me take charge and we cross the finish line together.

Afterwards, we fuck the entire night. Literally.
On every surface and every position we can think of.

When the sun starts to rise, I slowly sit up on the bed. He's on his stomach, the sheets on the floor, so his back and plump ass are on full display. There are red lines down his back and ass. I smile to myself.

Grabbing my underwear and slipping it on, then my dress when I catch the Polaroid picture we took together on the floor. It probably fell from his pants pocket when he undressed.

I bend down and pick it up, then search the nightstand for a pen. I find it and write a message on the back of the picture.

Tonight was one of the best in my life. Not just physically...
Talking to you was really easy.
I don't know if I'll ever see you again. But I'm sure that if planet earth, destiny, faith, God, or whatever higher power there is, wants us to meet again, it will find a way to make us meet again...somewhere, anywhere.
Your sexiest woman ;)

With one last glance at his sleeping form, I memorize every inch of his body and face. I'm not as confident we'll see each other again, even though my message conveys that.

Softly opening, then closing the door, I make my way to the room beside it. The one where the bedpost was banging against all night long.

It's time for me to finally go home.

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