When he sticks two fingers inside me, I almost lose it .
“Killian!” I scream as he stretches me .
The sensation is beyond words. His fingers seem to completely fill me. I can’t imagine how it will feel to have his cock pushed deep inside me. I can’t imagine him being small .
His fingers move faster inside me as his tongue moves in rhythm with them .
“Come for me,” he commands in between thrusts inside me .
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as I come, just like he commanded .
His fingers slowly and reluctantly move out of me, but I can’t move. I’m too exhausted .
I just came on a man’s fingers while his mouth tasted my juices. That’s a first. I’ve had sex before, sure, but no man has ever made me come before. Maybe that’s why I never went to seek it out. If I knew orgasms could feel better than the ones I give myself with a vibrator, I would have sought out men who could give orgasms like Killian sooner. I wonder if he is as good at making a woman orgasm when he’s thrusting deep inside her .
“Be right back, princess,” he says. He gently kisses my lips. It’s a stark contrast to the kisses he was giving me just moments earlier .
I sigh for the first time in a long time, feeling relaxed. I close my eyes as I wait for him to come back. I don’t bother with covering my naked body. Modeling has taught me not to be shy about my body, and I want more .
When Killian comes back, I’ll be brave. I’ll show him what I want. I want him to fuck me like I’m sure he has with countless women before. I want to feel slutty and dirty. I want to feel wild. For the first time in my life, I want to fuck a complete stranger .
I wake up suddenly as I’m thrown from another nightmare about my father’s death. I try to wipe the tears streaming down my cheeks, but I can’t move. I’m pinned to the hotel bed by a hot stranger’s arm .
His arm feels nice, stretched across my body—that is, until I realize we are both naked. Completely naked. Not I’m-wearing-underwear-and-a-bra kind of naked. No, I’m completely naked. He is, too. I know because his leg is draped over me, and his erection is pressed against my hip .
I lie in the bed, frozen, not sure what to do. I don’t want to wake him, but I can’t stay here in bed all day. Although it does feel good to be wrapped in a hot stranger’s arms .
I know how this goes though. As soon as he wakes up, I’ll awkwardly try to get dressed while he tries to find the best way to kick me out as fast as possible. I can’t handle that—not today, not ever .
Maybe if I just slowly slip off the bed, I can get out, get dressed, and slip out of the hotel room before he even wakes up. Then, I can avoid the awkwardness that is bound to happen if he wakes up. Then, I can go back to my own bed and forget this ever happened—except, after a night like last night, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forget. I’ve never orgasmed so hard in my life. My only regret is, we didn’t actually have sex. So, I have no idea why Killian is completely naked .
I gently begin moving his arm off my chest, already feeling the cold the second his arm falls to the bed. I wince, afraid he is going to wake up, but he doesn’t. I wipe the tears off of my face. Now, I just have to get out from beneath his leg. I try to shimmy off the bed, but I can’t. His leg is holding me in place. I try lifting —
“What are you doing, princess ?”
I glance over at Killian. His eyes are still shut. His five o’clock shadow has grown slightly overnight .
“Um…” I swallow hard. “I need to pee, and I have a meeting in five hours that I need to get to .”
He leans over and softly kisses me on the lips. “I’ll order breakfast then .”
He moves off of me and gets out of bed. I watch his bare ass as he walks to his suitcase. He pulls out a pair of jeans and slips them on without putting underwear on first. I curiously look at this man. His body is even better than I imagined. I just wish I could have seen the front of his body .
He leaves me alone in the bed .
Weird . My experience after almost one-night stands is that the guy wants you out fast. If not that, then I would assume he would be looking for sex. But Killian did neither of those things. Maybe he doesn’t find me attractive ?
I shake my head. It doesn’t matter what he thinks. Today will be the last day I ever see him, but it still stings. It hurts that he doesn’t even want to have sex with me .
I get dressed quickly, but linger in the bedroom because I’m embarrassed. He has seen me naked and done untold things to my body while I barely even touched his .
Maybe he wanted a blow job, and I didn’t even offer ?
Maybe he has a girlfriend ?
Maybe he was drunker than I thought and has a hangover ?
Maybe he’s into guys ?