Clothes disappear a piece at a time, the fabric getting stripped away and fluttering to the floor at our feet.
My lips are soft on her skin, and I make damn sure to keep my teeth out of the equation this time because even nipping at her flesh would turn into biting. I want to punish her for the pain I’ve been feeling, for the torture we’ve both been suffering, but that wouldn’t be fair. She’s only doing what she feels is best for her child. I refuse to make her feel guilty for that.
Instead, I lick at her throat and suck on her nipples when she unclasps her bra. Working open her jeans, I drop to my knees and suck on her clit over the top of her panties. Her fingers tangle in my hair, the gasps and groans escaping her lips the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.
It’s hard not praising her, begging her to come on my lips, but I don’t want words to ruin the moment.
I tug off her shoes before I peel her panties down her legs, making sure to hold her up. I don’t want her toppling over. She won’t get on the bed until I put her there myself. Everything is spinning out of control, but this is one thing I can have power over, one place I can make decisions.
I lift one of her legs, placing the crook of her knee over my shoulder, opening her center up to me, and I spend a long minute just looking at her, memorizing the sight of her. Sweet, pink, and swollen with need. She glistens with arousal, the dim light in the hotel room doing nothing to diminish her appeal.
Her fingers flex against my scalp, a plea to stop torturing her, but it’s the least I can do. I blow a stream of air on her naked flesh, but when she jolts in my arms, I can no longer resist. The first sweep of my tongue over her slit is all it takes to turn me ravenous.
I groan when the taste of her hits the back of my throat, and I know my grip on her ass is going to leave marks, but it doesn’t make me loosen my hold on her. We may only have tonight, but I want her to remember me for the rest of her life. When she’s in the shower, alone in bed, when her fingers roam down her stomach, I want this moment on her mind. When she sees a man noticing her, I want her to look at him knowing no one will do this as well as I can. I want her ruined, spoiled for all others. I want her knowing nothing else will compare.
She trembles, her knees buckling, but her leg over my shoulder won’t allow her to topple. I’ve got her now, and I’d have her forever if she’d just let me.
The fingers of one hand slides between her ass cheeks, on a mission to find that soaked slit of hers, and it’s an easy task. I’m going to have a bald spot, I realize when she tugs on my hair as I slip two fingers inside of her. The angle is awkward, but I’m good at improvising. I curl them the right way, and it sends her over the edge.
The rhythmic grip of her pussy on my fingers is a promise of what’s coming later for my cock, but tonight, I need a little of everything from her.
As I stand, I drop her leg and add just the slightest amount of pressure to her shoulders. She obeys the wordless command just as I hoped she would, her hands going to the zipper of my jeans as she lowers herself to her knees. I’m shirtless, anticipating her arrival, and I’m not wearing my boots. I knew if she showed up tonight, I was going to end up inside of her, and I wasn’t wasting time on pretenses.
Her lips are around the head of my cock the second the tip hits the air, and I groan at the warmth of her mouth. My jeans are tangled around my calves, but I’ll worry about getting them completely off later. I do my best to use a gentle hand on the back of her head. The woman requires no fucking guidance when she’s doing this. Even the periodic scrape of her teeth on the underside of me feels intentional.
I’ll come too quickly if I’m not careful, and that isn’t how I want things to end tonight. With one hand gripping the base of me, fingers tight and twisting, her other hand digs into my thigh. I tremble, legs shaking, muscles tight with pleasure and need. It’s bliss, the feel of her suction and release.
I tilt my face up, the sight of her too much to watch. The swarm in my gut starts that low burn deep inside that can’t be ignored, and I have to shift my hips back. I fall heavily from her mouth. Her lips are swollen, wet with a combination of her own saliva and my precum.