Abby
Forget all about going home. The moment I felt Aidan’s arms wrapped around me, I knew we wouldn’t survive a ride back to his place. So we did the only logical thing we could do—we got out of the convention center as fast as
we could, crossed the street, and booked a room in the nearest hotel.
All in all, it took us ten minutes.
Right now, we’re inside one of the hotel’s elevators, waiting as it climbs lazily toward the floor where our room is.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Aidan says, his deep voice making my heart race faster.
“I missed you too,” I reply, looking into his eyes with a smile, and God, it feels good to be smiling again. After all this time of pure misery and despair, I thought I’d never be able to genuinely smile ever again. And it feels amazing to be proven wrong.
Placing both of his hands on my hips, Aidan pushes my body against the elevator wall, pinning me there. He just stares into my eyes, his body pressed against mine, and I’m the one closing the distance between our mouths. My eyelids droop as I feel his fleshy lips on mine, and I linger there, wanting this kiss to go on forever.
I part his lips with my tongue, and then move it slowly inside his mouth. Our tongues dance softly around each other, and Aidan lets his hands slide down from my waist and over the curve of my ass. Squeezing both my cheeks, he pulls me into him, his kiss growing wild and fierce.
“I love you so fucking much,” he tells me as we come up for air, his words the most genuine thing I've ever heard.
“I love you too,” I repeat, smiling as I feel the words rolling over my lips. It feels good to say it—no, it feels liberating. I wanted to say it for so long and I couldn’t; the words seemed to hang around my neck like a chain, and now that I’ve set them free I feel so much lighter.
“I can see that,” he whispers, sliding one hand under the hemline of my dress and flattening its palm between my thighs. I gasp as he presses hard against my pussy, the wet fabric of my thong sticking to his fingers. “There’s a lot of love in here, that’s for sure.”
I grin right back at him and, moving fast, take my hand to his crotch. I press hard there, feeling his hard cock against my fingers. “Look who’s talking,” I tease him, curling my fingers around his cock and giving it one harsh squeeze. It pulses against my fingers almost too violently, eager for some action, and that’s when the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open with a quick ding sound. And that’s a good thing; if the doors hadn’t opened, I think I’d just go down to my knees, pull his cock out from his pants and start sucking it right here. It wouldn’t be the craziest thing we’ve done, anyway, right?
As it is, we just stumble out of the elevator and into the hallway. We go straight for our door, and I have to take a deep breath in order to steady my fingers and slide the magnetic key card in its slit. When that’s done, we just hurry inside the bedroom and shut the door behind us.
“Come here, Mister Bad Boy,” I purr, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him into me. I pull his lower lip with my teeth, and then place my hands on his chest and make him walk back until the back of his knees are against the edge of the bed. One final push and he falls back, sitting up on the mattress.
“Taking charge, uh?” He grins, running his hands up my legs and cupping my ass cheeks. “Where’s the old Abby?”
“Don’t know,” I say, climbing on top of him, my arms thrown over his shoulders. Straddling him, his crotch pressed against mine, I rest my forehead against his. “I guess the new Abby came to stay,” I whisper, smiling as a feeling of love and happiness washes over me.
“That’s good,” he replies, slowly pulling the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, revealing the upper contour of my bra, and then he just yanks on the whole thing, bunching up the fabric around my waist. “I love the new Abby.”
“You’re in luck… The new Abby loves the old Aidan,” I tease him, swaying my body and grinding against him. I bite my lower lip as I feel his cock straining against his pants, his thick shaft pulsing against my pussy.
Pushing on him again, I force him to lie down on the mattress, and then I take my hands to the collar of his shirt. I undo the knot on his tie, pull it out from his neck, and I’m about to throw it to the side when a thought suddenly bursts into my mind.
“Let’s do something fun,” I tell him, running my hands through his tie and looking deviously at him.
“I’m all for fun,” he replies, and so I just bend over and place the tie over his eyes, tying it behind his head. He doesn’t resist me, and so I move my fingers down to his shirt and start unbuttoning it, my fingers moving in a hurry as his chest comes into sight. I un-tuck it and then, the moment I undo the last button, I run the palm of my hands over his abs, feeling their smooth curves under my skin.
“So let’s have some fun,” I whisper into his ear, rocking my hips back and forth and grinding against him. His hands are on my ass, feeling the pendulum motion of my body, and there’s a wide grin on his face; he’s enjoying the fact that I’m taking control.
Leaning into him, I lay my lips against his neck, and then I start kissing his body in a descending line. My lips go over his hard pectorals, brushing over his nipples, and then they continue their hike down to his abs. There, I use my tongue to lick the grooves between his square muscles, and I only stop when I find the hem of his pants.
Grabbing his belt, I unbuckle it slowly, not even bothering to pull it out from its loops, and then I pull his zipper down. The moment his cock tents up his boxer briefs, I press it back down with my hand, immediately curling my fingers around it. He gasps as I do it; he can’t see what I’m doing and, as such, he can’t anticipate my movements.
I let go of his cock and, grabbing at his boxers, I start pulling them down as slowly as I can. I reveal one inch of his cock, its tip already glistening with pre-cum, and then I just push the whole thing down. Rolling to the side, I push his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and then I take off his shoes. He does the rest, kicking off his pants and boxers while pushing his shirt down his arms.
I don’t move for a full second, just taking in the sight of his naked body; he raises his hands, trying to find me, and finally manages to grab me by the arm. He pulls me into him, and I just collapse on top of his naked body, his cock brushing against my inner thigh. I think of just flicking my thong to the side and impaling myself on his cock, but I won’t do that; I’m going to take it slow.
I brush my lips against his, but I don’t linger there this time; I go down to his neck again, and I lay gentles kisses there until my mouth goes down his chest once more. I lick each and every one of his abs, my tongue running over the grooves on his skin, and then I keep going further down.
Aidan raises his hips from the mattress, anxious to have my mouth on him, but I want to tease him first. I want to show him I’ve learned a thing or two since we’ve met. Instead of going straight for his cock, my mouth goes for his inner thighs, and I kiss one and then the other, my lips dangerously close to his groins but never actually touching his cock.
“That’s fucking torture,” he groans, grabbing at the sheets and raising his hips once more.