up until he was in my arms in the open doorway of the motel room, his arms holding me tight and his lips pressed against mine. I had worried that it’d be awkward seeing him after all we’ve talked about on the phone, all the secrets we shared. But falling into his arms and offering my lips for him to kiss was as natural as taking a swim on a hot summer day. Fitting and perfect and the only thing that could happen.
We don’t stop kissing as he leads me backward towards the bed, and only then for only long enough to take off our clothes, which in my case is only a tank top and panties, while for him it’s a bit more involved. But even so, it takes barely a second for him to discard his t-shirt, boots, and jeans.
One of the things I missed during our phone conversations was the sight and feel of his hard, muscled body. I get my fill of it as I help him strip. I realized I missed this. But I also missed his smell, and the familiar scent of wind and road dust, mixed with the special musk that’s all him hits me like the best surprise once we’re both finally naked and ready to make a reality of all the words we shared.
His kisses cover every inch of me his lips can reach as he lays over me on the bed, his warm, hard body better than any blanket, more comfortable than any bed I’ve ever lain in.
Bubbles of pleasure erupt in me and pop with each kiss he lands on my neck, and chest and breasts, and nipples. I sigh as he lifts off me, taking away the comfort of his hard body, but the next second I’m moaning in pleasure again as his kisses find my belly, and then my clit, taking my air as the pops of pleasure turn to crackling explosions, each hotter, more dire, closer to the final. His tongue can do things to me no one else can. Speaking words or kissing, licking, biting, sucking my clit he pulls me to heights of bliss I’d be afraid to jump off if I didn’t know the landing would be an even bigger ecstasy. So I let go, I leap, the orgasm crackling through me like a string of explosions going off one after the other, drowning me in a pleasure that I need more than air.
It’s his turn now.
I want his cock inside me, exactly where he wants it too, judging by his grin and the sharp light of lust in his eyes.
But I want to taste him more.
I let my desire be known and he puts up no fight as he lays on his back. I straddle his hips, kissing his warm lips first before making my way down his chest, loving the warm, hard softness of his body against my lips.
His breaths are jagged and loud by the time I made my way down to his pulsing hard cock. He groans as I wrap my lips around the soft head, with just enough tongue and teeth action. I’ve had years of practice in giving blowjobs and I’m glad for it now, even if I wasn’t always. Glad to feel him shudder as I run my tongue down and up the thick, throbbing vein running along the length of his cock only to groan as I once again take the head into my mouth.
My eyes fill with water, a gag reflex threatening to overcome me, as he grabs the back of my head and feeds me more of his cock with a hard urgency I know I’m responsible for.
Fact is, I don’t know how much of his thick cock I can actually swallow, but I’m willing to give it my best. I know how he likes it, he told me he likes women who can swallow him whole best. But I’m gonna show him a new way, and I think he’s like it just fine.
I take his hand off my head, and lay it by his side, weighing it down with mine as I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I can before slowly coming back up for air and repeating the process. Where’s the fun in gagging while giving blow jobs? I never found out and I think I have him on board my train of thought too, as his whole body relaxes and his groans and breaths grow