We step into the hotel lobby. Heart racing. He grabs the room key—upgraded suite, rooms still occupied. Lucky break. Door clicks shut. Clothes loosen. Lips crash. Bodies reunite. Skin on skin, hot and urgent. Fingers fumble his jeans. He stops me. I fight back. Button pops. Pants drop. Boxers slide. Kneel at his feet. Submission raw. Knees hit carpet. Eyes up, begging. Tongue flicks his shaft. He yields. Cock in mouth. Salty pre-cum drips. Delicious. Velvety soft. Suck deep. Tongue swirls head, balls. His moans—music. Low, guttural. Heart hammers. Pulse in my clit.
He pulls me up. Clothes rip off. Hands pinned behind back. New cuffs slip, fail. Fuck it. Shoved on bed. He mounts. Cock thrusts in. Fills me. Owns me. Pounding wild, then tender. Bestial hips slam. Gentle rocks grind. I belong. Sweat beads. Breaths ragged. Heartbeats sync in frenzy.
The Fever
Ropes now. Glide over skin. Goosebumps erupt. His hands roam. Tongue teases lips—no kiss. Frustration burns. Can’t touch his smooth flesh. Tied tight. Helpless. His dominance surges. Masterful eyes. Obey. Crave it. New gag—cock-shaped. Jelly texture weird. Cellophane wrapper? Jealous twinge. He reassures: store plastic. Doubt lingers. Shoved in. Mouth stretched. Effective. Drool builds.
Photos snap. Kneel on bed. Ropes hoist to upper frame. Semi-suspension. Shoulders strain. Ass lifts, offered. Doggy inevitable. He slams in. Thighs smack mine. Balls slap clit. Electric. Savage thrusts. Body jerks helpless. Hips gripped. Orgasms crash. Wave after wave. He doesn’t stop. Harder.
Pulls out. Sits beside. Strokes himself. Torture. Can’t touch. Watch cock throb. Impotent rage. Shoulders ache. Untied. Gag off—teeth marks. Didn’t notice. Collapse into cuddles. Needed this. Weeks of ache melt. Skin still feverish.
I straddle. Sink slow. Deep. Filled. Ride face-to-face. Lighter body moves free. Hips roll. He swells. ‘Not yet, love.’ Finger joins cock. Then two, three, four. Stuffed. Turn reverse. Back to him. Basin snaps. Hands pinned behind. He erupts. Hot spurts hit G-spot. Spasms milk me. Forbidden bliss after two years.
The Blaze
Nap entwined. Caresses soft. Rare tenderness. Revive him. Lips trail down. Cock warms in mouth. Hardens. Twitches. Salty leak. Kiss hungry. Mount again. Few pumps. He flips. Owns missionary. Withdraws. Sits me up. Cuffs wrists. Suspend arms high. Rope one ankle up, then other. Spread wide. Pussy exposed. Vulnerable. Shameful thrill.
His breath cools. Tongue heats. Edges me. Beg: fingers. He dives. Two plunge. Licks clit. Sucks hard. Fingers curl. I buck. Scream inside—eat my cunt. Barriers crack. He knows. Aspires, titillates. Plunge. World dissolves. Pure orgasm. One flesh. Marks on wrists, ankles—his souvenirs. Soreness lingers days.
More cuddles. Love beyond ropes. Day ends too soon. Life’s cruel. He wants release. Tie his hands, feet loose. Blindfold. Gag him—my cock-gag. Offer: pussy or mouth? Muffled. Tease. Mouth? Nod. Descend slow. Lick glans. Deep throat. Stroke fast. He tenses. Breaks. Cum floods. Moans vibrate. My hips grind air. Wet again.
Best day. Sensations peak. Cuddles seal it.