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It was another couple of miles before a hotel appeared on the
horizon -- by then both of us were gasping for air. AJ had done
nothing but
grab my hand, but I was already hot, wet, and ready for him.
My
imagination had done the rest.
The old lady working the front desk at the hotel gave the two
of us
the dirtiest look I’d ever seen -- you could tell she knew exactly
what we
were up to. Why else would two people check into a hotel together
at
noon? I couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles.
By the time AJ had
paid for the room and given her his most charming smile, I was nearly
hysterical.
I guess it must have been contagious, because AJ started giggling,
too. “What are you laughing at?” he asked.
“Oh, she thinks we’re completely corrupt and evil now,” I managed
to get out. “She’ll probably pray for our souls at church on
Sunday.”
AJ leaned over and put his lips next to my ear, whispering as
a maid
passed us in the hall. “Sweetheart, if good sex is evil, I’ve
already got my
seat in hell paid for several times over.”
We reached the room. I leaned against the door and wrapped
my
arms around his neck. “If *good* sex is evil, I’m still on the
path to
heaven,” I confessed. “Wanna help me turn around?”
He grinned. “Come on over to the dark side, baby, it’s more
fun
over here.” With that, he kissed me. His tongue snaked
into my mouth,
exploring every inch, while his hands did the same up and down my back.
I moaned against him. “Let’s go inside,” I murmured, “before
we
give everyone a show.”
“You forget, I’m an exhibitionist,” he said, slipping his hand
underneath my t-shirt. But, with his other hand, he reached around
me and
unlocked the door.
I nearly fell inside when the door opened, but AJ held me up.
He
backed me towards the bed until I sat down ... I leaned back as he
straddled
my legs, towering over me. “Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging
at my
t-shirt.
I helped him pull it up over my head ... he threw the shirt to
the
ground and laid me back on the bed. He kissed my neck, lightly
at first,
then sucking and nipping until I moaned aloud. Slowly, he moved
lower,
kissing my shoulders and running his tongue along the edge of my bra.
His
mouth on my skin was the most torturous sensation I’d ever experienced.
“AJ ... god ...” I moaned.
“Let’s get rid of this,” he decided, running a finger underneath
my
bra. With one swift movement, he reached behind me and unhooked
it,
holding me up against him with one hand while he flung it away with
the
other. I threw my head back and closed my eyes when I felt his
mouth
lower onto one of my nipples. It was heaven ... his mouth was
so warm,
and the skin so sensitive ... his tongue swirled around the nipple
as his hand
came around to play with the other one. I arched my back and
fell back
onto the bed, causing him to laugh against my skin. The vibration
of his
breath just made the torture worse.
As his mouth teased my breasts, I began tugging at his shirt.
“I
wanna feel your skin,” I murmured, pulling it upwards. He stopped
his
assault long enough to get it over his head, and I ran my hands over
his back
as he continued on to my belly. His lips and hands were everywhere,
it
seemed, and I was helpless to stop them, even if I’d wanted to.
When he ran into my jeans, he looked up and smiled, like a cat
who’d gotten into the cream. “Tori, you know,” he said in a low,
growling
voice, “right now, I don’t know how anyone could have ever thought
you
were plain. You’re so damned beautiful ...”
I melted completely. “I need you so much,” I whispered.
He reached for the buttons on my jeans, and I wriggled to help
him
get them off. He left my panties alone, briefly, before returning
to caress
the silk. “These are pretty, I almost hate to get rid of them
... but, they do
seem to be kind of wet ...” His hand moved between my legs and
touched
me lightly, feeling the dampness. I nearly cried out from the
sensation, but
bit my lip and threw my head back again. He laughed. “Does
that feel
good, baby?”
“Oh, yes ...”
“It’ll feel even better, I promise ...” Soon, my panties
were gone,
and AJ was teasing me by planting kisses up and down my thighs.
“What
do you want?” he asked, stopping at the top of my thigh ... I
could feel his
breath, and it was driving me wild. “Tell me what you want ...”
I couldn’t even articulate what I wanted. “Just ... please, AJ ...”
When his tongue caught the juices between my legs, I couldn’t
help
myself -- I screamed. I’d never felt anything like it ... his
mouth was going
to kill me, I just knew it. His tongue stopped at my clit ...
soon, I felt him
sucking gently. He brought me right to the edge ... and stopped.
My eyes were closed ... I’d stopped watching a long time before.
Too many sensations, too much pleasure ... my body was near convulsions
as I felt him move back up my body. “Stay with me, baby, I’m
not done
yet,” he murmured in my ear, nibbling gently as his hands continued
the
motion down on my center. “Open your eyes ... I want you to look
at me.”
I obliged, and saw his eyes, dark and hazy with desire.
“Tell me
what you want,” he asked again.
My hips were grinding with the motion of his fingers, massaging
my
clit. “I want you inside of me, now,” I moaned.
He pulled back long enough to undo his jeans ... I nearly cried
at the
loss of his hands and mouth, but I leaned up on my elbows in order
to watch
him strip. His body was gorgeous ... his flat belly led down
to slender hips
and a cock that was hard and ready. When he moved closer again,
I
reached down to stroke him, feeling powerful when he groaned and buried
his face in my shoulder. “Oh, yeah, that feels good,” he told
me.
“Does it?” I asked. “Tell me what you want,” I mimicked him.
“I wanna be inside you ... I wanna feel you around me when you
explode,” he growled.
My hands moved around to grab his hips as he positioned himself
above me. He leaned over and kissed me hard, invading my mouth
with his
tongue, just before I felt him plunge inside of me.
I cried out, holding onto him as he moved slowly inside of me.
“God ... faster, AJ ... faster ...” His movements were excruciatingly
slow
and deliberate.
“Don’t rush, babe,” he murmured. “Just enjoy ... you feel so good
...”
With maddeningly slow thrusts, he moved inside of me again and
again, working up a rhythm that eventually began to rock the bed and
my
body, until finally he was moving as fast as either of us could take.
I lost all
coherence as my orgasm built, moaning his name over and over again.
Finally, I let go, hanging on to him for dear life as I screamed.
Somewhere,
in mid-climax, I felt him come inside of me, filling me up before he
collapsed against me.
When we were done, he stayed inside of me for a long time, resting
his body lightly on top of mine. I could do nothing but breathe
heavily
against his skin ... we said nothing. Nothing I could ever say
would
describe what I was feeling. It was simply perfect.
