sleepyhellspawn

[sleepyhellspawn]

I pulled up to his hotel downtown. I had never really seen much of it and had a hard time finding it.

I texted him asking where I should park. The parking lot was completely full.

'Stay where you are. I’ll find out and come find you. What are you driving?' he replied.

The grey Mazda, I responded.

He stepped around the side of the passenger door, opened it, and sat down. He turned to look at me and smiled.

“You’re beautiful,” were the first words he spoke to me. I could feel that he meant it.

He showed me where to park and got out quickly to come around and open my door for me and held out his hand. A bit surprised by the gesture, I accepted with a genuine smile.

“Come here,” he said, pulling me into a tight hug and burying his face into my hair.

He held me just like that in a tight warm hug. Whispering how good I smelled.

That hug was so full on need. The need to touch, be touched, to just be close to someone… I could feel his need so strongly.

He kept my hand in his as we dogged Saturday traffic to cross the street.

I kept thinking about how small my hand felt in his. Something I wasn’t used to.

He guided me through the small and richly decorated lobby to the bar and grill. The smell of seafood from the kitchen filled the air. He pulled a chair out for me at the bar, displaying yet another gesture I wasn’t accustomed to.

He ordered an Old Fashioned. I had never tried one. When he turned to ask me what I wanted I simply smiled and said I’ll have the same.

It tasted like fucking Christmas in my mouth.

He was nervous. His gestures were jerky, he would grin and look off and then look back at me. He'd reach to touch me, brush my leg softly and then pull his hand back.

I loved seeing how I affected him this way.

It was still raining, but very softly. We took our drinks onto the patio of the hotel. I reached for my cigarettes. I had left them in the car.

“I’ll get them for you!” he offered excitedly.

It made me smile but I told him I’d be right back.

I had left them behind on purpose. So that he'd be watching me from the patio walking towards him taking drags of my cigarette, wearing the boots I had picked out for the night just for him. He had said how he had a weakness for boots.

I sat next to him and took my drink that he offered. I sipped it slowly, truly savoring the drink.

His eyes never left my face.

Every time he spoke and I took a drag off of my cigarette his words stumbled slightly and his breathing would get heavier.

I toyed with him this way all night.

I had realized that I truly wanted to be his fantasy girl for the evening. His loneliness was palpable. His hands shook every time he reached to touch me before he quickly pulled his hands away.

God it made me feel good to see how he wanted me but tried so hard not to overstep.

“Lets go walking,” I suggested.

The rain was just a light drizzle now. The air smelled so good. Ocean and fresh night time rain. Two of my favorite scents.

We walked for about ten minutes before he pulled me to him.

“Come here,” he muttered, “I just have to,”

He kissed me softly and with trembling lips. I slid both hands up onto either side of his shoulders, my fingers tracing along his collarbones softly while his slid along my lower back. I kissed him back and he melted into that kiss.

Traffic passed by loudly and broke our kiss. I giggled and took his hand as we continued to the micro brewery he was leading me too.

I looked all around at everything, feeling a little giddy from my first drink, the air, and the power that I felt I had over him. It was exhilarating to see him fighting for self control.

The microbrewery was called The Sea Witch and Ale. I found it a charming attention to detail about me, since I have stated my love of mermaids to long before we met.

The outside seating was covered in rain. I didn’t mind it. Even if it made the white shorts I was wearing a bit transparent.

A small quartet of electric instruments and a hell of a female vocalist crooned to jazzed up versions of older songs under the patio shelter.

He asked me what I wanted and I asked him to choose something for me.

“You’re the expert on beer,” I told him, “you choose one for me.”

He liked that a lot.

When he came back I was swaying a bit with the music and slowly smoking a cigarette.

His breathing got heavy again.

We sat, talked, and sipped our beers. Mine was a surprisingly delicious German brew. He had become more comfortable by then. More adventurous with his hands for short periods of time.

My knee, my thigh just under the hem of my white shorts, my neck and my hair. He hugged me again just to busy his face in my hair. He moaned softly just breathing my scent. I held his face in between my hands softly and kissed him softly.

He couldn’t keep from stopping to kiss me and smell me. There were men there who watched us instead of the musicians. I caught their eyes on occasion and they would sip their drinks and gaze on. I liked that too, but I don’t think he noticed. We stayed and talked until our beers we gone. Then walked by the water. We walked for an hour like this.

“Let’s go have another drink at your hotel,” I suggested.

I was buzzed and happy. I wanted to feel those hands and mouth on the rest of my body.

He ordered our drinks while I had one last cigarette before going upstairs to his room. I love old buildings like that hotel.

We were soaked between the rain and sweat from walking in the humidity. It was so cool in his room.

He took my hand and guided me to the couch and kissed me again. But when he pulled his hand back from touching me this time I had enough.

“Do you want to touch me?” I asked him softly.

“Yes,” he answered breathily.

“Then touch me”

I lifted my hands up as he peeled my shirt off hastily, exposing my breasts. The rest of my clothes except for the maroon lace panties I had worn and my boots came off quickly and his hands and mouth we all over me.

Fuck it felt so good.

He took me to the bedroom and I slowly stripped my boots off while sitting on the edge of the bed. I left my panties on. His eyes never left me.

When my boots were off he pushed me back on the bed and was over me with his mouth and hands. Fuck he felt so good sucking on each nipple until they were stiff and aching. His fingers pressing into the side of my rib cage drove me fucking insane. How he could have found one of my few erogenous parts I don’t know, but I loved it. His massive frame above me and the fire in his eyes told me plainly that I was his now and that he would have me however he wanted me. I had asked him to touch me and so now he would.

He slid my panties off slowly like he was savoring it. His breathing got so heavy in the few seconds it took him to throw them on the ground and push my hips back down on the bed. Oh my fucking god his mouth… he ate my pussy like a starving man. His mouth felt so fucking good. His moan mingled with my own as he dipped his tongue inside of me to taste my wetness.

“You pussy tastes fucking amazing,” he told me, looking up at me before bury his tongue inside me and gripping my hips tightly.

I couldn’t be quiet even if I wanted to. It felt so good.

He stood  up and straddled my face with his huge cock. So fucking thick. I wanted his cock in my mouth so badly.

I softly licked his balls. His small gasps and moans fucking delicious in my ears, I could feel how much more wet I was getting. I worshiped every inch of his balls with my tongue and soft sucks every so often until his balls were so tight.

“Mmm fucking good girl,” he kept moaning and whispering to me. “Such a fucking good girl.”

Fuck those words drive me fucking crazy.

“look at me”

I looked up at him, licking purposefully slow as I met his eyes with my wide hungry eyes.

“Oh my fucking god you are so fucking sexy,” he groaned.

Finally I wrapped my lips around his cock. So thick I had to swallow in a few inches at a time. It felt as good as I had thought it would filling my throat until I could lick the base of his cock.

His moans and utterances of 'such a fucking good girl' over and over made me ache to feel him inside of me.

He rolled me on to my back and slowly slid the tip of himself inside me. He moaned and told me how good my pussy felt. He thrust deeper inside me chanting “oh my fucking god” like a mantra to my pussy.

We fucked for hours. Fuck he was go big. I could feel him stretching my pussy. When every inch of his cock was inside me and he began fucking me I lost all semblance of a lady and became a complete fucking slut.

He pounded deeper and deeper into me. There were no thoughts. His fucking cock had stolen them. All I felt was lust and need.

He pulled his dick out of my pussy and jerked it.

“Get on you knees, I want to fuck you from behind, baby.”

I bit my lip and obeyed, arching my back and presenting my ass and dripping pussy for his cock.

Fucking god it was so deep. It hurt and felt so fucking good. All I could do was scream. And he fucked me harder because of it.

He flipped me on my back and licked up my dripping slit and sucked my now swollen clit. Fuck it felt so good. He slid his fingers inside me and worked at my g-spot. With his other hand he pressed down just above my pussy while fucking me with his fingers. It was the closest I have ever been to cumming during sex. All I could do was feel him and scream.

He shoved his fingers in my mouth and I sucked them clean while he pounded into me again.

He wouldn’t fuck my ass. When I asked him to he buried his cock in my pussy instead, letting me know that was the hole he wanted.

He had me sit on his face and grind my pussy into his face.

“God I could eat your pussy every day all day.”

He told me over and over how my pussy was the best tasting and prettiest pussy he had ever been with. How I was his dirty girl. Fuck I loved that.

Both of us panting and drenched in sweat, my hair soaked, he pulled me close and covered us both in the blanket.

“turn around so I can see your face” he whispered.

My eyes were heavy and I could feel myself close to passing out while his fingers retraced every inch of my face and body.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful” he mumbled under his breath.

I glanced at the clock. 12:45 am

After catching our breaths we both sat up to get dressed. We walked past our third round of drinks, left untouched, on our way out of the room. It made me giggle.

 He walked me to my car and opened my door for me. His hands and mouth on me one last time.

My pussy ached so deeply I woke up being able to still feel him inside of me the next day.

It was a very nice night.