Four Day Fling

He tossed the keycard onto the sofa and, with his hands on my hips, lead me into the bedroom. I broke the kiss to drop my clutch on the TV unit, but it only lasted seconds.

Adam’s fingers splayed across my lower back. I wound mine in the collar of his shirt as he kissed me, dipping me back just slightly. His tongue once again teased mine, the kiss deepening and going straight to the heat we’d had when we’d been interrupted.

I wanted to wind my fingers in his hair, but I also wanted his shirt off. It was quite the conundrum, but when one of his hands crept up my back and clasped hold of my zipper, my choice was made.

My fingers went to his buttons. I undid two, and as he unzipped my dress, his fingertips brushed against my skin, leaving me tingling wherever he’d touched me.

My heart was beating double-time, and my clit throbbed like crazy.

I wanted him.

All the buttons undone, I tugged his shirt out of his pants. He reached up to pull the straps off my shoulders at the same time I moved to push his shirt down, and we had a weird minute of push and pull that ended with us both laughing.

Adam shrugged off his shirt and threw it to the floor. He kissed me as he hooked his fingers beneath my straps and slid them over my shoulders and down my arms.

We spun, and he kicked off his shoes, pushing me down onto the bed. I bounced on the soft, downy cover, but I barely had a second to think about just how soft it was before Adam pushed me right down to my back and leaned over me.

He kissed me thoroughly before his lips trailed over my jaw. He kissed down my neck, taking my dress down my body as he went. He stood, pulling it all the way down my legs, and left it to join his shirt on the floor.

He explored my body with both his hands and his mouth. From my collarbone to my naked chest and over my nipples to the waistband of my underwear. He was relentless and methodical, kissing every inch and touching even more.

He pulled my underwear to the side, his mouth almost trailing the path of it as he pulled it. It took him no time at all to find my clit with his tongue and get to work. He played it like magic, knowing exactly how to tease and toy to get me to cum. It circled and spiraled and flicked until my hips were bucking beneath him and I could barely breathe as the orgasm took hold of my body.

He loved it, holding my pussy in his mouth until I was limp in his hands.

Then, he stood, tossing his underwear to the side. The condom came out of nowhere—I couldn’t fucking see, he’d damn well blinded me with that orgasm—and he parted my legs as if he were meant to be between them.

The head of his cock rubbed my clit a few times before he finally pushed inside me. It was relief of the most devilish kind—perfect yet torturous at the same time. I didn’t know what he had in store for me, but I still wanted it.

Wanted him.

He didn’t hold back. His hands slid up my body until they were positioned either side of my head and mine were wrapped firmly around his neck.

He fucked me deep and hard, driven by nothing but desire. My pussy clenched around his hard cock, and every second made me hotter and more anxious for the orgasm I knew was coming.

My heart pounded, lungs tightening as I tried to get control on my breathing. I grasped at him as if he were an anchor to the Earth as the pleasure built in me. With each steady stroke of his cock, I came closer to the edge until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I gave in to the hot flush of pleasure that flooded my body. The orgasm hit me hard, dangerously so, and my body arched and writhed in response to it.

The strength he held me with said his orgasm had hit him just as hard as mine. We rode it out together until we both collapsed in a limp heap.

He was good—so fucking good. My vagina honestly wanted to cry and weep and bow to his penis. That was just the facts of it.

I nudged him off me after a minute or so. Hot sex or not, a girl needed to wipe and get panties. And pee. That was real life, and while pornstars might have gone to sleep like that, I was no pornstar and the camera wasn’t about to shut off on me.

I made my way to the bathroom to clean up and grabbed clean panties on the way back. Adam had done little more than removing the condom and drop it into the trash.