"I'm going to," I said, breathless, the pleasure rising, sending me close to the edge.
But he leaned up and pressed his finger against my lips to stop me from speaking. I'd forgotten my fantasy meant that no words would be spoken, and nodded in understanding. He wanted to follow my fantasy to the letter, which meant I was in for another orgasm while he fucked me.
He moved back down between my thighs and his mouth found me once more, slowly bringing me back to the edge once more. When he slipped two fingers inside of me, that coupled with the pressure from his tongue sent me over, my orgasm sending shudders of ecstasy through my body from my core down my legs and up into my chest. My body spasmed around his fingers and finally, I had to stop him for my flesh was too sensitive.
I gasped because of the overwhelming sensation, pressing against his shoulders.
He rose up and leaned over me, staring down into my eyes, then he kissed me, his hand sliding to my breasts once more. Finally, he stood and reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving a condom and opening the package and sliding it over his erection.
He pulled me to the edge of the bed, and turned me around just like in my story, leaning over me from behind, his erection sliding against my pussy. He took my hands in his and leaned over me, his face beside me. I was so wet from his mouth and my orgasm that soon, the friction began to feel good again and I started to move with him. He let go of one of my hands and reached down, guiding his erection into my body and it felt so good, I couldn't help but groan. While he thrust inside of me, slowly, deliberately, he played with my clit, his hand slipping down between my thighs.
I was still so aroused from my first orgasm that in only moments, I was ready again and began moving with him, pressing against his fingers greedily. I tried not to say a word but the pleasure grew to an incredible peak and with him inside of me, I orgasmed hard, the pleasure almost blinding me.
"Ohhhh..."
He slammed into me, thrusting harder and faster and I knew he was almost there as well. I felt his cock harden and then he orgasmed, his thrusts slowing while he groaned, grunting through his ejaculation. Then he collapsed against me, his arms on either side of my shoulders, his face next to mine.
Then, like in my story, he left the bed and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up while I crawled under the coverlet. He returned to the side of the bed and dressed without a word while I lay on the bed recovering, my body warm and satisfied.
He leaned down once he was fully dressed and kissed me, then left the hotel room.
That was it.
He'd found my story that expressed my fantasy fuck with him, and then he fulfilled it.
I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, smiling to myself. He left a note on the desk:
Ella - the room is yours for the night. Order in room service and enjoy your stay.
Josh
I crawled back under the covers and lay in silence for a few moments, wondering whether what happened between us would be a one-time thing or the start of something more.
I felt a little guilty, like I was a hooker or a call girl, but this was my fantasy, not his. He just happened to be generous enough to want to fulfill it.
Then I shut off my stupid brain and grabbed the hotel menu off the desk to see what I could order from room service for my dinner. The options were beyond what I imagined and I selected a filet with all the sides and a cheesecake for dessert.
Then, while I waited for room service to arrive, I grabbed the channel changer and turned on the movie channel, determined to do nothing for the rest of the day.
I'd deal with reality tomorrow.
Chapter Twenty
Joshua
I left the hotel room, smiling to myself as I went down the elevator.
The sex was very good. It was almost too good, frankly. I'd been with many women over the years, but I'd never had insight into their fantasies the way I had when I found Ella's story. She wanted me to be her Mr. Big, to fulfil her desire to be taken and pleasured without any awkward maneuvering or empty words. Just mutual want and need.
No words required.
I was pleased to be the one to fulfil those desires.
In fact, her fantasy was pretty much close to mine -- a beautiful sexually needy woman meets me at a hotel room for pure pleasure. No words spoken because none are needed.
Of course, in my fantasy, the fucking went on all night and into the next day, never leaving the room for anything but a swim in the ocean, but this was Ella's fantasy and it was one really great fuck with two great orgasms and then she got to stay in a beautiful luxury room overlooking Central Park.
As I left the hotel, walking down the street to the office, I pondered whether to reserve the hotel room for one more night so I could go back and spend the night with her. We co