What began as exchanging looks across the bar leads to exchanging a lot more..
After exchanging looks across the bar he hands his empty glass to the bartender with a wink and pushes away from the bar. Before I can begin to wonder where he’s gone, he takes my hand and pulls me from my seat with urgency. We weave through the crowded, smoky casino, past the buffet and reservation desk. Finally we reach a bank of elevators and I watch as he scans his key card and hits the button for the 18th floor. A moment later the elevator doors open and he places a hand on the small of my back, leading me out of the elevator. By the time we reach his room I am filled with anticipation, but my nerves restrict me. This isn’t just some guy I met in a dark club and left with after some dirty dancing and a drunken kiss. This guy is charming. Sophisticated. And really, really hot! Inside the room he closes the distance between us and suddenly we’re close enough that I can feel the body heat radiating off him. His fingertips caress my waist, rubbing gently through my dress. He reaches down and slides his hands up under the short hem of my dress, palms skating along my thighs and higher until his fingertips land on my bare skin, stroking back and forth. My god, I am breathless and he hasn’t even kissed me yet! He smiles, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. He holds eye contact for a second, before leaning in and capturing my mouth in a hot, slow kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, reaching up on my tiptoes to press the full length of my body against his. He pulls me even closer, grinding his hips against mine for a moment before pulling back and commanding me to remove my dress. His gaze moves up and down my body, before he pulls me in and kisses me again. I can feel his cock hard against my hip, making my legs turn to jelly with an electricity shooting between my thighs. We barely make it to the bed, bouncing from wall to wall kissing and groping one another. When we finally get to the bed he grabs me underneath the ass and lifts me, tossing me right onto the mattress so hard I lose both my shoes. He slides a hand under my back and works the clasp of my bra. I gasp as his mouth finds my breasts, licking and teasing until my nipples are stiff. He kisses his way down my belly, pulling my lacy black thong down. He nudges my thighs open with one broad shoulder, and I sink back into the pillows with a moan. He ducks his head, sucking lightly at my stomach and nipping along the crease of my thigh, teasing. When he finally closes his mouth over me and licks, I kissingbuck my hips before sinking back again, as his mouth does all kinds of things to me. It feels incredible, but for some reason, I can’t let go. I’m close, wound so tightly, but something’s holding me back. He keeps kissing my thighs making me shiver under the light scrape of his stubble. I lift my hips up in invitation and gasp as he slides one finger inside me, then another, curling them right up against my G-spot until I moan. It doesn’t take long this time, between his mouth and his hands I come with a shudder, pleasure shattering through me, but it’s not enough. It’s just a taste, and I want more. I gesture for him to come here, and order him to take off his pants, reaching down I stroke his cock through the denim. He groans and leans down to kiss me once more before removing his pants. I can’t help but stare as he removes his jeans revealing black boxer briefs and a bulge so pronounced I feel myself swallow hard. A second later he’s back on the bed. I reach for him, pulling his body down to cover me. He pushes inside me inch by inch. It feels so good. Cal groans against my mouth, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip. He moves against me and I match him, stroke for stroke. We may be strangers but this, we do like we’ve known each other forever. I grip his shoulders, and he rolls us, moving me on top and surging up, deep inside. I moan aloud, and I’m close again. I can feel an avalanche of pleasure waiting to be released. I grind on him aggressively as he reaches up to tease and grip my breasts, and then he’s flipped us again and I land on my back with a gasp. He pins my wrists to the mattress and thrusts into me again, hard. I’m so close. He fucks me again, no holding back, and I love it. I barely recognize myself ravenously thrusting against him, moaning out loud and begging him to continue as the pleasure builds higher and his cock drives me closer. Together we pant, and wrestle, and hurtle over the edge into the most epic orgasm of my whole life. We lie there after it’s over, sweat cooling and breath slowing. He traces patterns with one finger on my back. I feel like I should probably make a quick exit to avoid whatever awkwardness is coming fast but as I start to make my move he reaches a hand out to stop me. “Stay,” he mutters into my hair, his voice low and quiet. I look at him, his eyes are sleepy and somehow inviting. “Okay,” I tell him, nodding slowly as I rest my cheek against his chest and fall asleep.
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