I don’t know what it is about hotel sex, but it always seems that the roles are reversed and I’m the one who relinquishes control. I’m certainly not going to change rule anytime soon though.
It happened again just the other morning.
I awoke to see that look on her face, and at the same time feel her hand wrapped around my cock (who had obviously woken a little before me).
Once she knew I was awake, she started to really work it. Slow and deliberate strokes, agonisingly teasing me. Her sole focus was on my pleasure, wanting to take me to (and beyond) orgasm without distraction. I reached over to reciprocate, only to have my hand brushed away and that determined an mischievous look surface across her lips. I knew there was no point in trying anything other than to lie back and succumb to the pleasure her hand was inflicting.
As the pleasure built my hips would involuntarily start to rock, trying to find that rhythm that my body needed to reach that apex. Every time I did, she would either stop or speed up. It was obvious that she wanted to dictate the pace and choose when and if I would get my release.
Moaning and groaning with every movement of her hand, my erection, my body, my orgasm, was hers to control, and I could see she was enjoying every single second of it.
I wasn’t about to beg for her to take me over the edge, but my body language said more than words could ever say.
She dragged her hand slowly down my now glistening shaft causing me to shudder with the pure pleasure of the whole thing, and then stopped at the bottom of her stroke. Holding the skin taught and seeing my cock swell and twitch under her grip, she looked me in the eye and just said ‘Ready?’
I nodded and she leant in and kissed me hard, her hand never moving and my cock jumping in her hand as if trying to escape. She broke the kiss and dragged her hand agonisingly slowly up and down my shaft, not upping the pace as she usually did. Just the same tight grip and the same pace, each one causing me to shake and my cock to release yet more of the clear fluid to coat her hand.
My orgasm started to build. That tingle that starts in your balls, then spreads throughout your groin before finally rising and filling your cock. I had just a moment to look over at her face, fixated on the head of my cock and what was about to escape, before looking down myself as the full shock of orgasm hit me.
I felt my cock painfully swell and then watched the first jet arc up and over my chest as I got my release. My eyes closed and my body started to shake violently and I cried out with the power of my release, yet through all this she kept the same pace and the same grip, milking me mercilessly.
I had to plead with her to stop as my body was aching from the power of my orgasm. My body, her hand, and the sheets of the bed were soaked. She stopped stroking, but didn’t let go of me until my erection started to subside. Then she just licked her hand and got up to grab us both a towel, leaving me to just sink into the bed enjoying the afterglow as my shrinking cock twitched away, expelling the last few drops of cum with each contraction.
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