Hotel Room

I slipped off my high heels and asked her to unzip the back of my dress. We had been out to a fancy dinner for the night and were back at our hotel room.  She unzipped the top part of the dress and unexpectedly moved her hand around my waist, drawing me closer to her body at the edge of the bed. I felt her mouth on the side of my neck, marking a trail of kisses on me, and her fingers hiking up my dress, teasing my lace crotch. I pressed myself backwards into her arms, gasping from pleasure as she finger fucked me. I had been craving her fingers the entire night, her fingers that matched mine with the diamond ring I had given her. I closed my eyes, surrendering to her desire, and she pushed down my straps with her free hand, grabbing my left breast. I turned my head around to kiss her passionately.  “Since I’m topless,” she said, in between kisses, “it’s only fair that you get out of your dress so we can be equal.” Turning around completely, she was in a sexy black thong and nothing more. I knew she had worn it for me to switch me on. Her eyes were bewitching and smoky with desire in the low lighting of the room. She always told me I was such a temptress and I always felt as though I had hit the jackpot with her, like I was so lucky to have her as my girlfriend. She had a tan physique and was a runner with the coveted flat stomach and toned legs that turned me on. Seeing her without her clothes on elicited an animalistic response in me to merge our bodies together, to be as close as two people could become.  I let my little black dress fall to the floor, revealing my lace panties and strapless bra, which I unhooked for her. I got onto the bed and pushed her back into it, climbing on top of her, pinning her wrist above her head on the pillow, grabbing her hair with my other hand, and kissing her fiercely on the mouth. Her mouth felt sensual, and her tongue tangoed with mine in this private dance that only we shared. Her legs wrapped around me tightly as she let me have my way with her. Face to face, stomach to stomach, tit to tit was one of my favorite positions. I encircled her elegant neck with a hand and had her take one of my nipples into her mouth. Content after a minute, I devoured her breasts with my mouth and hands, traveling south, teasing her thong then pulling it down: “I don’t think you need to be wearing that anymore, darling.”  “No. Fuck me,” she commanded with an element of desperation in her voice. I lied next to her on the bed sheets, taking off my panties, catching her eyes light with further desire. We were both naked now. We were equal. I turned her leg over my hip and when I pressed three fingers into her, she cried out and raised her leg higher on my hip as I fucked her harder and harder with the entire strength of my arm, her body writhing and arching against mine, her head carving into the pillow. I struck a balance between her parts to have her coming within minutes, which she did. I felt like the most powerful woman in the world at that moment. My hand left her body, and we kissed deeply, tenderly. She caressed the side of my face. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you,” I echoed in return, and she soon pushed herself up in bed, straddling above and positioning herself so that we were touching, pussy to pussy. She pressed into me, causing me to cry out. Our bodies found a hot rhythm, and after minutes of escalating passion, she entered me. I lost track of time, lost myself in the sensation of sex with my girlfriend, who fucked me so well in this hotel room bed. Her fingers found a way into my mouth and I sucked on them, turning towards a pillow to muffle the sound of ecstasy and release escaping from my lips.

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