I love watching heavy raindrops race down a window. And the rhythmic, mesmerising sound as they hit the glass. This hotel room is perfect for it. Floor to ceiling windows, looking out over a grey, rainy city.
“How do I look?”
I know the answer before I turn back. Stunning. As always.
There you stand in the bathroom doorway, with a towel around you. My eyes meet yours and the towel drops. The bathroom light behind you lands softly on every curve of your beautiful body.
“How do I look now?”
Perfect. As always.
I take a step towards you, ready to feel your naked body against me.
“Aren’t you going to close the curtain?”
“No.”
I close the gap between us and wrap my arms around your waist. Our faces hover closely, though not yet touching. You stretch up, your soft lips meeting mine with urgency and tenderness. Our tongues meet as my hands move up your body, holding your head as you step down to regain your balance.
Your mouth is soft and warm. Built for kissing. Made for making out. Time seems to stop when we’re together, and your hand slipping up under my shirt brings me back to the room. My left hand adjusts slightly, pulling your damp hair away from your neck.
It takes all my effort to drag myself away from your lips, but the sound that escapes them as mine meet your neck is worth it. It’s a sharp gasp, followed by “fuck”, followed a giggle. So fucking adorable. Your body reacts with every movement of my mouth down your neck, and onto your collarbone. Never more than if I gently nip your soft skin, which causes your hand to grip my chest.
I pull my head away from you slightly. I want to take you all in. I want to remember this moment. So soft and innocent yet so powerfully sexual. It’s intoxicating. Again you get to your tip-toes and kiss me deeply. This time is different. There’s a hunger to it. From both of us. Pure lust and anticipation.
My hands reach down and grab the back of your thighs, lifting you from your feet. Your legs wrap around me as I push you up against the wall. It’s not long before by lips are on your neck again and there’s heavenly filth falling from your perfect lips once again. “Fuck me. Just put your fat fucking cock inside me right now.” That’s what I want to hear.
I swing you around from the wall and drop you onto the edge of the bed. If I could make it happen, sunlight would burst through the clouds as you lay naked in front of me, legs spread, inviting me to take what’s mine. But the rain beats steadily against the glass as I drop to my knees between your sprawled-wide legs.
I start slowly. Of course I do. My hands trace your legs from your ankles – soon to be on my shoulders – to the tops of your thighs. My eyes are fixed on yours. I’m lost in them, and in the warmth coming from you as my face hovers over your vulva. I want this moment to last forever but the anticipation is killing me. It’s killing us both. Your pussy seems to open itself up for me, spread apart ever so slightly, welcoming me into you.
I lean my head slightly forward, my hot breath on your clit. I start with a long stroke of my tongue, all the way from your asshole, along your soaking wet lips, to just below your greedily-waiting clit. Again my tongue slides along your pussy, slipping into your twitching hole, and back to just below your clit. I feel your hands find the back of my head trying to push my mouth onto you in earnest. Truth be told I want it too.
“Get up.” Confused but obedient, you follow instructions. I raise my eyebrow, and nod sideways at the armchair facing the window. I doubt you noticed that I’d moved it while you showered earlier but I’ll make sure you don’t forget it. I admire your gorgeous ass as you take the couple of steps towards it, and lean forward. Giving yourself to me.
It’s not what I had in mind, but I’m not one to pass up an opportunity like this. I can tell you weren’t expecting it when my palm left its mark on your pale cheek. I can feel you brace more the second and third times. The sound of my skin against yours fills the room, as does your whimper after the fourth. My fingers slipping into you catch you by surprise as well. And the tiny push back against my hand is a clear sign that you want more. Of course you do.
I position myself behind you, and pull you back up. My arms wrap around your naked body, one hand moves up cup your breast while the other sits lazily across your hip. A twist of your nipple coupled with my lips at the base of your neck draws sharp breath. I move back up and whisper into your ear: “Sit on that chair. Your cunt is mine.”
Like a woman possessed, you climb over the back of the chair. More clumsy than sexy but it makes me want you more. There’s no teasing this time. My tongue swirls around your clit as my lips add some gentle suction. My fingers re-enter your twitching pussy, furiously filling you up. Your hands run through my hair, pulling my face deeper into you as my tongue slithers across your throbbing pearl. Your thighs rest comfortably on my shoulders, your feet soles-first against the window. I hope people can see. I want them to.
I want them to see my hand reach up to play with your nipples. I want them to hear your moans, muffled to me by your thighs. O hope they’re jealous of me. Jealous of my tongue ravaging your clit, slipping up and down your drenched pussy, your wetness dripping off my chin and leaving wet spots on my shirt. I’m as hungry for your pussy as you are for me to make it mine.
I pull you off the chair slightly, exposing your puckering asshole to me. My tongue dances across and around as my fingers replace my mouth on your clit. The moans still come, but these are different. These are guttural groans of a woman losing control. Between laboured breaths you manage “put… your fucking… fingers back… in me”. I don’t need to be told twice, and they slip straight in and start massaging your g-spot as my tongue continues to flick across your ass.
But it’s time. Time to push you over the edge. Time for you to match the rain dripping down the outside of the window. My fingers don’t leave you as my tongue reunites with your clit, and immediately shoots a bolt of pleasure through your body. My fingers work you harder and harder and my lips form a tighter suction around you, with my tongue slapping your quivering clitoris from all angles.
There’s no way people in adjacent rooms can’t hear you scream as my fingers give way to the cascade of wetness arcing from your twitching cunt onto my face, my shirt and even some on the window behind me. I can see and feel your body still shuddering as I stand up, lean down and kiss you with your juices coating my lips. “You wonderful, filthy girl,” I say as we break our kiss and unbuckle my pants. “Now get on your knees and say ‘thank you'”.