2. 2 #2
But once she’s decided, her resolve strengthens. She lifts her eyes to mine, biting her lower lip. “Fuck it, let’s do it! I think a night with you is exactly what I need, Hayes.”
Hearing her breathy voice say my name shoots a surge of lust straight to my dick.
I toss a pile of bills onto the bar to pay for our tab. Then I grab her hand and drag her out of there .
Annabelle is wearing a type of high-heeled shoe, which, while sexy, slows her down. Impatient, I pick her up and carry her across the old, pitted asphalt parking lot.
Laughing, she smacks my chest and squeals, “Put me down, Hayes!”
“Nope,” I respond, popping the P. I tighten my grip on her as I increase my pace.
Awkwardly, I unlock and open the motel room door before kicking it closed behind us.
Setting her down on her feet, she stands before me, lips bruised from our earlier kisses.
Away from the bar’s noisy atmosphere, it feels different between us.
The silence is deafening. The sexual tension remains, but it also feels like something else…
something heavier, something more than just physical desire.
“Just for tonight, right?” She whispers, resting against the back of the door, her eyes locked on mine. “I can’t promise anything more.”
“Just for tonight.”
I ran my hands down her arms, now peppered with goosebumps.
Sliding to her waist, I toy with the hem of her shirt before slipping my hand beneath it, craving the feel of her silky skin again.
I trail kisses along her neck, licking and nibbling my way up to her ear, her pulse racing beneath my mouth.
She takes my face in her hands and crashes her lips onto mine. Our lips meet in a ferocious clash. Passionate and punishing.
Tossing off my cowboy hat, her hands tug on my shirt, pushing the flannel down my arms. Yanking my T-shirt up, she breaks our kiss to lift it over my head.
Her fingers roam over the planes of my chest and shoulders while I push her toward the bed.
When the back of her knees hit the mattress, she stumbles, falling onto the squeaky bed with a bounce .
Kneeling in front of her, I remove her shirt and toss it aside. Her creamy breasts spill out of her lacy, pale pink bra. Lowering my head, I kiss and lick the swells of her tits before pulling down the fabric to latch onto a nipple.
Annabelle’s whimpered moan hits me in the gut, and my cock strains uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans. Reaching behind her, I unclasp her bra. Palming her breasts in my hands, I gently tug and twist on her rosebud peaks.
Lust barrels through me like wildfire, seeing her splayed out on the bed, squirming, her face flushed with arousal. Moving my hands to the buttons of her jeans, I work them over and off her narrow hips.
Fuck me. She’s wearing matching panties, little more than a scrap of lace. I ease her legs apart and settle between them, pressing soft kisses to her stomach. Her body tenses as I trail my mouth lower, down her torso to her pelvis, then to the delicate skin of her inner thighs.
She twists and attempts to close her legs. “Hayes, you don’t have to do that,” she whispers.
“But I want to. Is that okay?”
After a pause, Annabelle nods. As I nip, caress, and suck on her inner thighs, I’m rewarded with soft whines as her legs spread further apart. She weaves her fingers through my hair, pulling and scratching my scalp with her nails.
I can smell her arousal, and it turns me the fuck on. I glide the pads of my fingers over the top of the swath of lace covering her and find the fabric soaked. Pushing the lace to the side, I part her lips with my thumbs. Flattening my tongue, I lick her entrance. Then I go back for seconds.
My head draws back to look her in the eyes. “Damn tasty, Yankee.”
With a huffed laugh, she whispers, “Get back to work, Cowboy. ”
Circling her clit with my tongue, I pump a finger, followed by a second, into her drenched slit. Her hands grip the sheets in tight fists as her mewls grow louder. When she clenches around my fingers, I suck her little bundle of nerves into my mouth.
Quivering, Annabelle’s back arches off the bed as she cries out my name and her body undulates around my fingers as pleasure courses through her.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. My cock is dripping, pushing against the hard confines of my jeans. I can’t wait to slam into her and revel in her warmth as her juices coat me.
“I’ve never loved hearing my name more than I did just then,” I whisper as I stand and shuck off the rest of my clothes.
Propped up on her elbows, Annabelle lies spent on the bed, her hair fanned out across the pillows. Her chest and cheeks flushed, with a sensual smile playing across her lips. She looks like a fucking goddess, glowing and gorgeous.
“I was right earlier. A night with you is exactly what I need.”
“I’m only getting started, Yankee.” She watches wide-eyed as I roll a condom over my engorged dick. With a wink, I tease, “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.”
I’ve shared enough locker rooms to know I’m more well-endowed than most, so I vow to go slow, even though all I want to do is plow into her warm, sweet pussy.
Pressing her thighs apart, I position myself above her center, teasing and rubbing her clit with my dick before sliding in, inch by inch, until she’s taken all of me.
It’s an agonizing torture, but worth the wait.
I press my forehead to hers, suppressing a groan. “You feel so fucking good. So tight.”
Annabelle moans in my ear. She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass.
Her fingers clutch my biceps as I thrust into her.
Slow at first, but then my movements grow more desperate.
Deeper, harder, faster, longer. She throws back her head, her lips parted with a heady scream while her hips buck under me. I feel the tension mounting.
“Your cunt is as soft as velvet, but… fuck, you’re gripping me so tight.” The pressure of her pussy convulsing around my cock is unbelievable. “You’re going to milk the cum right out of me.”
A sheen of sweat glistens on her body, and her breasts sway with each thrust. I lean forward and lick a bead of sweat, savoring its taste on my tongue.
Unwrapping one of her legs, I push her knee up to her chest to adjust the angle and massage her clit with my thumb.
Her muscles contract around my cock like a vise as her pleasure climbs.
Her climax hits her. Thrashing under me, she screams my name. My ass clenches as I grind into her, my orgasm slamming through me as I explode inside her. I lose the ability to speak or think for a few moments as my mind goes completely blank and my muscles contract, lost in the euphoric high.
I roll off her and sling an arm over my face. Cracking open one eye, I glance at Annabelle. “I think you might have just killed me, but what a way to die. Fuck, that felt good.”
After ambling into the bathroom to discard the condom, I slip back into bed to lie down next to her. There’s a sparkle in Annabelle’s sunflower eyes that wasn’t there before, and knowing that I’m the reason for it, sends a shockwave to my heart.
After a few minutes, she rolls toward me with a playful pout. “I was hoping you’d be up, pun intended, for at least one more round. Didn’t you say we were just getting started?”
She walks her fingers down her chest to her breasts and begins touching herself.
Kneading and squeezing. Her nipples respond and harden.
Transfixed, I can’t look away. She coasts her other hand down her abdomen and parts her lower lips.
Annabelle spreads her thighs and lifts one knee to grant me a better view as she slips a finger in.
Hypnotized, I watch as her finger glides in and out, in and out. Then she removes it and lifts it to my lips. I suck it into my mouth, lapping up the taste of her, of us.
“I was hoping next you could take me from behind. Maybe we could do it over the bathroom counter so I could watch in the mirror as you fuck me? But if you’re too tired, old man…”
Growling, I pick her up and carry her to the counter because the picture she’s painting has my dick springing back to life.
With one arm under her ass to support her weight, I use my other arm to swipe the contents of the counter onto the floor.
The motel toiletries and my Dopp kit clatter to the floor.
“Don’t ‘old man’ me, Yankee. The night is young, and we’re just getting started, darlin’.”