Blind Date #7
He lowers his lips to my neck and kisses the tender flesh, sucking gently as he fucks me.
I look up at my own reflection—my hair spread messily over the pillow, my cheeks flushed, my eyes blazing—and then I cast my gaze down to Adam’s reflection and take in his wide, taut, muscular back and his lean, tight ass.
We look great together—like actors in a porno. The sight makes me want to perform.
‘Put my legs over your shoulders,’ I tell him.
He smiles darkly and gets onto his knees, reaching for my ankles and lifting my legs until my feet are around his neck.
Then, with an almost menacing look in his eyes, he starts to pound me, slamming into me so fast and so ferociously that my whole body rocks and the bedframe rattles against the wall.
I can’t help gasping with every powerful thrust, my breath taken away by the sheer force with which he slams into me.
The sight of him thrusting in the mirrors above and the sensation of his cock jamming against my g-spot creates an unbearably sweet and almost unnervingly good feeling deep within.
Unlike the orgasms I’m used to, which feel like a steady ascent, this is more like a sudden and overwhelming swell, an intense and uncontrollable threat of explosion.
‘Oh God,’ I close my eyes, almost scared of what’s happening. My pussy feels so good, too good, and the feeling is dauntingly unfamiliar.
‘Stop,’ I cry, but he ignores me, slamming hard into my pussy, which goes suddenly tight before a stream of liquid spurts out of me and my cunt feels like it’s exploding.
My brain goes white, blank, as a dizzying, obliterating feeling of pleasure washes through me.
I look down at my pussy, gobsmacked to see myself squirting.
Adam slams into me, and the stream of clear liquid shoots out even faster.
‘Fuuuuck,’ he growls as his cock judders inside me, spurting out jets of cum. ‘Fuck, fuck!’ he groans as we come together.
He collapses on top of me, panting, his sweaty chest slick against my hardened nipples.
His groin is wet from my ejaculation, and the sheets are soaking.
I don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or delighted.
My pussy tingles, still quivering from my release.
My whole body is trembling; I don’t think I’ve ever felt so totally and utterly spent.
Adam rolls onto his back, and we lie side by side, our bodies flushed, catching our breath as we gaze at our reflections above.
‘That’s never happened to me before,’ I confess.
Adam smiles, looking at me in the mirror.
‘It’s a good position, hits all the right spots.’
‘You can say that again,’ I comment.
‘It’s a good position, hits all the right spots,’ Adam repeats deadpan, making me laugh. I pinch his side, and he flinches.
‘Ouch.’ He laughs.
Adam gets up and picks up some white fluffy towels from the vanity table. I wonder for a moment if he’s about to have a shower and feel my heart sink a little. I was hoping we could snuggle for a bit after that.
But he comes back over to the bed and lays one of the towels down.
‘It’s a little damp,’ he says, with a wink.
I laugh, scooting over so he can lay down the other towel.
‘I blame you,’ I comment.
‘Guilty as charged,’ he replies, smirking.
With the towels making the bed a bit more comfortable, we lie back down.
I reach for a glass of wine on the bedside table and take a few sips, relishing the smooth taste and savouring the moment.
After all, it’s not often that I get to spend a Thursday night sipping wine in a crazy sex hotel having just had a squirting orgasm with a guy who is a walking personification of Heathcliff.
Adam reaches for my glass, and I hand it to him.
We lie there like that for a while, sharing the glass of wine and chatting lazily, flirtatiously reflecting upon the amazing fuck fest we’ve had and how lucky we were to connect until I feel an overwhelming urge to sleep.
Adam places the empty glass on the bedside table, blows out the candles, and gets under the covers with me.
He slots his warm body next to mine, spooning me, and within seconds I’m gone. Fast asleep.
When I wake up, I’m completely disoriented. The room is shrouded in a pale grey light, and I have no idea what time it is. Early, I’d imagine from the muted light. I roll over, but Adam isn’t next to me. Instead, he’s left his tie in a heart shape on the pillow. Within the heart is a note.
Rachel,
Apologies—I had to leave early for a meeting in the city and didn’t want to wake you.
But thank you for a truly amazing evening! We must do it again soon.
Xxx
Adam
P.S. Everything’s paid for—have breakfast on me.
I place the note back down and pick up the tie, running the soft polka-dotted silk between my fingers before bringing it up to my nose. It still smells of sandalwood – just like him.
I wonder whether Adam and I will see each other again or if he just said that to be polite.
I have a feeling we probably won’t, and I’m okay with that.
Last night and this strange hotel have been like a dream, a perfect fantasy that just happened to cross over into reality. And I have a feeling that if we tried to pull off something similar again, it would lose its magic.
And boy was it magical. I pull the bedsheets around me and smile.