I got to work the next day and there was already an email from Sam. I opened it and silently groaned at the one sentence message, "Andy, I have to have you." My heart grew warm at the nickname he had given me. We had opened up during the last few days and he had started calling me "Andy". He was the only one that had shortened my name that way and it made me feel so special.
Taking action, I got on the internet and mapped out a hotel near our houses. I emailed him the address and room number, which I had confirmed and charged to my credit card, and told him to be there at 7:00pm.
"You move fast," he replied.
"I know what I want, and I want you," I told him.
After what seemed an unusually long day at work, I raced home to get ready for him. I took a long, hot, bubble bath with my favorite scented bath salts, and groomed my body soft and smooth for him. I dressed in a pair of snug capris and a white tank top with no bra, accentuating my ass and making my nipples visible through the shirt. Sam loved the look of my ass in the pants I usually wore and the hint of my breasts beneath my close-fitting tops. He often told me he got hard just looking at me as I strolled past his department.
I got to the hotel and quickly placed the candles on the tables and turned off the lights. Seeing the warm glow of the candles and the shadows on the wall as the flame flickered made my heart beat faster as I waited for Sam to arrive. I pushed the bag under the bed and looked at myself in the mirror on the wall. Surrounded by the soft glow, I looked so sexy. My breath was coming faster with the anticipation and I could see my breasts rising and falling. My nipples grew hard under my shirt and I reached up to cup my breasts, sliding my thumbs over my nipples. I groaned out loud, imagining Sam's hands on them. I turned around and looked at the way my ass was presented in my capris.
I heard the click of the door as Sam opened it and I turned towards the door. He stood there in the doorway, the darkness of the room masking his face.
"Sam..." I whispered. The light from the candles behind me silhouetted my body. Smiling at him, I cupped my breasts and ran my hands down my body as I walked the few steps to the bed. I climbed onto the bed on all fours, presenting my ass to him. I looked back at him, arching my ass into the air.
"Are you going to just stand there?" I asked.
He stepped inside and closed the door. When he walked inside the soft glow of the room lit up his face and I could see the passion and raw desire in his face. All of a sudden he moved forward and I kneeled on my knees to meet him. He grabbed me, his hands caressing my breasts, squeezing my nipples. He lowered his head and shoved his tongue in my mouth, crushing my breasts to his chest as we fell down on the bed. No words were spoken as we attacked each other, feeding off the taste and feel of our hands and tongues. It was such raw need and lust. It was hot.
His lips slid down my neck, biting all the way, and my hands followed his head down my chest. Through my shirt he bit at my nipples, causing me to gasp out loud, and lower he went, biting my stomach. He slid his hands down my legs and then frantically unbuttoned my pants, peeling them down my legs. He threw them on the floor and slid my heels off my feet. His hands trailed back up my legs, caressing them, gasping.
"God, your legs feel as silky as they look, Andy."
I lay on the bed, almost unable to move. He was still dressed in his business shirt and tie, and he looked so lost and hungry kneeling between my legs.
He slid his hands to my inner thighs, pushed them apart, and just stared at my pussy. He looked up at me, his eyes so dark and stormy. His face was so beautiful; he had no smile. I could see the desire in his face, and I could feel it in the shakiness of his hands. I arched my hips towards his face, silently begging him to touch me.
Without warning, he grasped my hips and pulled me to the edge of bed, smashing his face between my legs. His hot tongue plunged between my lips, devouring the pool of wetness already there. He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips, and I cried out, pushing my pussy into his mouth.
Leaning up on my elbows, whimpering at the pleasure, I watched as his face disappeared and his mouth bathed my pussy. His tongue slathered up and down my slit, swirling around my clit, and then going back down. Each time he licked my hard nub, I almost screamed, the feeling was so intense. He began teasing me, licking my clit and learning my body, licking until I was almost there - almost over the edge - then he would take his mouth away, smile and look up at me.
I looked at him with need, begging him to give me the pleasure he was keeping from me. My eyes pleaded with him, my hips arching. Smiling a dangerous, sinister smile, he slid one finger between my lips, then up to flick my clit, still looking at me. I couldn't look away from his face, already addicted to that look of desire and control he knew he had over me.
Suddenly, he plunged his fingers into my cunt, slamming them in hard. Losing my strength, I fell onto my back on the bed, whimpering, gasping out loud. He lowered his face again, flicking at my clit with his tongue, still fucking me with his fingers, and I could feel myself quickly approaching the edge of all feeling. He wasn't stopping, and the feeling was so hard, so intense, that I could barely breathe.
I was at the edge, and with one last plunge of his fingers and one final flick of his tongue, Sam sent me hurtling into space. Stars exploded behind my eyes and I lost the ability to breathe. My body was on fire, and he wasn't stopping. He continued to lick my clit and fuck my pussy, following me through my orgasm.
It felt so good, painful even, to explode like that, that I began to crawl backwards on the bed, but he followed me, crawling up with me. I kept trying to escape his mouth and fingers, and my back and head hit the mirrored wall behind me. He followed me, lapping up my cum, as I sat on the bed, my back against the wall.
I still couldn't breathe and I felt like I was going to pass out when I exploded into another orgasm, or was it still the same one? My body was so out of control. My hips arched into him, my hands burying into his hair and he started biting me, making me cry out in the most pleasure I had ever felt.
I was weak. I couldn't fight it anymore, so I just let myself go. I ground my pussy into his face, still holding his head, and rode his tongue and fingers through my third and fourth orgasm. He fucked me so good.
Eventually I found my voice, and with all the strength in my body, I was only able to whisper, "Sam, fuck me. FUCK ME!"
He looked up at me with his cocky confident grin, still fucking my pussy with his fingers. He didn't say a word, just watching me as I was lost in the sensations only he could provide. I was his, for now and for all time, and he knew it.
I came down slowly as my body recovered from the heights he had taken me to. I had never had multiple orgasms and never had I had any as hard and intense as now.
As he saw I was coming down, he got off the bed and started taking his clothes off. We had never seen each other's bodies before and his was magnificent. I tore my top off, the seams tearing with my urgency, and threw it across the room. I kneeled on the bed to help him with his clothes. His shirt was already unbuttoned, and I slid it off his shoulders, caressing his chest, shoulders and arms.
On my knees on the bed, I pulled his head down and kissed him, tasting myself on him. I groaned at the taste and greedily licked him clean. Our tongues dueled softly, battling each other. I kissed down his chest to his stomach, then slid my hands under his waistband and slid my palms over his ass, pushing his pants off with them. Needing to be closer, I crawled off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him.
