It was about two months ago when my lover told me he was being transferred to a company in San Francisco. It was both happy and sad news, happy that involved a promotion for him, but sad because it meant we were parting. We decided to book a really nice hotel room and have a romantic last night together.
I’m running late, but he is already waiting for me at outside the hotel as my cab pulls up. I run out the cab and almost jump into his arms. I have been trying to be positive about his move but knowing that it is the last night has made me very sad. I don’t think I will see him again after this. I try to put the thought out of my mind. He leads me through to the hotel, which he picked but I got to double check, and up to our room which has it’s lights dimmed down.
There is a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and a big bouquet of roses on the table. I turn around so that I can throw my arms around him. It just makes the whole thing more special, silly add-ons like that. I decide to also give him a light kiss, but he kisses me back and our romantic night is cut short as we have suddenly decided we need to do it. Right now.
I wrap my arms around him tighter, kissing him deeper. We’re walking backwards towards the bed, and as we’re by it I try my best to undo his shirt buttons. He runs his hands up my top and grips me just below my breasts, on my ribs. This sounds weird, but he’s got a habit of just holding me in certain places. When I asked him why he does that, he replied by saying it’s where he holds me when we’re fucking. Looking at it from that perspective I find it very erotic, and suddenly parts of my body that previously weren’t have now become new erogenous zones. He moves his hands and firmly grips my hips. It’s become habit for me to try and remember which positions we go in when he holds certain parts. This is a game I will miss a lot.
Once I have his shirt of I pull my own top off and climb on top of him. I try and take in as much as I can, from his silly short hair to his ridiculously hairy chest. I always thought it was funny how his chest and back hair grow so magnificently whilst he has a withdrawing hairline on his head. These are all things I’m going to miss a lot. I run my hands through his chest, flicking at one male nipple. I bend forward and start to kiss his neck, moving upwards to kiss his chin and cheeks, to nibble on his ears. I pause near his lips, and instead of kissing him I sit back up and remove my top and bra. He holds his hands up to cup my breasts and I rock back and forth on him a couple of times. Another game we play, where we make all the motions of sex without having sex. It’s a strange form of foreplay he taught me. It’s insanely hot, feeling all the parts that normally get ignored (like the pressure of his hands on my breasts).
I lean forward again and start to kiss him. I also try my best to get his slacks and pants off, although we have to do a bit of a jumble on the bed for it. Then, taking off my own panties but leaving my skirt on, I slowly lower myself onto his hard dick. He places his hands back on my breasts and I start riding him properly this time, watching what his hands do and concentrating on feeling him inside me. He moves his hands down to my waist to guide me, and starts holding my up so that we can fuck harder.
We move to the bathroom which is huge and has mirrors on two walls. I lean over the sink and watch my reflection get taken from behind. I watch my own breasts shake back and forth with each thrust and note how my back arches to take him in further. I’m on my tiptoes with my bum up as high as I can get it, my head down by the sink. I look up and make eye contact with my lover who slows down, pulls out nearly all the way and then slams back in. I gasp out, but don’t break eye contact. He repeats this about three times, making me gasp louder until I finally cum on the fourth thrust. I almost fall over but he catches me and carries me back to the bed.
In bed I lie down with my head on a pillow and he kneels over me, just the right place so that I can start to tentatively lick his balls. I work on one, before carefully moving to the other, sucking the ball in slightly and licking a bit faster. I alternate between this and licking the base of his shaft. I’m drooling a lot however and I want him in my mouth, so I shift position slightly and take in the head of his penis. Seeing what i want to to do, he moves down a little so that I can take him in my mouth. I’ve never been able to deep throat properly, but he pushes his dick in and I try my best to take it all. I gag a little bit I’m also very proud. I start bobbing up and down quickly, licking occasionally. I hear him groaning above me and so I start sucking a bit faster. Before I realise, he pulls out and cums all over my face. I feel hot cum splattering on my cheeks, lips, and hair. There’s so much I’m actually a bit shocked. I lick my lips. The night’s only just started…