Welcome to Dorkville

His muscles tensed a moment before I was airborne and landing on the pillow soft mattress. Looking at him I could almost see the hunger pulsing through his body. How did I end up in an expensive hotel room with a sex god?

Oh yeah, Kerri is how. My best friend needed to be rewarded with flowers and candy and dinner. Oh wow, if he keeps this up she’ll be getting jewelry. She had shown up at my apartment dressed like a high priced call girl and swept me along like a horny fairy godmother. Before I knew it she had wiggled her manicured fingers and I was walking into the lower levels of the club to the private party. Single women were free and this was my first official outing since reclaiming that designation a year ago. I could hardly recognize myself, I looked 10 years younger, nearly illegal. I even got carded, what an ego boost. I was 30, divorced and probably a little too comfortable until HFG Kerri showed up.

A tickle across the top of my breasts broke me from my busy mind.

He had black hair and chocolate eyes with dark tanned skin. Tall and muscular and all man, he was my wettest dream come true. I couldn’t believe the state of my panties and we had only started, this must have been a record. If I was honest though, they’d been soaking wet since I first saw him at the party downstairs. He had been dancing with another woman at the time, if you wanted to call it that. It was closer to fucking and I knew I wanted some. His body had seemed to slither across hers, his arms snaking around her and sliding across intimate places. The exotic beauty threw her head back as he worshiped her throat and collar, working towards her obviously fake breasts.

Why do women do that? Big’uns aren’t as much fun as they seem.

As I had the thought he had looked up at me and smiled before taking a cloth covered nipple into his mouth. Almost taking me to my knees from halfway across the room. Soon I was in his room watching him melt out of his clothes like they were never there. I openly admired his body nearly crying out when he released his massive piece of man candy. He is truly perfect, this must be a dream.

I pinched myself, nope definitely awake.

“What was that?” He chuckled as he prowled up the length of the bed to hover over me.

“Just a minor reality check,” I muttered just before our lips connected in an electric frenzy of hunger and need. Leaving me with no time to worry about being such a dork.

My pulse quickened and my body heated as his hands deftly unzipped my slinky black dress and slipped it down my body. Before I knew it I was nearly nude, he left my thigh high stockings and fuck me heels in place. His mouth latched onto my large breasts making my nipples scream for more as his hands found my slick center and the pleasure button that is the key to my undoing. My hips moved of their own accord as I cried out my first orgasm of the night.

“My little sex kitten you are a piece of work,” he growled in my ear just as I felt the soft cuffs wrap around my wrists. “This is only the beginning, you know. I’m going to take you places you never imagined tonight, you only have to let me.”

I smiled up at him and nodded, I couldn’t even think of talking in that moment. I felt too much and might have said something I would regret. He shifted down my body, worshiping it with his hands and mouth as he moved until he reached the core of my need and spread my legs wide to accommodate his broad shoulders. I gasped when his mouth engulfed my button and I found my way to another climax. I felt sexy and wanton and I loved it.

With wild need he rushed up my body and into me with one swift stroke. Sinking and stretching and feeling like a gift from the gods. We rode the waves of ecstasy with pounding thrusts and a feral need that went deeper than we knew at the time. I wasn’t sure if hours or days passed but eventually we slipped into deep sleep, satisfied for the moment.

I woke a little later to a strange feeling. A warm puff of air, a tickle and then soft, warm lips on my back just above my hips. My body shuddered, how could he know that special place without even knowing my name. At least I assume he wouldn’t remember after only one breathless mumble. I can’t even remember if he told me his. While my orgasm drugged mind sorted through it all and processed the time on the clock I realized what had felt like hours must have been minutes.

Rolling me over he expertly moved between my legs and began kissing my soft belly keeping his eyes locked with mine.

“Hi.” Really, that is all I could say? Hi? Dorkville, next exit. I have no idea what the right thing to say was, I’d never done this before.

He smiled and more sex dripped right off of him. Or was that me drooling? “You don’t have to be nervous, Lynn. I’m going to make you scream my name again. Slower this time and you will wait to come until I tell you I’m ready for it.”

Speechless again I bit my lip and nodded.

Positioning my hands above my head, each hand gripping the other elbow he simply looked in my eyes and nodded. I understood the unspoken command to keep my hands and arms safely in their current position. The lack of words in the presence of his orders made me drip. Oh the things a man like this could teach me given a week, or two, or ten.

I could taste the salt from my skin on his lips and the tang of my juices still lingering on his tongue from before. The kiss was leisurely and he seemed to be exploring my mouth, memorizing my tongue, branding my lips. When his lips left mine they didn’t leave my skin as he moved toward my breasts, trailing soft warm kisses down my neck and over my collar bone much like he had done on the dance floor when we first saw each other. My heart was already dancing a jig. I hoped it would calm down a little, this felt like a marathon rather than a sprint. Within minutes I was wondering if this was just the start of a triathlon. First event: Nipple Torture. I imagined second would be Deep Valley Diving and I could only hope that the last would be the Long Distance Pole Ride. You need to get out more before you start running for Mayor of Dorkville. Nobody could ever feel self conscious while a man like this practically worshiped their body, so my typical responses drifted through my mind virtually unnoticed.

His mouth continued it’s torture as he moved down my body, finally spreading my legs wider than I ever thought they could go and ran his tongue up my slit in a long, torturous glide before settling in nose deep. His persistent licking and sucking made it harder to hold still, my instinct being to grab his head and hold him there. He kept bringing me to the edge of the cliff and pulling me back just before I could fall. Panting and practically begging for release he impaled me without warning, rough and possessive. Making me come immediately, gasping and writhing against him and he held still and rode the waves of my life altering orgasm. Just as I was coming down from the raging high of my orgasm he began taking me like a starving man devouring a meal.

When he leaned forward, grasping my hands above my head and kissed me animalistically I shattered around him again. He growled into my mouth and his thrusts became harder, faster and more erratic until at last he slammed into me harder than anyone had before and grunted, “Come.”

I did.