The First Time at the Motel
You can’t sleep, and have been tossing and turning in bed for well over an hour, wide awake without reason to be. Glancing over, your alarm clock reads 10:38 PM. Mind wandering, you recall that your favorite local bar has extended its hours to 2 AM. They have a rotation of seasonal drinks, and it’s been a while since you’ve been there, so it feels worth seeing what they have now. The thought moves you up and out of bed. You slide into a short dress with a thin sweater, taking a moment to fix your hair and apply quick makeup. Looking in the mirror and deeming yourself decent enough, you head out the door, starting the short walk to Tavern.
The city is busy around you, and urban noise is undeterred by the time of night. Traffic moves on the street beside you and people walk both directions on the sidewalk under streetlights. Only a few minutes pass before Tavern comes into view, an aging establishment among the newer, more modern ones. It was originally a strip club, Trickster’s Tavern, but converted to a bar long before your memory. Re-dubbed Tavern, the space as it exists today has a dance floor with space for a small band or DJ, and the bar itself has a wide variety of drinks and fried snacks. It’s a popular venue for locals, but there is always a mix of tourists and out of town business people as well.
Entering the bar, you find it more crowded than usual, music playing through the speakers and a group of people dancing. You work your way through the crowd to an empty spot near a bartender, a woman who’s worked here for years, smiling when you catch her attention. You order a raspberry mixed drink, chatting with her while she makes it. Afterwards, you find an empty window seat, sit down to admire the streetlights as you sip, finding the drink tart in a way that you enjoy.
After a few moments, you scan the room, seeing an even mix of locals that you know and people you don’t recognize. The door catches your eye as it opens, and a woman with long brown hair enters. Her side profile is pretty, she has light makeup on that compliments her features and an eyebrow piercing. Her hair is partially up with a few skinny braids in it, and a few tiny golden rings shimmer in the braids near her face. She wears a black long-sleeved crop top, her toned abdomen on display, baggy pink and black pants. She approaches the bar and orders a drink, taking out her phone while she waits, and you notice her hand tattoos and rings of various sizes on her fingers. You’ve never seen her in town, she’s stunning, and the city is busy but you would remember her. You regret your window seat far from the bar, knowing that you likely wouldn’t have gotten up the nerve to talk to her, she’s way out of your league.
She turns with her drink in hand as your eyes linger, her lips falling into an easy smirk as she catches you. Your eyes dart away, feigning interest in anything else in the room, feeling heat rising in your cheeks. When you dare to look back, you see that she’s chosen a table near yours, sitting alone and scrolling through her phone again as she sips her drink.
Deciding not to be creepy, you pull the book from your bag, turning to where you’d last left off. You settle in, reading a few pages before glancing upwards to grab your drink, and find her unintentionally in your line of sight as you look up. She was watching you, and your eyes meet hers as your fingers close around your glass. She smirks again, holding your gaze long enough that it feels like more than just friendly observation, and you feel yourself blushing once more. You smile in return, take a drink and lick your lips, holding her eyes for a second longer before winking and returning your attention to your book. You feel yourself blushing again, you weren’t in the habit of making eyes at women in bars, let alone winking at them. It’s uncharacteristically bold of you, but you couldn’t help yourself in the moment. You turn the page without reading, mind reeling, telling yourself that it was harmless.
A few seconds later something makes you look up, and you see her moving in your direction. Your eyes drift to the open skin under her crop top, watch the way her abdominal muscles move as she walks, pants low enough that you see her hipbones above the top of her boxers. You tear your gaze away just before she stops in front of your table, but the look on her face says that she saw where your eyes wandered.
Her smile is flirtatious as she says, “Hey, I’m Vera. You’re beautiful, and we both seem to be alone, do you mind if I interrupt your book?” You detect a slight accent as she speaks, you can’t place it, but it’s sexy.
“Hi Vera, nice to meet you. Of course, have a seat,” telling her your name as you shuffle things around to make space at the small table. “And thank you, you’re stunning. Your hair is gorgeous, I love the rings in your braids, it’s a pretty look on you… I’ve never seen you, and I end up here often with my book to sample the seasonal mixed drinks. Have I somehow missed seeing you around, or are you visiting town?”
She smiles, sitting as she responds, “Thank you. I’m only in town for a few days, actually, it seems like a fun city though. People have been super kind, and I’ve been enjoying the restaurants around here. Tell me about yourself, what do you do?”
You tell her about your job and the hobbies that keep you busy, and she smiles and nods along, asking appropriate questions. She pauses briefly when you ask what she does, like she’s organizing her thoughts, finally saying, “I work in music, I love it. It’s really fun watching things come together and seeing how people respond to it. It means that I travel a lot though, Puerto Rico is home.”
“Puerto Rico, wow! I’ve never been, but it looks beautiful. Do you miss being surrounded by that kind of nature when you’re in a city like this?” you ask.
“I do. I miss the sun a lot and having warm days every day. I miss everything else even more. My family, my mom’s cooking, the quiet time that I get there. Everything about it, really. But I get to work with some of my best friends, and that feels like having a bit of home along with me. I miss the island itself, but we see so many cool places and meet great people. It’s exhausting, but I really love it, and I’m always excited to get home in between.” She’s expressive when she speaks, her face lights up when she mentions her mom’s cooking and working with friends, hands talking along with her words.
From there you fall into a comfortable conversation about your lives and things that you like, and you find her easy to talk to. She’s witty and funny, and your cheeks grow sore from laughing and smiling. She has an endearing confidence that mixes with shyness, one moment she’s smirking at you, the next she’s cutely smiling and looking down. Each thought that she shares leaves you wanting to know more, she’s genuinely interesting and her personality is fun to be around. The hours pass without your notice, conversation moving so easily that the music around you fades into the background, and suddenly you’re hearing the last call being announced at the bar. You glance at the time on your phone and groan, not wanting this to end.
“Is there anything else that’s still open around here later than this?” she asks, reading your mind.
“There are a few small diners down the road, they have your usual college town diner cuisine. Aside from that, not really, it’s a Thursday night,” your voice taking on a remorseful tone at the end.
She drums her fingers on the table, “Hmm, I’d be down for diner food if you are. I also have snacky snuff, wine and coffee back at my motel room if that sounds better to you.”
You smile, “Somewhere quieter with snacks and wine sounds great. Where are you staying?”
Smiling in return, she names a motel near Tavern, the opposite direction from your apartment. When you reach the bar, she smoothly takes your receipt from your hand without asking, fingers brushing yours for a fraction of a second before turning to hand them to the bartender along with her card. Your mouth drops open to protest, but she shakes her head at you with that little smirk as she pays.
Afterwards, you walk out into the cool night together. You shiver in the breeze, the thin sweater that you wear over your dress is not quite enough now that the temperature has dropped. She offers you her jacket, and you feel bad leaving her in a crop top in this breeze, but she insists as she drapes it over your shoulders. You feel small as your arms slide into the baggy jacket, but it’s a cute feeling, and the spicy citrus scent of her fragrance on it smells nice. You walk side by side under the streetlights, arms bumping together, fighting the urge to take her hand. It feels silly, you’re walking back to her motel room with her after all. Reading your mind again, she laces her fingers through yours as she leads you around a corner. Her hand is soft in yours, a bit chilly in the evening air.
When you reach the motel, she takes you by the hand through the lobby and to the elevator. You continue to make conversation as it rises between floors, and she tentatively reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Seeing no resistance in your eyes, she brushes it from your face, hand lingering behind your ear with a shy smirk on her lips. The look sends you reeling, she’s effortlessly attractive, and as her fingers brush your ear, sparks race through you at her touch. The elevator doors open with a small ding, breaking the moment. She exits before you, stops, and holds her hand out again. Afterwards she leads you down the hall by the hand. She talks along the way, laughing as she says that this hotel is so minimalistic that she’d gotten lost on the wrong floor one day, didn’t even realize it until the room numbers weren’t right where her room should have been. Arriving at her door, she taps the key card on the reader, walking in before you and holding the door open.
The room is neat, and you notice the spicy citrus scent from her jacket in the surrounding air. Your eyes drift to the few scattered belongings in the space, the freshly made bed, her Switch on the table next to it.
“Wine?” she asks as you toe your shoes off.
“Yes, please”, you smile. She retrieves two glasses and a bottle from the mini fridge, opening it and pouring them. She hands you one and says, “I have a weed pen too, if you’re into that.”
“I’m more of a weed girl than a drinker, honestly. I have a pen in my purse too,” you laugh.
“Me too,” she says. “There isn’t a great sitting area here, is it alright if we sit on the bed and talk?”
“Of course”, you say as she leads you there, climbing into bed as she gathers snacks. She takes small slices of cheese and pre-cut fruit from the fridge, also grabbing crackers, dried cranberries, and chocolates from the nearby counter. She arranges them on the bedside table next to you, and climbs into bed next to you with a small plate for herself, settling in by you with her back against the headboard.
“Crackers in bed? You’re asking for crumbs later,” you joke.
“I’m a monster, I know. I live half of my life in motel rooms, sometimes crumbs end up in bed,” she shrugs.
You laugh and fall back into easy conversation, snacking and drinking wine as you talk. At some point she produces a vape pen, and you pass it back and forth. You’re feeling relaxed, finding her presence so comfortable that it feels as though you’ve known her for longer than a few hours. This seems more like catching up with an old friend than going back to someone’s motel room for the first time.
“Can I ask what exactly happened to your phone?”, you say, laughing. She’s had it out showing you pictures of art that she makes in her free time, and once you’ve talked about that, you find yourself curious about her phone. You’ve noticed that it has several dings and scratches on the case, as though it has gone through something interesting.
Laughing, she looks sheepish as she says, “It wasn’t one thing? I’m always on the go, I just drop it and throw it around, I guess. It did get dropped down the stairs once? OK, twice. The phone is fine though… I promise I can be gentle with things.”
She laughs again at the end, her eyes joking but mischievous. They catch yours as you laugh along at her words, their bright blue focused on you until you grow silent, staying there for a few more seconds.
She glances down at your lips, briefly but obviously, eyes finding yours again with a small smile playing on her mouth as she murmurs, “Can I kiss you?”
The thought had been playing at the back of your mind for some time, since you’d left the bar together. You appreciated getting to know her and were having a great time, and were glad that she didn’t just immediately get physical with you. But the longer you were with her, the more that you found yourself wanting more with her. She was incredibly charming, absolutely stunning, kind and genuine, and your body was naturally responding to her nearness on the bed even before she asked to kiss you.
“Please,” you say simply, leaning forward.
Your eyes drift closed as she leans closer, her lips meeting yours, one of her hands sliding up to cup your cheek. It’s delicate and leaves your head spinning. When she pulls back her hand remains on your face, her eyes on yours. Your expression must encourage her to continue, her lips returning to yours a bit more firmly this time. After a few long moments, you feel the first slide of her tongue, requesting permission. You open your mouth for her as your fingers find their way into her hair, softly running through it as your tongues meet.
It’s been a long time since a kiss alone made you feel this way. She’s barely touched you and you already feel yourself wanting more of her. Her hand skims from your face down the side of your neck, her fingers teasing along your throat. The kiss intensifies, and you lean closer, wanting more contact.
She shifts closer to you, tilting you over as though positioning to slide down in bed, and pulls back to murmur, “Is this OK?”, her words a whisper against your lips.
You nod and return to the kiss, sliding down into bed with her on your sides. Her arm moves around you as your leg hitches up above her hip, bodies tangling together on top of the motel comforter. The kiss takes on a longing now that you’ve laid down together like this, your hands traveling over each other’s clothes. You think that you have the advantage because the crop top that she has on allows you access to the skin on her sides and back. She makes a small sound into the kiss as your hands tease along the bare skin of her sides for the first time, and you slide your body that last bit closer to hers. Your leg slides higher on her hip, curling it around her to pull your bodies flush against each other. The positioning makes your dress rise further upwards on your thighs, her jeans resting against the lace of your underwear.
The lace presses into you damply, and you groan, your hands landing on her belt as you press into her leg. You feel her smirk into the kiss as she begins to roll her leg into you, giving you the right amount pressure to grind into. Her hands find their way onto your bare thighs, sliding up under your dress to fan her fingers over your ass. Your thong leaves this part of your body open for her to explore, and you’re unbelievably turned on by her touch here.
Her exploration has shifted your dress further up over your hips, leaving you nearly naked from the waist down, hands sending sparks through you as they wander over your bare skin. You nip at her lower lip as your hands slide up her back, under the edge of her crop top, toying with the edge of her bra. You groan and shift downward against her leg, wanting more of her skin on yours, annoyed at the layers of clothing between you.
She pulls back lightly, fingers on the edge of your dress when she asks, “Can this come off baby?”
“It can”, you smile, untangling yourself from her body to sit up in bed. She lifts the dress over your head, leaving you in a black lace bra and panties.
“Eres tan hermosa. You’re beautiful,” she smiles at you and translates her own words, kissing you again softly.
Your fingers find the edge of her crop top in the kiss, and she pulls back to let you take it over her head. She’s in a simple black sports bra, beautiful blackwork sleeves revealing themselves, and your fingers trace along her artwork.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” you murmur as you kiss her again, and she leans you back to move on top of you. Her belt buckle digs into your stomach, and your hands move to her belt before she fully rests on you.
“Can these come off too?” you ask, your hands sliding into her back pockets and cupping her ass through the denim.
She reaches for her belt with one hand, and you nudge it away, reaching for the clasp yourself. You make quick work of it and the button on her jeans, and the sound of her zipper feels loud in the room before she pushes them down her hips. She shimmies out of them and finally rests on top of you in her bra and boxers, and you savor the feeling of her skin on yours as your legs tangle together again. At this angle you’re able to slide your leg in between hers as well, and she makes a small sound as your leg rolls against her through the thin layer of her boxers.
Your hands roam each other more freely now, bodies falling into an easy rhythm together as you roll your hips and legs into one another. Small sounds fall from both of you as your movements become more urgent, arousal growing between you. She eventually pulls back from your mouth to pepper small kisses down your neck, untangling her legs from yours as she starts her way down your body. When she reaches your bra, she looks into your eyes as she pops the front clasp. Her eyes flick down to your breasts as she takes one nipple into her mouth, cupping the other breast in her hand. The sensation travels straight to your core, and you now miss having her leg to grind on, rubbing your thighs together for relief, your panties pressing damply into you. She kisses across your chest as she switches breasts, rolling the nipple that she just left between her fingertips. Her teeth graze your nipple and you arch into her mouth, enjoying the pleasurable pain that it brings, a sharpness amidst how you ache. Once she’s satisfied that this breast received the same level of attention as the first, she kisses down your ribs to your navel, little flutters of arousal flaring within you at each touch of her lips. Continuing lower, she kisses along your thigh as her palm slides over your lace-covered center. You groan at the first touch of her fingers over the damp material, resisting the urge to arch into her hand.
“So wet for me, mami, I can feel you through your panties,” she murmurs between kisses to your thigh. She glances up at you, “Can I eat you out, baby?”
“Yes, god yes,” you laugh, the sound breathy.
She smirks as she pulls your thong down, spreading your legs and settling between them. Her fingers open you first, her eyes on your core as she slides her fingers between your folds. Your hips move towards the gentle touch, and she rubs small circles against your clit with two fingers. After a few moments she replaces her fingers with her mouth, and the first press of her tongue against your clit makes you cry out, your hips twitching against your will.
It’s been a few months since someone has done this for you, and you immediately realize that she’s incredible at it. She works you over slowly at first, the perfect amount of pressure and speed to build your pleasure. Your hands find their way to her hair and you resist grinding on her face, your hips fighting the urge to seek more from her. You don’t always come like this, but you might with how she’s working you over, her speed increasing with the sounds that you’re making.
“Do you like fingers inside you, beautiful?”
You murmur that you do and she slides one finger into your core. Once it bottoms out, she flicks it perfectly into the spot that makes your back arch. “So sensitive,” she smirks as she returns her mouth to you.
Her fingers work in and out of you in time with her mouth, and she quickly slides a second one in alongside it. Your hands release her hair to move to your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers, still damp from her mouth on them. The feeling adds a layer to what she does with her tongue, everything is heightened now. Her eyes glance up at you, intensity within their crisp blue, and she groans at the sight of your hands on yourself. You feel the vibration of her sound against you as she’s working you over, and it’s hot in a way that you can’t put words to. Her eyes stay locked with yours as she increases the speed of her tongue, and you feel the traces of an orgasm approaching.
She adds a third finger and you feel yourself tighten against them, your control momentarily faltering as your hips grind into her face without asking. You try to freeze in place, hips twitching with the effort, her mouth on you too good to resist. She must pick up on your struggle, her hand that isn’t inside you finds its way to your hip, her eyes holding yours with intention as she moves your hip with her hand. She nods without stopping her tongue on you, giving you permission to grind into her. You groan and roll down onto her mouth, hips syncing with the rhythm of her fingers inside you. The feeling of her mouth on you as you sink down into her is incredible, the pressure in your stomach near bursting, increasing with each rock of your hips.
You feel your legs tremble as you breathe out, “Fuck, I’m going to come”.
Her eyes hold yours as you fall over the edge, your body suddenly electric, clenching down on her fingers as your orgasm overtakes you. Your back arches off the bed as your hips continue to move against her mouth, and she works you through it without losing tempo, giving you perfect sensation through wave after wave of pleasure.
Your hips eventually slow and your body releases tension, and she leaves one last kiss on your clit before pulling back. Her fingers continue to work slowly inside of you as she says, “That was beautiful, mami. What do you want next?”
“Come here,” you tell her, pulling her up over you, her fingers slipping out of you. You kiss her softly at first, tasting yourself on her lips. Groaning as you slide your tongue into her mouth, your fingers move into her hair. After a few moments, you pull back to murmur, “You, with fewer clothes, on top of me, please”.
She laughs and sits back to straddle you, pulling her sports bra over her head. Perfect, perky breasts spring free as she moves to slide on top of you again. Your hands reach for her chest, cupping her breasts as she holds herself over you. When you roll her nipples between your fingertips, she grinds down into you firmly, making a sound that has a note of impatience to it. Taking the hint, you release her breasts to slide your hands down her toned sides, moving past her hips to push her boxers down. She shimmies out of them, reaching for your leg and guiding it over her shoulder, straddling you. When she lowers her hips to yours, you reach down with one hand to slide your fingers between her folds, your eyes following your fingers. She moans as you rub slow circles on her.
“You’re beautiful here,” you murmur as your eyes flick up to hers, leaning up to catch her lips again in a kiss.
After a few seconds you use your fingers to spread her open, using your other hand on her hip to pull her downward. She follows your movements, positioning her hips to line up with yours, and you both moan into the kiss as your cores roll together for the first time. She’s slick against you, her soft folds putting the most lovely pressure on yours. All of your focus is on her, on the way your bodies work together, and the feeling of her clit grinding down into yours. The noises of the motel fade, all that you hear is the change in her breathing, little sounds that she makes, your wetness moving together. It’s exquisite, her sound turning you on further.
Your hands have traveled up her back as you grind together, and you lightly dig your nails into it on the way down as your hands continue to wander. She breaks from the kiss to throw her head back, moaning as the tempo of her hips accelerates. You make a mental note that she likes a bit of nails, wanting to hear her make that sound again before the night ends. With her head thrown back, body moving gorgeously over yours as she works her hips into you, you find yourself again struck by how stunning she is. Your eyes trace the column of her throat, her clavicles, her sternum, landing on her breasts moving in time to her movements. Moving without thought, your hands find their way to the sight before you, rolling her nipples between your fingers again. Her head snaps back down, eyes finding yours. Their blue is captivating in this context, deeper somehow now that her features have clouded over with lust.
Eyes locked on hers, you pinch her nipples in your fingers, testing, and she makes that noise again that tells you that she likes it rough here as well. You’re making a mental catalogue of all the things that make her tick, turned on by how responsive she is.
You’re taken away from logical thought as you feel your orgasm approaching, hands returning to her hips and nails digging in slightly, an attempt to signal that you want more. She takes the hint, putting more force behind her hips.
You cry out at the increased pressure, murmuring, “I’m close”.
“Me too,” she says, tension in her pretty features.
Urgency rises between you, hips pressing together frantically. You’re both so wet, gliding together with amazing friction, the sensation so deep that you feel it in your stomach. Your hips stutter as orgasm hits you, eyes holding hers as you fall into it. Seconds later she moans loudly as she joins you, her rhythm altered as it overtakes her. Your bodies pulse together, communicating through sounds of pleasure, fighting to keep the friction consistent between you.
You come down together slowly, your hips falling into a gentle pattern as she leans down to kiss you softly. Heart pounding in your chest, your adrenaline level decreases as her lips move against yours.
A sound comes from your throat when she pulls back from the kiss, “I want to do so much more with you. I have a strap at my apartment, it’s only a fifteen minute walk away. Any chance you’re up for a chilly stroll before doing more?”
She laughs and smirks, “That sounds really great mami, I can save us a walk though... Do you want me to give it to you?”
“Please” you breathe out at her, a slight whine to your tone.
She kisses you again before walking across the room to her bag, and your eyes follow her. She has a stunning dragon tattoo on her back that you hadn’t been able to see before, lovely hips that sit above a gorgeous ass. You can’t help but watch as she bends to look through her bag.
She returns with a harness and strap in one hand, lube and a small pink vibrator in the other. Stepping into the harness and putting the strap into the center hole, she slides the pink vibrator into an inner pocket of the fabric along her center. You hear a buzz as she turns the toy on, adjusting it, and you see it on her face when she positions the vibration where she needs it. She smooths a small bit of lube down the strap before climbing back onto the bed, and you put both legs over her shoulders as she climbs back on top of you.
Her eyes meet yours as you feel the strap’s tip at your entrance, and she waits for your nod before slowly advancing. You both moan as she bottoms out, eyes fixed on each other as she falls into rhythm. You feel her vibrator through the thin material of the harness when she grinds into you, slow, deliberate rolls that put pressure on your clit as she moves inside of you. She does this like someone who has experienced bottoming, moving into you perfectly to stimulate the outside of you. It’s a tricky balance to maintain, and she’s doing everything right.
Your hands find her hips, using them to arch up into her more firmly. The spot that she’s hitting inside of you is already sensitive from coming twice, it feels perfect having something inside of you when you’re this worked up. You can’t help the noises coming from you now, lost in the rhythm of her hips on yours.
“You take it so well, mami, look how desperate you are for it,” she murmurs at you.
“It’s so fucking good,” you say without thinking. You’re struck by her, how she’s working you over so well, and the perfectly dirty things that she says to you.
She’s fucking into you harder now, your body moving upwards with the force of it. Your hands move to your nipples, rolling them in your fingers, adding a layer to the sensations that she’s building in you. Her eyes fall to your chest, moaning, watching you. There’s something sexy about her looking at you like this, it hits you in your core.
Body tensing under hers, you feel yourself getting close again, pressure rising in your abdomen. Noticing this, her eyes tick back up to yours as she asks, “You gonna come on my strap, baby?”
You can only nod in response, and her hips somehow rail into you harder. She maintains that intentional roll that hits your clit, and moments later you crash into orgasm again. She fucks you through it, not relenting in her pace. It’s perfect, almost too much in a way that has you reeling. Your clit throbs as she pounds into you, intense sensation sparking through every part of you.
Your legs shake as you come back down, her hips slowing. She leans down to kiss you, and the change of angle makes you moan into her mouth. You feel insatiable, she’s given you so much but you still want more of her.
She pulls back from the kiss with a smirk, one hand on your shaking thigh. “Can your legs hold you up on all fours?” she asks with a laugh.
“Yes!” you laugh back, smacking her bicep lightly, post-orgasmic and giddy. “Please, I love it from behind,” you add, kissing her again.
She pulls back from the kiss at the same time that she slides the strap from your body, and you roll to your hands and knees. You grab a pillow and position yourself with your head down, ass up, legs apart. She groans and you feel her hands fan out on your ass, moving to your hips. You feel the strap at your entrance, only for a second before she thrusts it into you. Her hands grasp your hips as she fucks into you, your ass bouncing against her body with the force of it, and the distinct sound of skin hitting skin is loud in the otherwise quiet room.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” she says at the end of a breathy sound. She smacks your ass, smoothing over the skin afterwards. Crying out at the sting, your sound changes to a soft moan when she caresses back over the area. You look over your shoulder to watch her, finding her eyes on your ass as she fucks into you.
She’s hitting you at the best angle, each thrust digging in exactly where you need it, and you know you’ll come again quickly like this. Your fingers slide down into your folds and work quick circles on your clit in time with her movements , enjoying the visual over your shoulder, the building feeling inside of you rapidly rising.
A few thrusts later she looks up, sees where your fingers work and makes a noise, “Are you touching yourself, beautiful? God that’s hot, your little fingers on yourself while I fuck you.”
Your legs shake again, and you sense that you’re close. You roll back into her with more force, adding pressure to the incredible spot that she’s hitting inside of you. It feels like every nerve ending bursts as pleasure rolls over you, your hips fighting to maintain rhythm as orgasm surges over you. She clenches your hips hard enough to leave bruises and drills into you, the sight of you bringing her to her own orgasm almost instantly. You crash through it together, the room a chorus of hips slapping together and moans. It’s unfathomably good, time stopping as your bodies continue, thoughtless and consumed by it.
Gradually you come down together, your bodies in harmony as they calm. She comes to a slow inside of you, hands smoothing across your ass. She briefly leans down to kiss your back before standing, pulling the strap out and laying down beside you. Kissing you softly as you turn, her hands whisper into your hair, and you make a soft sound into the kiss.
“God, that was fantastic, I’m a little speechless,” you laugh when she pulls back.
She laughs in return, saying, “For me too, mami, you were so good for me”, kissing you again afterwards.
After a few minutes she moves back, lifting her hips off the bed to slide out of the harness, pulling you backwards into her arms when she’s done. Exhaustion hits you without warning, your body the best type of relaxed and worked over. Her breath is warm against the side of your face as you fall into murmured conversation, talking and flirting, enjoying the feelings that bubble up after amazing sex. Eventually, you find your eyelids fluttering closed, and you drift off to the sound of her voice.
