Rye

Launi with flushed cheeks is my favorite version of her. She's been thinking dirty thoughts, the guilt and heat of them are written all over her face. And I can't wait to make them come true. I've turned up the music in my room, but we'll still have to be careful. The walls of this hotel are paper thin; I heard my neighbor brush his teeth only a minute ago. I want her desperately, but I want ever part of her to myself. I don't want to share one whimper or moan.

My hand is inching its way up her side as I take a step forward, urging her back and towards her bed. She grips my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. Kissing her makes me dizzy, my thoughts float in my head as her tongue brushes against mine, pulling away each time driving me wild as she teases me. I'll chase her. This girl does things to me I can't explain. It's always been that way. I've wanted her forever and now she's in my hands. I want her under me, her skin naked against my own.

"Launi," I warn, lifting her shirt and nudging her back another step. "I'm trying to go slow," I confess. What I want to do is throw her down on the bed and get inside her. I don't have patience for the foreplay I know she needs when my cock is aching.

"Don't go slow," she tells me. "Just do what you want," she says.

I pull back and look her in the eyes. She has no idea how much of a turn on those words are. As much as I'd like to listen to them, she isn't some groupie outside a show. I shake my head. "No," I say.

Luani takes a step away from me. She reaches down and tugs at the hem of her shirt before pulling it off and exposing her perfect tits in a lacy red bra. She's not playing fair. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Her gaze travels the length of my body, from my collar bone to the bulge I know she can't miss in my pants.

Outside our room someone slams a door, a small reminder we still must be careful. I press my finger to my lip, "Shhh." We don't move until the footsteps fade down the hallway.

She twists her hair and holds it off her neck. This room feels hot even with the AC pumping. I move to her, kissing the soft skin just below her ear. She tips her head, allowing me access and I run my tongue down her neck and along her shoulder. My fingers dust her waistband, gently dancing along her hot flesh. She pushes her hips forward, her breath escaping quickly as I begin to trace them up her stomach. Her fingers comb into my hair, holding my head near her as I lick my way across her chest. Finally, my hand and tongue find their destination, I cup her there, tugging the lace at the top of her bra cup down to expose her nipple. My tongue explores the delicate skin, swirling first before sucking it into my mouth.

Launi's knees get weak, and her hands hold tighter to me to stay upright. I make my way over to the other side, warming the trail there with my tongue and keeping my fingers working the now wet nipple I've just left. I glance up quickly and see her head tipped back and her eyes closed. Perfect. I suck harder this time, drawing her further in my mouth before releasing it. It's hard and wet from my attention.

With my tongue flat, I move to the space between, holding both in my hands and allowing me to move from one to the other quickly. I keep my mouth working only long enough for her breath to catch before I release and draw in the other. It might be teetering on edging, and that thought makes me want to spend a whole day getting her close to watch her face and listen to her breath as she gets lost in the intense feeling. There isn't time tonight, but it will be something I will imagine vividly on my nights alone.

My left hand stays firmly on her, tugging slightly, then soothing as I move my right to adjust myself. I undo my jean button and slide my zipper down, my heavy cock falling forward. While it is no longer pressing against the thick, stiff fabric, there is little relief.

I begin to trail my mouth down her body. I stop to kiss her skin and lick to taste her as I go. Her fingers pull at my hair, letting me know when she feels the best. In moments of intense pleasure, she pulls harder, and as I release her, she seems to come back to her senses and loosen her grip. It's instant feedback that is so innocently hot it should be in girl magazines on lists of how to drive a man wild.

I kneel before her and look up to her face as I drop my fingers to the hem of her skirt. She adjusts her stance, opening her legs slightly as I pull the fabric up around her hips. Her hands move to my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin as I grip her behind her thighs a pull her to my waiting tongue. She's covered in lace there, but I don't remove it just yet. I want to tease her more. She presses into me, and I can feel the shudder in the muscles of her legs. I squeeze my fingers tighter, pulling my arms apart to spread her more before me.

When my mouth moves aggressively over her, I'm rewarded with her fingers in my hair again, her other hand's nails digging into the skin at my shoulder and causing a rod of pleasure to shoot down my spine and right to my cock. I groan, closing my eyes and taking a second to regain my composure. When I open them again, I find her staring down at me, her eyes hazy and her lips slightly parted. Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing.

I'm losing my will to take it slow. Everything in my head and body is screaming to pull her to the ground and bury myself between her legs to put us both out of this sweet misery. Instead, I hook my fingers into the thin straps at the side of her hips, and tug her panties all the way to the ground. She steps one leg out, but before she can do the other, I use the motion of her leg lifting to capture her thigh and open her up to me, immediately taking her most sensitive spot into my hot mouth.

She cries out and I pull away and look up at her in warning. Her hand flies to her mouth to cover it and she keeps it there, her chest heaving in and out as she pleads with me to continue what I started. Happy to comply to her unspoken request, I slide my fingers from her thigh, along the pretty pink skin, hot from the blood flow and moist from her arousal. As my tongue flicks against her, I push two fingers gently inside her. Her body nearly buckles, but she catcher herself, her mouth wide open, breath stuck from the intense onslaught of sensations all at once. She is tight and wet around my fingers and my cock jumps with anticipation as I work her slowly, drawing them out, careful to curl forward and drag my fingertips along the inside wall with enough pressure to make her shake. I suck her into my mouth, this time pressing my fingers back, stretching her and stimulating the nerves along her opening.

The music from my room blares, but it sounds muffled from the blood rushing in my ears. She tastes good and feels amazing to my touch. I increase the pressure of my mouth against her, lapping up and down before sucking her in again. I feel her start to clench around me, her body very responsive to my work.

"Oh, God," she whispers, half scolding, half begging. "I..." she starts but doesn't finish because I move my fingers to press against the bumpy flesh inside her I know marks her g-spot. She trembles and nearly collapses on me. I continue as she climaxes hard. Her fingers pull my hair as I slow down to help her come down from her orgasm. As soon as I feel her go slack, drunk with lust and haze, satisfied and pliant, I stand up and wrap her legs around me, taking the final steps to her bed.

I don't bother to remove my pants entirely; I just push them low enough to let me move freely. Her hands fumble to help, but she's still reeling from the rush and her body lifts and falls as she tries to catch her breath and come back to this moment. I look her in the eyes as I take my cock in my hand. I want to make sure this is what she wants too. Her hand finds my ass and pulls me to her, speaking without words that she wants me inside.

I look between us, one of my favorite sights, the head of my cock at her entrance. I take a mental picture, then guide it back up to her sensitive clit and down again, barely entering before pulling back again. I know she's probably overstimulated now, and I want to wait for just the right moment. This method helps to move the moisture from her to me, my fingers helping to make sure I'm slick before I finally guide myself inside her.