His flight arrived early, and, despite his nerves, he was starving. Thinking ahead, he knew he needed something . . . and the Mexican joint seemed that it would have to do. A margarita for his nerves, chips & guacamole for his stomach, and with any luck, a view of the game to make his watch keep from being stuck still.

As his finished his first drink and was dipping a chip, he felt a breeze against his neck. “I crave your guacamole,” she whispered in his ear as she nibbled his earlobe. He snapped his head around and saw her, picked her up as if she were a rag doll, and kissed her, passionately. Her flight, apparently, arrived early, as well.

It was minutes that passed before the bartender applauded.

“I’m guessing she’s not going to need anything to eat or drink,” he said, handing him the check, winking as he did so.

He paid and then they set off, hand-in-hand, for the hotel, which was adjacent to the terminal. Check in left them both nervous, and their lips found each other in empty elevator. He pressed her against the wall it was only when they heard a large “ahem,” with her legs wrapped around him, did they realize that they missed their floor and had taken the elevator back down to the lobby.

Finally, they made their way to the room.

They entered the room and he pushed her against the wall, forcing his mouth to hers, their tongues playing a game of tag. She wrapped her arms around him as his hands traveled down her sides, and when he reached her ass, he lifted her. He pinned her to the wall with his body as they continued their kiss. Minutes passed and he pulled his mouth away, gasping for breath, before attacking the nape of her neck with a barrage of nibbles & licks. Her legs wrapped around him, as her arms clung, tightly, around his upper body, her hands cradling his head as she moaned his name.

With a hand on each ass cheek, he lifted her and flung her to the bed, pouncing on top of her immediately. Their lips met again and he started to work unbuttoning her blouse.

And, like a lost revelation, the mystery of why women’s buttons are on the other side of the shirt suddenly made sense.

With the last button undone, his hands explored, hungrily. First, his fingertips traced along her side & over her ribs, finding that place between tickling and touching. And with each second that his fingers moved about, her lust grew.

His whole hand found & cupped her left breast, through her bra, and she bit his lip as he squeezed. Kneading the mound before him, he slid his leg between hers, and she held his right there, scissoring, applying pressure with her pelvis, and gasped.

Her fingers started to work unbuttoning his dress shirt, but when he pressed more of his weight against her, she simply played with his chest hair through the space between buttons, simply unable to do more.

His fingers traced her ribs toward her back and then unclasped her bra. She sighed at the release, and his hand reached up under the fabric, finding a nipple between his index and middle fingers. He squeezed and she bit his lip.

With both hands, his pressed down against her shoulders, pinning her to the bed as he placed all his weight, firmly, against her pelvis. Her hands flew to her side as she tried to hold her to him, unable to do so with his pinning her to the bed.

Arching his back, he kissed the nape of her neck, and then slid his body down, slowly, interchanging licks, kisses, and nibbles, making as much contact with her as possible. When he reached the valley of her breasts with his mouth, he stopped, and with each hand, pressed her breasts against his face. He kissed and resisted the urge to motorboat.

Her arms free, she reached out and held his head against her – and for a moment, he held his ear to her chest, listening to her heartbeat . . . a fast, steady drumbeat that, like everything else about her at this moment, spoke of her lust.

He lifted his head, and it traveled to her left breast. His right hand scooped the mound upward, and he licked his way up the underside, until he circled his way around her areola and then flitter-tongued her nipple as his other hand lightly pinched the twin.

Slowly, he increased the pressure applied by his fingers on her right nipple as he continued to tease her left, slowly twisting and pulling away, until her hands worked over his and he released, giving a playful nibble as he did so.

And then he slid further down her body, kissing her abdomen as he glided. His fingers worked the zipper at the side of her skirt, loosening it, and she shimmied as he slid her skirt down to her ankles.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful” he said, looking at her. With both hands, she started to slide her panties down, to leave herself fully open to him. And the wetness from her sex did its best to hold onto her underwear as she removed it. It wasn’t long before she was fully nude and her fingers swept over her body as she watched him unbutton his shirt.

He enjoyed putting on the show, taking time to undo each button, sliding the shirt apart as more skin became exposed. With his shirt unbuttoned, but still about his shoulders, he unfastened his belt, then the button of his fly, and then the zipper. In a single, calculated move, the shirt fell to the floor as he slid his pants down to his ankles. And for the second time, dressed only in boxer shorts that were doing nothing to hide the evidence of his lust, he pounced on the bed.

She expected him to go directly for her pussy. But he made a b-line for her mouth, kissing it with the same passion as when he first saw her. He cradled her body in his arms, and she turned on her side to meet him, keeping her legs parted, waiting for his fingers to wander, but they never did. He traced his fingertips down her side, over her ribs with the lightest of touches. Slowly, he worked his way closer to her sex, but he never reached for those lips.

His hand found an ass cheek, and he traced along, before tracing her spine and the kneading her behind the neck. She sighed at the release of tension. “Lie down,” he whispered in her ear, and she wasn’t exactly hesitant to follow the order.

He sat upon her ass and kneaded his fingers into her shoulders. Slowly, he probed, finding knots, untangling what he could, easing up when he encountered those spots where her gasps crossed the line between pleasure and pain. Her hands crossed under her head, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be touched, to be taken care of, for the first time in a long time. With subtle movements of her shoulders, she tried to get him to those spots that are perpetually sore.

After feeling that her shoulders were looser, if not, actually, relaxed, he kneaded down the line of her spine with both hands, before really digging into her lower back and then tracing all ten of his fingers up her spine, painfully lightly, each digit barely making contact with her skin. Goosebumps come upon her like a wave.

His fingers traveled to the back of her neck and then through her hair to the very top of her head, and then, slowly, he pressed his body against hers. He covered her exposed back with his warm body, pressing himself into her with all of his weight. His fingers found elbows and then he traced down her sides, trying to hug her without having his arms around her, and then he kissed.

The first kiss was little more than a peck to the little spot at the back of her neck. You know, that spot that, once it’s touched, time stands still.

A peck turned into a nibble, and then a kiss, with some licks thrown in. Her body pulsed under his weight, her hips gyrating into the mattress. Audible sighs started to escape every time she exhaled, and as his body started to gyrate alongside hers, his oral work on the back of her neck not abiding. She felt his growth at her lower back, every now & then feeling the warm head of his cock pop through the elastic, slick with precum.

Her fingers searched for his, and found them, and her ankles locked around his. She squeezed her body as he sucked the back of her neck as fireworks went off in her head and he pressed himself against her even harder.

And then she released him and he left some separation between their bodies, the sudden removal of his warm form shocking her. But, then he kissed and kissed and licked and kissed . . . all of the tight spots he had found while working her back, he found with his mouth. Slow licks were interchanged with kisses and playful nibbles and dotted themselves across her back, always heading down. And, when his chin reached that spot where back turns to butt, he stuck out his tongue and traced her spine with one long, impossibly-slow-traveling lick up her back. She got to her knees, spreading them, trying to open herself to him, but when he found the back of her neck, he kissed again, and she collapsed back to the bed, and he continued his oral barrage.

The second trip down, he stopped after each kiss, after each nibble, after each lick, exhaling allowing his warm breath to bring about goosebumps wherever his breath touched. Again, he worked his way down her back, meandering as he did so, his fingertips tracing where his mouth had just been.

When he reached the bottom of her spine, he exhaled once, shooting a shiver up her spine, and broke contact with her, for just a moment, pushing his boxers down and off.

Again, he licked up her spine, and, again, she came up to her knees — this time, he reached the back of her neck but his hands were in her hair, pulling it taut, preventing her from collapsing as he entered her from behind.

Slowly, he pushed himself in – though the need for caution was far gone – she, simply, couldn’t have been more wet, even if she were underwater. At last, when his hips pressed against her ass, he pulled tighter against her hair, forcing her upper body off of the bed as he kissed the back of her neck and explored her front, anew, with his hands.

Without withdrawing his cock, he pumped, slightly, into her, giving slow thrusts, reaching deep by just adjusting his body weight, moving his cock around, as much as he could, inside her. Ensuring that each movement left him deeper inside of her.

She moaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck me!” she screamed and he released her hair. Her hands dropped to the bed as his hands grabbed her hips. He pounded into her, as she received as if about to start crawling, his hands forcing her hips back to him with each thrust. Each time he went back, his cock nearly slipped out of her before he pounded back in. She started giving off little “yip yip” noises with each thrust, and he started sweating and giving a little grunt each time he forced her weight back against him.

Her arms collapsed under her as she buried her face in the pillow and screamed as he continued pounding.

As his own orgasm began to mount, he stopped forcing her hips against him, and started using his hands to spank the ass in front of him — as soon as he withdrew, a two-handed spank was delivered, and then his pelvis would smack her ass yet again.

Dozens of intervals turned to hundreds. Her ass slowly turned redder and redder, and then he went to grab her hips once again, but he was, simply, too sweaty, and his hand slipped, so he collapsed onto her, forcing her own pelvis to the bed as he blew his load into her.

They sat there, his weight on top of her, both of them a sweaty mess. He slid off of her body, tracing his fingers along her back as she held the mess of sheets to her, catching her breath.

And then he kissed the back of her neck again and she moaned right back.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked, amusement in his voice.

“I don’t know if I’d ever get enough of that” she responded, reaching to grab his hand, and then holding it across her chest.

For a few moments, they lay there, breathing heavily, but contentedly, and he resumed kissing her. And that hand against her chest found its way to her sex once again, and her breathing quickened. He sat up from their spooning and kissed his way down her side, and she adjusted her body, lying on her back.

He licked from her labia toward her hip, leaving her nearly giggling in a combination of pleasure & tickling. And then, like he did with her spine, he licked her clit. A long, painfully-slow lick, from the base of his tongue to the tip, keeping pressure against it all along. He took a second to grab a breath of air and licked again, from the base of her pussy to her clit, and repeated.

Time and time again, he did just this — lapping up a mixture of his seed and her juices until two fingers worked their way into her, pounding slowly, as he focused on her clit alone.

He’d dart his tongue, this way & that, as he pumped against her sex with his digits. His fingers, inside of her, would do a little “butterfly kick” as they’d separate and then find themselves back together before hooking to reach out for her g-spot before withdrawing.

He continued under her breathing was, once again, haggard. And then he took her clit between his lips and sucked it into his mouth, fluttering his tongue across it in a violent flurry, before releasing it, blowing out with cool breath, and repeating . . . all the while, pumping into her with his fingers.

When her pants became sighs that became less & less audible, he kept her clit in his mouth, pulling it away from her body with his lips as he sparred with it with his tongue. Her whole body convulsed to a near fetal position, and she held his sweaty head against her. When he sensed the true climax approaching, he thrust a third finger into her and pressed them into her, as hard as his arm would allow, as he just worked her clit like her orgasm was the only thing that mattered to him (which, to be truthful, at this moment, it was).

She gushed. And shuddered. And sighed. And cried out. For some time, she knew nirvana.

He released her clitoris with his lips, keeping pressure on it with his tongue, his fingers pressed into her. Every now & then, he’d give a little flick with his tongue, relishing how her whole body spasmed as he did so. These became fewer & fewer in frequency as her breathing, once again, turned to normal. When, finally, her body was relaxed, he slowly withdrew his fingers, and then broke the contact between her love button and his tongue.

A series of kisses up her body lead them face to face, and she kissed with a hunger, tasting the mixture of the two of them in his beard.

It was only then that she noticed that he had grown hard again and she licked her lips.

“I crave a white guacamole right now,” she giggled, kissing her way down his chest.

I’m not kidding when I say these are a graphic pics — not “disgusting” if you’re ok with male nudity, just I don’t want anybody accidentally stumbling upon them. I’m not especially proud, or ashamed of my body. I think nudity is taken way too seriously in our society (if we make it more commonplace, it won’t be such a big deal when a nipple slips). Click anywhere in this message to see me.