The text said second floor, room 209. She tapped her foot impatiently as the lift doors crawled shut, then peered into the mirrored walls to check her appearance. She smoothed down her hair and dabbed her shiny face with a tissue. Examining her clothes, she frowned. Her jeans and T-shirt were decent enough but far from what she’d planned: the new sexy black dress and shiny black heels were still stuffed in her bag.
She slumped against the cold mirror, cursing the torrential rain that had caused motorway jams. It left her with no time to stop and change, no time to calm her nerves before seeing him again. Still, it could have been worse – could have been snow. She shuddered at the thought of another enforced postponement.
The lift jolted to an abrupt halt but at least the doors slid open with greater ease this time. Puffing out her cheeks, she stepped into the corridor. According to the white and gold sign on the facing wall, 209 was to the left. The softly-lit passageway seemed to stretch endlessly in front of her, the dark red geometric patterned carpet and cream walls identical to the last chain hotel she’d stayed in. Faceless, characterless, anonymous. The way it should be.
Fortunately, it was only a short walk to 209: the numbers simply indicated second floor, room nine. Standing at the door, heart thumping with the beat of a demented drummer, she was surprised at her nervousness. She paused and took deep breaths, trying to control the excitement that fizzed through her. It was pointless. She wanted to see him – correction, she was desperate to see him, and nothing could quell her fever.
Conjuring up an image of his face and recalling the warmth of their last embrace, she tapped three times. The door opened in an instant, his eager gaze meeting hers. She gasped, an awkward half-smile on her face, eyes wide. She’d longed for this moment, imagined it over and over while they were apart – how she’d throw herself into his arms and hold him tight. Yet, finally face to face, she couldn’t move.
“Sorry I’m late,” she muttered. Her gaze swept over his face: his warm smile, the blue eyes she adored. “Traffic.”
“I know,” he said. “I got your text.”
Her cheeks burned, growing hotter as she pictured her red face. Then he opened his arms.
“Oh sweetheart, come here.”
Dropping her bag, she melted into his embrace. Enveloped in his warmth, she quivered at the touch of soft lips on her skin and… oh, his scent. She breathed it in. How she’d missed this fragrance, so immediately familiar yet frustratingly elusive when trying to recall it, much like a dream that fades with the dawn.
“God, I love you,” she whispered, her lips touching his. She kissed him, deeply, opening her mouth to taste him and share the intimacy of his tongue inside her. Wondrous, after so many months apart. His lips were wet and his soft sighs spoke of pleasures to come. Tightening her grasp around him, she held him, exhaled… she was where she wanted to be.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he said, voicing the words in her head. He hugged her to his chest and kissed the hair on top of her head. “It’s been far too long; bloody Covid.”
“Way too long.”
Aware that she was still standing in the doorway, she reluctantly broke free and stooped for her bag. He held the door for her and watched as she tossed the bag onto a chair and began to strip. “There’s wine in there for later. And the dress I was going to wear.”
“Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry about that. Just keep stripping.” He grinned. “And wine is great… if you haven’t broken the bottle.”
Biting her lip, she grimaced. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
She tugged her t-shirt over her head and dropped it. “Nice room,” she said, looking around. The room was small but the bed was enormous. She flopped backward onto the mattress. “Ooh, soft.”
“It’s kingsize,” he said, “as we have all night.”
Her heart skipped. “All night? Do we?”
Smirking, he nodded. “I’m here ’till tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, my God, how did you… Actually, don’t tell me.” She sprang up and rushed at him, wrapping him in her arms before covering his face in tiny kisses. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
She kissed him again, each one rekindling a memory, a feeling, and stoking the excitement bubbling inside. Breathless, she stepped back and swiftly unzipped her jeans. She wriggled her hips, easing the tight-fitting denim down to her ankles, only then remembering her shoes – clumpy ones with double knotted laces.
“I see your striptease prowess hasn’t improved.”
Poking out her tongue, she sat on the floor and scraped off her shoes, still tied.
“Very ladylike.”
“I’ll ignore that.” She kicked off the jeans and, back on her feet, leaned against the wall in a seductive pose. “Well?” She shook her hair and posed again: tummy held in, tits jutting out. “Better?”
He eyed her, nodding slowly. A black thong barely covered her labia and sat so tight every contour showed through the silky fabric. Her half-cup bra provided a similar effect, suckable hard nipples showing dark within the black lace.
“Oh my…” He whistled through his teeth, a growing urge stirring in his pants. “The outer wrappings didn’t do justice to the goods within.”
She shifted her pose: chin up, one arm draped over her head. “So, you like?”
“Oh, yes, I like. I like you a lot. All of you.”
“Then you’d better strip,” she said, grinning. “Can’t fuck me with all your clothes still on. Well, you could, but—”
“Fuck? I think you mean make love.” His eyes twinkled as he fingered a shirt button.
“Make love, fuck… it’s all the same.”
“It most certainly is not.” He pointed an accusing finger at her sniggering face. “As well you know.”
Yes, she did. He always made love. Moving behind him, she slid a hand over his chest.
“I’ve missed this,” she murmured.
“Touching?”
“Yes.”
“Kissing?” he asked, lifting her hand to his lips. “And this?” He pressed her other hand against his hot growth.
“Definitely that.” She squeezed him and kissed his neck, breasts rubbing against his back. “Oh, come on… get naked.”
“I would if you’d let me.”
“Sorry.”
Laughing, she scampered onto the bed and rested against the pile of plump pillows. She watched him calmly undress, smiling as he folded each item of clothing and placed it neatly on a chair. Unclasping her bra, she whipped it off and sent it twirling across the room. “You’re too slow,” she said when he frowned at the flying underwear. Her thong came off next. It had served its purpose – helped achieve arousal – but now it was in the way. Naked, she pushed the duvet to one side and wriggled down the bed.
“Oh, God look at you.”
“Oh, God in a good way?” she asked.
He took a moment to admire her nakedness before replying. “Oh, yes. In a good way.” Staring at her graceful but lusty pose, he removed his boxers – the final item.
“Well?” she said. “Shall we?”
“Most definitely.” He clambered onto the bed and loomed above her. They kissed – a deep, open-mouth kiss that sealed their bond, reaffirmed their love. It may have been a year, but nothing had changed. “I love you,” he murmured.
Sighing, she drew him close. “I love you too.”
She gasped and clawed his back as his thick cock nosed her slit. She wanted him so badly… ached for him. She inhaled deeply and held the breath as he probed with a finger.
“You’re so wet.”
“Of course,” she said. “I’m always wet with you.”
She cringed at her cheesy reply but it was the truth. She’d missed him desperately throughout lockdown. They’d still got together but cyber-sex simply wasn’t enough. “I want… want…” Words failed her but her meaning was clear.
“Now? So soon?” he teased.
Leaning on one arm, he held his cock and guided it toward her raised mound. Gently, his adoring gaze rooted on the face beneath him, he eased the head of his solid erection between her moist pussy lips and paused, savouring the exquisite moment of penetration.
“Ooh… yes, oh yes… please.” Moaning, she gripped his biceps. She wanted to raise her hips and swallow his whole length. But she resisted, waited for him, content to let him lead: to make love to her.
“You’re gorgeous… you feel so good,” he said, planting both hands on the bed alongside her proud breasts and taking his weight on straight arms. Leaning down, he kissed her brow then the tip of her nose. “I’ve dreamed so many times about this, being with you again.”
“And me.” She lifted her chin and their lips fused at the very moment he inserted more of his pulsing shaft. They gasped, exchanging hot breaths in fiery response to the vibrant stimulation. Every nerve tingled; limbs twitched and stretched and clung to bodies that were ablaze.
She closed her eyes while he nestled cheek-to-cheek and kissed her neck. Drawing her feet up the bed, she let her knees fall east and west. Now open for her lover, one pelvic thrust filled her velvet sheath and she shivered in sheer delight – the waiting was over.
Thrusting and bucking, they settled into a rhythm. the large bed squeaking in harmony with his quick, powerful strokes. It all felt so divine – perfect. But there was a problem.
“Oh fuck,” he blurted into her ear.
She knew what he meant. His cock had expanded, become even harder: he was already on the verge of unloading. “Don’t hold back,” she said, panting. Hands on his buttocks, she pulled him urgently into her groin. “C’mon, I want it, give it to me, darling.”
He held his breath and pressed hard against her pelvis; his whole being, mind and body, seemed to be compressed into his cock. It was no longer just a small part of him, a few inches of excitable flesh, it was all of him. And, in that exhilarating moment, he wanted the impossible, to be sucked up her wet, welcoming tunnel and completely enter her body, becoming one with her.
He came with a shuddering almost violent thrust and she felt he’d driven her into the mattress. With eyes tightly closed, she clung on, welcomed his seed pumping into her and… oh yes… squirmed and squealed as he triggered her euphoric orgasm.
“Ooh.” Her thighs quivered and she struggled to breathe. “Oh, darling…”
Minds in a heavenly whirl, they managed a brief kiss before seeking oxygen. Breathing heavily, she straightened her legs, aware of her trembling, and gave him a gentle nudge.
“Sweetheart, I…” her words dried.
“Sorry,” he muttered, withdrawing his juice-coated penis and lying on his side, one arm across her belly.
“Sorry? What for?” She kissed him, pressed her body against his. “You’re wonderful.”
“I am?” He cupped her damp mound. “But it was so quick. I wanted it to last forever but… well, it was so good, so intense, I couldn’t— ”
“Shush.” She put a finger to his lips. “I came, too, you know. It was the same for me.” She kissed him again, lips parting. Her pulse raced and lusty fires still raged. “Anyway, we’re not done,” she said, stroking the hairs on his forearm. “But a short break might be good. Wine?” She rolled off the bed before he could answer. “Have you seen any glasses?”
“Bathroom. Sorry, they’re only plastic.”
“No matter.”
He relaxed on the bed, stretched his legs, and watched as she scurried around, popping in and out of the bathroom.
“Fine, see?” she said, retrieving the bottle from her bag. “No damage.” She poured two liberal measures, handed one to him, and squatted by his side. “Cheers! Uh, not much of a clink. Never mind, here’s to this being a far better year than twenty-twenty.”
“I’ll drink to that.” He took a gulp and stroked her thigh. “It’s better already.”
She sipped, then murmured, “Hmm,” as his hand eased between her silky-smooth thighs. Edging toward her apex, he sipped more wine and looked up into her expectant sparkling blues. Sitting back on her heels, she waited for his fingers to reach her seeping slit.
“Only gave it a quick wipe in the bathroom,” she said, obligingly parting her knees before placing her plastic glass on the bedside table.
“Nice… easier to find the right spot.” He curled his middle finger onto a sensitive patch. “Which is right there, if I’m not mistaken.”
“You’re not. Oh yes…that’s lovely.” She tossed her head back and rocked her hips in unison with his stroking digit.
“That’s good.” He loved watching her, seeing pleasure light up her face, the sensual way her lithe body shuddered with excitement. “Want to suck your tits,” he said, leaning to put his drink on the bedside table while finger-fucking with increasing pressure.
“Fuck yes, do it.” She knelt up, put a hand on the back of his head and gasped loudly at the first rasp of his tongue. He kissed both firm breasts, fondled them with his free hand, and sucked on the nearest rosy nipple. In moments, she moaned, seeped fresh juice over his stroking finger, and held his head to her heaving chest. “Oh, that’s lovely… Oh, darling,” she muttered while tiny shock waves spread through her loins.
When she eventually released the hold on his head, he slowly withdrew his finger and held it up. “Look… want a taste?”
She shook her head. “No, not this time.”
“Suit yourself.” He popped it into his mouth, sucked, and grinned.
“Glad you like it. But—” She wrapped fingers around his shaft. “This is what I want.”
“Oh goodness.” He slumped further back into the pillows as his cock disappeared into her mouth.
She set to work. She’d always been proud of her oral skills and, when he closed his eyes contentedly, she sucked and licked with relish. His now rigid flesh pulsed against her tongue and she salivated in response. And she didn’t ignore his balls, tickling and fondling his sac while stroking his sticky, pulsating shaft.
Murmuring his delight, he spontaneously rocked his hips, lightly running fingers along her spine. Suddenly, she stopped.
“I’ve gotta have this,” she said, urgently flipping a leg across his thighs. “It’s too good to waste.” Reaching down, she lifted his cock upright and squeezed it all the way into her juicy pussy.
With her hands on his chest, she encouraged him to clasp her hips and they quickly found a steady rhythm, up and down, her tits gently swaying. Eyes bright with love, they gazed at each other, lost in the moment of pure physical rapture. Nothing else mattered; this is what they’d missed and needed.
She came first, gasping and shaking her head, virtually breathless as she slumped forward. Seconds later, he gripped her shoulders and kissed her throat while thrusting fiercely and pumping into her squelching tunnel. He wrapped her in his arms, hot breath on her shoulder, holding her close. A perfect moment. Perfect peace.
They kissed briefly, not yet able to speak, before he helped her dismount. Flopping onto the crumpled sheet, she grinned at him. Her pussy throbbed and, better still, the man she loved lay panting by her side.
“Fucking Covid,” she repeated, stroking his arm.
“I know, and it’s still not over. But we have now, these few hours.”
“Few hours?” She chuckled playfully. “We have all night, darling.”
“We certainly do, sweetheart.”
He kissed her tenderly and she held him tight.
“So,” she said softly, “let’s live for the moment, you and me. Let’s make it last.”
