Inspired
Every ounce of her attention was on the book she was reading. An erotic story, a guilty pleasure she treated herself to before bedtime while she waited for him to climb under the covers with her and spoon her to sleep. Most often she’d read mindlessly, the words barely registering while her eyes grew heavy and she thought about what she needed to accomplish the next day. Not this evening, though. Tonight she was fully engrossed in the tale of two lovers having a rendezvous in a hotel room.
This wasn’t a romantic, sugar coated story. This was raw and nasty and she was slightly embarrassed at how much it was turning her on, how her body was responding to the words on the page. She felt her nipples pucker beneath her thin nightshirt and an ache grow between her thighs as she read the words wet, throbbing, and thrusting. It was late and he would be exhausted, no doubt, but there was no way she was going to fall asleep until she was satisfied.
The story ended and she closed the book, placed it on her nightstand. She could hear he was still in the shower and while she waited she closed her eyes and imagined their own story playing out. Her hand crept up her belly to brush against her breasts. She settled deeper into the pillows, sighed, and let her fingers explore.
He smelled of fresh rain when he emerged from the bathroom. She inhaled and gazed at his wet, naked form. A bemused look on his face, his sleepy eyes assessed her: pink cheeks, parted lips, and an expression that said only one thing- I need you.
Bare feet padded across the carpeted floor and he was at her side, looking down at her, asking her what she wanted without speaking. She showed him by pulling the towel from his waist and spreading her legs, inviting him to climb between them. He did.
Her kiss was urgent, bordering on violent, and she assaulted his lips with hers, forcing them apart with her tongue as he hovered above her. Frantic with need, she adjusted her body, moving so that his knee was right at the apex of her thighs. He flexed the muscle in his leg when she started to writhe against him, using him as means to get herself off. She couldn’t help it; she needed the release.
He watched her exploit him purely for self-indulgence, moving her hips in circles, grinding herself against him. He could feel her, warm and wet, through her cotton panties and damn, it turned him on. Unbeknownst to her, he started stroking himself, rocking forward slightly, pressing his leg harder into her cunt. She moaned and moved faster.
The orgasm took over suddenly, her back bowing, body shaking, legs going taut. Before it could subside, he hooked his finger in her panties, moved them out of the way and slid inside. The full weight of his body on top of her, pinning her to the bed, he moved slowly in and out, feeling the rippling effects of her orgasm clench him over and over. His deep thrusts kept the pleasure circuiting throughout her body and her cries grew louder as the sensation radiated through her limbs. Strong hands brought her legs around his waist and he groaned as he went deeper, quietly grunting into the crook of her neck. His body pressing right against her swollen bud ensured the orgasm continued.
One last thrust and he was coming with her, body motionless as he pulsed inside her. They held each other tightly, frozen in sweet ecstasy, riding out the pleasure until it subsided. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breaths as they lay smiling and panting in a delicious tangle of sweaty limbs. They caressed each other and waited for the pounding in their chests to subside. Whispers of adoration and sweet kisses were exchanged before he turned out the light and cocooned them in blankets. Lazy with gratification, he positioned their bodies, his front snug against her back, his hand on her breast a gesture of love and possession.
They drifted off blissfully.
