Ravenous — Part One

Hotel Meets With My Lover

I met my lover at a hotel today.

We hadn’t seen each other in about a month because of his travels. We usually saw one another once a week.

Four weeks was too long to be apart. We were ravenous.

“God, I want you so badly,” he said as he eyed my breasts in the black tank top.

“I didn’t wear a bra,” I answered coyly.

He knew how badly I wanted him.

“Good,” as he pulled out each pale nipple and fastened his mouth on them. He pushed me backward on the bed with his tall, strong body.

“This is coming off.”

I made a little squeal of delight as he reached under my plump ass and pulled my black yoga pants off with one swoop.

“No undies, either!” I exclaimed.

“I want you naked,” he said.

“Perfect,” he breathed as he ran his hands uncontrollably over my soft skin. Up and down my pale body. Kissing my breasts and stomach and anywhere else he could reach.

This is everything I wanted in an affair. All the desire and passion I could handle.

He pushed me to the edge of the bed and crouched over my pussy while kneeling on the floor.

I was panting with anticipation. When was he going to lick me? Please, now. Please.

His mouth started licking and darting and making magic happen on my clit.

“Ohhhhh, mmm.” I was incoherent from his tongue.

He was humming and groaning on my pussy.

“You are so wet,” he said appreciatively.

“You make me crazy.”

He didn’t rush spending time between my legs. Patient when I was bucking my hips and thrashing, he held me down with one large hand firmly.

Finally, he lined up my pussy so he could enter me, but he wasn’t fully hard. It felt off. I could tell. He was 55 and not using Viagra. He needed some help.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Stop. Let me,” I commanded.

I pushed him on his back. He was six-foot tall and pure muscle, and I wrapped my mouth around his dick. He was still soft, and I was able to swallow all of it up to his pubic hair. Breathing him in and gently swirling my tongue around his head and running my mouth along the sides. I greedily sucked him. I wanted him hard. His dick started to grow in my mouth. I cupped his balls and started licking them, too. I knew he loved that.

“Yes,” he sighs, wrapping his hands in my hair. “God, I love your mouth.”

“I love your dick. It’s mutual.”

“Don’t stop,” he begged.

“Believe me, I’m not,” I said as I glanced up at his lidded eyes.

The good thing about having an affair is we know what turns each other on. No “what if’s” or “not now” crap. No, “I don’t feel like it’s.” We don’t play games with each other.

We want to be together at this moment more than anything else in our crazy lives. My husband rejected me year after year. His wife didn’t allow penetration. They both ignored our needs. They didn’t kiss or caress or linger. But we do.

We want to please and be pleased.

This is everything we desperately demanded.

I continued licking his dick until he moved.

“Nooo…don’t go,” I said as I reached out to taste the salty pre-cum on his tip.

“I can’t control myself with your mouth.”

“Then, don’t,” I said.

I swallowed his cum. I worried that he wouldn’t be able to fuck me, but I didn’t have to. He knew what I wanted. I knew what he needed. Him fucking me so hard that my ass shook as his body slammed against mine.

I had to feel my body reverberate with his desire.

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