The Owl and Pussycat Went to Sea…and spent some time in a hotel room… 😉
Hard, he was still so hard, and he ached so badly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, catching his breath and trying to slow down, he couldn’t believe that he was able to maintain this level of intensity for as long as they had. He had lost count of how many times she had bubbled up to the heights of her pleasure before shivering down like a retreating tide, only to rush forward again, and each time he had responded with a pulsing want of his own, aroused by how much satisfaction he was able to help generate. His long legs were shaking with the effort, his toes digging into the hotel room carpet while he pulled in long, shuddering breaths.
Her hands reached for his hunched shoulders in the dark as she sat up and curled behind him. “Tom, you all right?”
“Yes, I just need a minute,” he replied. He was so close, but he was also aware of their frantic pace. He had been anticipating having the time for so long—it felt like months–and he simply didn’t want to waste a single moment of it. He loved to have sex with her, loved to feel her skin under his hands, loved the way she moaned and cried out, loved the musky wetness of her and the rocking, pounding dance of their joined bodies as they moved in tandem together. It was an almost primal frenzy, the instinctive lustful response they had for each other, and he sought it out with an uncontained hunger, but his heart was hammering so fast in his chest it hurt.
“Too much?” she remarked. “We can slow down a bit. Are you…?”
“I’m close, yes,” he nodded, running a hand through his damp hair.
She shifted around behind him on the bed, leaning back on the headboard. “Come here,” she urged gently. He glanced over at where she sat, legs spread, pale in dimness of the room. His cock jumped, making his already tight balls ache even harder. Sweet fuck, he had never thought he could feel like this!
He had never considered being able to match her in having orgasm after orgasm, but the stamina they were able to build between them was impressive. He wasn’t sure how many times he had climaxed already, but he was at the stage of needing something slower, gentler. He glanced down the length of his body to his erection, still stiff and aching.
He pushed off with his toes and palms, scooting backwards to her. She positioned his back against her, encouraging him to lay back as she cradled him to her. He sank down onto her sweat-cooled flesh, feeling her voluptuous breasts and thighs pillow around him as her fingers traced up his neck and through the waves of his hair. He sighed happily, relaxing like something washed ashore in a storm, long limbs streaming across the crumpled sheets. He could still smell the clean, misty scent of their passion between them and feel her hot core pressed to the small of his back.
Her hands dipped over his temples, pressing gently, continuing over his cheeks and jaw. She ran her fingertips there across in long, lazy strokes before caressing the sides of his neck and collarbone. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back, small noises escaping his throat. He forced his hands to stay still and limp by his sides, his legs loose.
“I want to watch you,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re so tall and hard as marble, love; I want to see you finish.” Her hands skittered down from his collarbone across his chest, seeking his nipples.
His cock jumped; he gasped as her fingertips grazed the nubs and sent electric sparks down to the root of him. They had discovered long ago how much he enjoyed this, and he let her play, the persistent stroking making every nerve hum with arousal. He tensed, fighting the rush and trying to prolong the experience. He kept his hands down, away from that hard ache, even as he arched his back, groaning.
Relentless as waves breaking on the rocks, it grabbed him at the base of his spine, pounding through his shivering legs and bucking hips, and he only had a moment to wrap one hand around the base and stroke upward, once, twice, before he burst in frothy pulses, tide pool puddles on the rocky surface of his body. He cried out as she rocked him, holding him, the wet volcanic heat of her still behind him, her arms and hair a garland of seaweed around him. He gulped air, shipwrecked, face flushed, as he welcomed the soft drunken afterglow, stars dancing behind his eyelids.
“Fuck, that is so…” she whispered, her voice husky, “You are just unreal, that’s how gorgeous you are, especially when you come.”
He nodded, clearing his throat. “Only with you,” he replied, looking up at her. “You get me there; you bring that out in me.”
“Oh, please,” she laughed, “you’re sexy all on your own, but thank you for the compliment.” She handed him a towel.
“I mean it.” He dabbed at the mess on his belly, carefully wiping it up.
“Well, you do the same for me. How many times–?”
“I lost count,” he grinned. “So let’s call it symbiotic, what we do for each other. I am so glad we were finally able to get away like this, though. Been far too long.” He sat up, swinging his legs over again and turning toward her. She drew her legs together as he moved away, leaning back on the pillows piled against the headboard. She looked like a mermaid, lips dark and eyes shining.
“I love you,” he said quietly and leaned over to kiss her cheeks, her forehead, and then, softly, her lips. “So much, I love you so very much.”
“I love you, too, Tom,” she answered, cupping his face with her small hand. She was still flushed and her hand trembled slightly. He took her hand, massaging it with a tenderness he often felt after they had sex.
“There’s room enough in the shower for us both,” he commented.
She gave a small laugh. “I doubt I can stand up yet.”
“Ah, well, I could draw you a bath, instead.”
“Mmm, that sounds wonderful!”
“A bath it is!” He stood up, stretching. “And then, sleep.” He yawned suddenly. “Sleep, won’t that be nice!”
“Uhm-hm,” she answered, already drowsy.
He chuckled. “‘The owl and the pussycat went to sea…’ “He recited, as he moved off to the bathroom.
She smiled and purred a quiet ‘meow’ to the dark, happy, before getting up to join him.
Slutty Yorick 