“Guess for you to unwrap those gorgeous legs from my face and move your hot little ass to the bed.” I raised an eyebrow at her.
The grip of her thighs around me loosened, and I carefully placed her feet back on the floor, pulling her into a kiss once I had straightened up again. My hands were buried in her hair as my tongue swiped over hers. “See how good you taste?”
A choked moan was her answer. Running a hand down her back, I slapped her ass.
“C’mon, hop in bed. Want you on my face.”
The room was dimly lit, the bedside lamp casting a soft amber glow, painting her skin with gold and shadow. I didn’t like to bother housekeeping too much, so the bedsheets were rumpled from my previous two nights there, creased and warm with the imprint of my body still on the mattress.
Thankfully, I hadn’t brought enough clothes to make the place look like a disaster zone. Just the essentials. As I walked to the bed, I nudged a dirty T-shirt toward my suitcase with my foot. The low hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet with a steady drone.
Shoving the damp fabric of my jeans down my legs, I turned to face her. She was still wearing her dress, shoved up round her waist, and underwear as I let myself fall backwards onto the bed. The frame groaned slightly under my weight; I guess standard hotel beds weren’t quite built for my size.
My cock was rock-hard, heavy, and throbbing in my soaking briefs. There was no doubt that they would leave a wet patch on the bed.
Fuck it. I’d take care of that shit later. I stroked it with one hand over my briefs, raising an eyebrow playfully. She hesitated, still halfway between the door and the bed, her expression indecipherable.
“Darlin’, it’s too late to get cold feet now. I’ve had a taste of your delicious cunt. There’s no way I’m just gonna let you go now. You’re coming on my face at least once.”
Sierra chuckled softly. “Oh yeah? And what about that?” She jerked her chin in the direction of my dick, which was straining against the cotton.
“I’ll live. But there’s nothing stopping me from delivering a perfect ending to your night.”
“Fuck that, we’re both going to have our perfect ending.”
Whatever seemed to have been bothering her had slipped away, replaced by wild abandon. Within mere seconds, shestood stripped naked in front of me, and I almost choked on my own spit.
I had known she would be perfect, but this sight was beyond anything I could have imagined. A perfect hourglass figure, perky tits sitting high with the most suckable, rosy nipples, and that trimmed blonde hair above her pussy — perfection in human form.
A goddess,mygoddess, incarnate.
“Do you have any fucking idea how perfect you are?” Dropping my head back, I closed my eyes for a moment to compose myself before I would end things far too prematurely.
The mattress dipped under her weight as Sierra knelt over my lap, her skin still a little cool from our impromptu swim.
“Fuck!” I groaned as her bare pussy landed on my achingly throbbing length.
“That’s the idea, Hotshot. I’m glad you’re catching on, too.”
Sierra was grinding on me, her hips gyrating, and the blonde strands, now drying in waves, were still dripping water down on me every so often. Each drop was like a tiny surge of electricity, making me involuntarily buck my hips up.
“I’m not just catching on, Goddess. I’m the motherfucking playmaker.” With confident hands, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up my torso until her knees were on either side of my head, coaxing a sharp gasp. “You wanna come? Thentake a seat.”
Sierra hesitated, hovering over my face. I could smell her pussy, could see how soaking wet she was, and it drove me to the brink of madness, my self-control as thin as a dollar-store paper napkin.
I delivered a sharp slap to her ass. “Sit. Down.”
“But I — well, I’m not exactly tiny.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed. For once, my neck doesn’t hurt from having to look down. So?”
“So … I’m probably not as light as you think I am.”
I scoffed, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and dug my fingers into them.
“Don’t insult me, Darlin’. I can see this cunt weeping for me, so be a good girl andsit down.” My tone was sharp, but for a split second, I questioned if I’d miscalculated by speaking to her like this.
Then she spread her legs wide as her soaked pussy lowered suddenly onto my face. I groaned as every single one of my senses was consumed by her.
