He was only in town for the night. I'd met him months before at a moon convention. I learned of his love of goddesses and thought it only to be a ploy to get the goods. I thought he didn't need it because, well, here I was in his hotel room.
I sat on the edge of the bed, hands on my knees. He stood facing the window, curtains drawn, sunlight shining on his caramel face, with a blunt hanging out of his mouth. He turned around, facing me, and held the blunt out for me to take. I stood, taking it from his hand, and continued walking towards the window. I stood in front of him and looked out. His arms found their way around my waist and I remembered the days we met. The walks in the park after the conference. Stolen moments under bridges, parade stands, street corners. I knew then that this would never be anything, not even sexual, but we were drawn to each other like nothing I can explain. We had no choice but to fall even though we knew the eventual outcome.
I sighed and relaxed into his grip. I rested my head back on his shoulder and blew smoke in the air. He grabbed my chin and angled my mouth to his. I remembered his lips. I remembered his kisses. Deep and passionate, like air itself. I pulled away, put the the blunt out on the window sill and threw my arms around him. I got a little carried away. Slammed us both against the wall, my hands pressed firmly against it over his head. On my tip toes, I rested my warmth on his pelvis. I lifted one thigh to his side and pushed deeper. He pushed away.
I took a few steps and just stood there staring at him. I waited for him to make the next move. He pushed against the wall and ripped down my shorts and panties. We continued kissing. He grabbed my ass. I jumped up and swung my legs around him. I could feel him pressed up against my wetness and I fought hard against his belt and zipper to free him. I took no time, made no precautions before allowing him inside of me. I banged against the walls with clinch fist as he took his time invading every corner and secret place I possessed. I clawed at his back and nibbled on his shoulders.
My legs kept slipping so he put me down. I began walking over to the bed. He pushes me over and my hands barely manage to catch the edge of the bed. He grabs my hips and pulls me towards him. I began to bounce my ass against his pelvis. He grabs the hair nearest the nape of my neck, hard. I arch my back and bit my bottom lip. I'm trying to keep my balance and hold on to this bed while he continues to find ways to enter me even more deeply than I could have imagined. I give up on maintaining any type of rhythm or control. I fall face first on the bed, arms stretched out to kingdom come pulling at the sheets. My knees buckle beneath me so bad I just fall to them. I try to sit back on my ankles. He trails gentle kisses across my back. He tries to get my to move my hips. I just lay there and play dead, I don't think I can take much more.
After much coaxing, he gets me to get up and lay across the bed. Here comes my favorite part. Ankles next to ears. He kisses me deeply before reentering me. We just stare at each other for a few seconds before he starts rolling in and out of me and I find the strength to raise my hips to match every stroke. I relax my legs over his shoulders and let the bed do the bouncing for me...
We lay across the bed, naked, basking in the last of the days sunlight. The sunlight reflect through the glass onto us like a prism. We were truly golden like the goddesses above.
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