[M]idnight [F]un at a hotel. | 2016

About a year into our relationship we began to get more experimental. Communication became foreplay. We discussed our revised comfort zones and chose a date night. We rented a hotel room.

We had a light dinner and then went for drinks. I wore a tie. She looked incredible and classic: a black dress just long enough to conceal that her pantyhose were actually stockings. Heels. Her dark hair was put up elegantly. It begged to be taken down.

We walked back to the hotel. Halfway there I pushed her gently against the side of a building. We kissed. I looked around to see the street was empty. She kissed me again. My hand ran forcefully down her side and between her legs. She giggled and grabbed me by the hand. I let her drag me down the street. I pulled her close and we walked through the lobby, waving to the receptionist without a trace of subtlety or guilt.

We had whisky in the hotel room. I asked if she wanted some and she offered to pour for us. She opened the bottle, put it to her lips, grabbed me by the tie, and kissed me. She somehow neatly passed the liquor directly into my mouth. It was like shooting a kiss. She was misbehaving. It was fun.

I took the bottle back and botched returning the favor. We laughed at the mess we had made on our clothes. I blamed her and pushed her down on the bed, complaining that I couldn't wear wet things. I teased off my tie. She jumped up to help with my shirt. I scolded her for rushing, wrapped my arms around her as if to kiss her, and in a fit of inspiration tied her hands behind her back with the tie. She gasped in feigned shock. I laughed at her as I used my weight to send her back onto the bed. I removed my shirt and dropped it on the floor while she attempted to scold me and stand up.

I wrapped my arms around and accused her of misbehaving. She laughed and denied any such intent. I played idly with her dress, lifting it to reveal her thong and the top of her stockings. I complemented how she looked. She accused me of flattery and threatened to pin me on the bed. In return I lifted my hand away from her, and then brought it down on her ass. Hard.

She let out a gasp tinted with a slight moan; the sound drove me wild. She became silent. Suddenly I was in complete control. I told her she'd been terrible. I turned her around and bent her over the bed, sliding off her underwear over her heels. I pressed my weight on top of her and whispered into her ear, "Would you like to be punished." Her face flushed like magic. She nodded.

I massaged her from her shoulders and on down her back, proceeding to below where her dress had been hitched up. I could see how wet she had become when I massaged her ass. When she relaxed enough to let out a long sigh I immediately surprised her by swatting the other cheek. I began in earnest, switching from one side to the other as her breathing picked up. I became calm. Focused. Enthralled with her. I built into rapid yet firm place, reddening her cheeks until I finished with a few final hard swings. I slid my hands between her legs; she gasped and I felt that she was soaked. I groaned appreciatively.

I flipped her over onto her back. I asked her if she was ready. She lamented that she needed me. I grinned wickedly, took a pull from the bottle, and then began walking slowly to the bathroom. She uttered a complaint that lying on her arms was hurting her. I swiftly untied her. She laughed and reached out for me; I pinned her to the bed and ordered her not to move. She grew compliant again. I went to rinse out my mouth.

Upon returning we kissed again. We were hungry for it now, both of us. I kissed my away down her neck, nibbled her ear, ran my hands over her breasts and then pinned her shoulders to the bed. I kissed over her dress and to her waist. She began to squirm. I reminded her to stay still as I grabbed her leg. I kissed my way from her ankle to her thigh. She touched my hair and shifted herself forward, as if silently begging me to take her into my mouth. I forcefully put her hand back onto the bed and then started back at her ankle.

I reached her thigh again. She fidgeted and grasped at the blankets on the bed. I licked gently up the side of her labia, kissing her again as I switched to the other side. I gently placed my mouth over her entire hood, pulled her between my lips and tongue, and began to suck. She quivered. Releasing her, I slid my tongue inside of her, drinking her greedily as she moaned.

My left hand slid up her side and grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple as a began gently licking her hood. With my other hand, I opened her just enough to reveal her clit. I flicked my tongue onto it, careful not to overstimulate her. Her hips rocked forward, pressing herself into my mouth as I slid two fingers inside of her. I fucked her with my fingers, looking up into her eyes. Finally, after several minutes of this, I curled my fingers up to push down on her spot.

I massaged inside of her as my tongue picked up the pace. She began to make sounds in keeping with my rhythm, and when she moaned loud enough for me to worry about the neighbors I quit speeding up. I held that pace until my arm began to ache. She begged me not to stop. I continued, worrying that I wouldn't be able to finish her. Suddenly she convulsed, gasping shrilly as her thighs pressed in around my head. I held her close to my mouth with my free hand as I closed my lips on her clit and began to suck on it. My hand inside of her pushed down harder on her spot but slowed its rhythm. She came into my hand again. I continued until she shuddered and lay still.

Standing up I unbuckled my pants and stripped them off. She grabbed me by hand and pulled me on top of her. I didn't hesitate: she was so soaked I plunged myself into her in one motion. She cursed and moaned as she wrapped her legs around me and clawed at my back. She began trying to fuck me even though I was on top. I rolled over and put her on top. She yanked off her dress and began pivoting her hips. I asked if she could fuck me like a good girl.

She laughed, her hands running up her body and over her breasts. She stretched her arms up into the air, showing herself off as she began to bounce on top of me. I pivoted my hips to feel a better angle. We continued for several minutes. I told her to touch herself. She complained that if she came again she would have to stop before I finished. I told her I was already close. She began massaging her clit while on top of me. Her abs began to convulse. I sunk myself deep inside her as I felt myself explode. For a time nothing made sense.

She grinned. We were sweaty. She laid on top of me and we cuddled. We took a shower together. We slept in the second bed.