#erortica

I slip out of bed as you lay asleep and jump into a cold shower; I use the shower gel to drive away the films and residues of the deranged night we had together. I turn on the hot water and shave closely, leaving my skin as soft as ever it was.

I stealthily emerge from the bathroom but there you are, standing with your towel, ready for your turn. I towel off as I hear the water run down your body and splash off your beautiful, now soapy breasts and I hear you glide your hand across your ass and clean your thighs and what lies between.

The thought of you makes me blush, but this is no way to say goodbye. I pull on a crisp white shirt and drag black boxer shorts up my tired, still shaky legs.

The door unlatches. You smell of freshness and perfection and you glow in what must have been a hot stream of water. We gain each other’s eyes and we know what comes next.

You’re thrown onto the bed, giggling, soaking wet, I lift your legs into the air and my tongue circumnavigates your clit as two fingers glide into you. You know it’s not over. I know this shirt will either come off or be ruined. You know I’m going to eat your pussy until my tongue cramps. I know you’re going to drag me up to suck and lick the head of my cock and I know you’re going to stuff me inside you; I know that I’m going to pull out at the final moment just to see your shower work ruined, your tits and face streaked in my thick hot cum.

And I know I’m going to drag you back to the shower to cleanse you, to kiss you, to stroke your hair and to kneel in front of you, all but begging you to gush on me.

And then we’ll part from the shower, and we’ll spend a day or two trying to work out what was real and what was a hallucination.

As soon as the door closed, I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom.

“On your knees,” I instructed, and whilst she looked confused and surprised, she did what she was told.

I unbelted and unzipped my trousers and she, knowing exactly what was now expected of her, pulled down my underwear and began to suck me hard. As I stiffened, I asked her if she’d brought the toy; a noisy little clit sucker she had told me was worth its weight in gold.

She nodded, took out the toy and slipped it under her dress, holding it tight to her clit. As it buzzed and sucked at her clit, I took a handful of her hair tight in my hand and held her head completely still, and began to slowly but firmly fuck her beautiful mouth.

We hadn’t much time, and we both seemed to need the less gentle, more needful.

As she sucked and was sucked, I found myself unaccountably overtaken by the need to take this ‘use and be used’ to some higher level. I lifted her up by the hair, and, taking care to taste my precum on her beautiful tongue, moved her to the bed. She seemed to guess at what I wanted next; her face in the pillow, her back arched, she kept the toy on her clit as she felt my breath at her back, then my tongue, licking and probing at her ass.

We’re so brave on our phones, so certain that we’re going to fuck each other’s brains out, going to lick each other clean, going to empty every last drop and fuck every last hole.

When I see her, my heart stops beating for a moment. I don’t get hard or filled with obscene and invigorating thoughts of how her little cunt will soon be leaking my fresh spunk on my face, although it has, and it will again.

I just hope she likes my aftershave and how I’ve avoided garlic and that she doesn’t realise how long it’s been since that last heartbeat.

I want an assiduously clean, tidy, prim woman who can peel off the costume to embrace her highest desires for pleasure, whatever those are.

“I took to porn,” I tell her, matter-of-factly “because we hadn’t seen each other.”

She nodded.

“Porn is good,” she said.

“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “Porn just builds my jealousy.”

She turns to me, to show she is listening. The soft sheen of her hair and the dark of her eyes catch the colour of the muted hotel room light.

“I see a pretty girl being fucked, and my cock responds, and my hands are tight around my shaft, but my hand is not your soft hand.”

She nods, saying nothing.

“And I see him penetrate her, and I remember how it feels to slide inside you, all warm and wet and fucking glorious.”

“I am glorious inside,” she agrees.

“I find myself in a frenzy, trying to find your photo on my phone, trying to blot out the face of that girl on the screen. I find myself only able to finally…” I pause.

“Cum?” She offers.

“Yes. Cum. I can only cum looking at your face.”

“We’ll have to put an end to this,” she says.

“Christ, no!” I reply, and she laughs.

“You think of me when you’re stroking your cock to porn?”

“Yes.”

“And it frustrates you that I’m not there?”

“It does.”

“Excellent,” she says. “Keep watching. But for now, keep your eyes on me.”

She reaches out and takes my cock in her hand and gently, so gently, slowly and deliberately runs her fingers along my shaft to the head.

With her slender, delicate fingers she strokes a dot of glistening precum onto the glans and buffs the whole head.

“I want you to concentrate on the blonde girls,” she says.

“But you’re not blonde,” I say, thrilling to the touch of her silky nails on my skin.

“I know, silly. I want you to force yourself. I want you to beat yourself, rub yourself, pump yourself and struggle to get to that orgasm, and then, only at the last moment, text me and ask for my permission.”

“And if you’re busy?”

“Then you’ll wait. With your pathetic blonde onlyfans girls, unable to cum.”

“And if you’re not busy?”

I lie and stare at her beautiful face, her dark eyes, her deep red lipstick and I know that this private pleasure I have as I get myself off just looking at her can’t last long.

I can edge, and by god I do, remembering how she tastes, how she sucks and caresses my cock when we’re together, how thrilling it feels to slide my fingers inside her.

My hand now soaked in precum, I want her voice in my ear, but I really want her pussy on my tongue. All the things we dream of and fantasise about but are too timid or respectful or dignified to undertake when we are together.

I remember when she said she worried I would lose respect for her, the first time she let me coat her face in my load, and how I laughed, to reassure her that she looked beautiful carrying my sperm on her pretty face and she had fulfilled a fantasy of mine; I wonder now how she will feel when she finds out that, tonight, just looking at her, I accidentally gushed that hot cum into my own face, gathered it with my fingers and licked it off while fixated on the smirk on her lips.

Dignity is overrated, and you can’t put a price on the need I have to fuck her little mouth and glaze her perfect cheekbones again.