“You,” he breathed out huskily, “are so,” exhale again, “tight.” He managed while licking along the outside of my breast before bringing his eyes back to mine.
I went to answer his seductive eyes, but arched my back and bucked my hips against him when he turned his fingers and started massaging my G-spot.
“Oh my god,” I said, cumming all over his hand after only a few strokes to the spot my past two boyfriends could never find—nor did they consider looking for either.
“That’s fucking right, Ash,” he said breathlessly, “You’re so tight and wet,” he exhaled. “Please, tell me you’re not a virgin.” He chuckled.
“I think you can easily tell I haven’t fucked a guy in a…” My breath hitched when his thumb began making swirls over my clit. “Oh my god, I’m going to fucking come again.”
He smirked. “Like I said, all night.” He sucked my bottom lip as my body went into another spasm of glorious pleasure. “And I’m taking you up, Annie Position, on what I wanted to do to you since hearing that fucking name at the coffee shop.”
I closed my eyes, trying to ride this ecstasy of coming from this man’s perfect touch, my flesh responding to him as if he were some kind of a sex god.
“Your turn,” I said, grabbing the box of condoms that made it to the room with us.
I manipulated his body to lie on his back while I tore a condom out of the box. He pulled his hands up and clasped them behind his head. His confidence was about to be shaken.
“Roll it on,” he lifted his chin with a sultry grin.
After putting the condom on, my pussy aching for this massive cock to be in it, I slid myself down onto him. Mr. Confidence practically choked, eyes rolling back, and his hands instantly firm on my waist. When his eyes reopened, his hungry expression was almost dangerous.
“Holy hell. Fuck. God. Shit,” he pretty much chanted out every cuss word in his vocabulary while I slid myself up and down his length.
His hands came up to mine, and he intertwined his fingers with mine. “You like that?” I arched a brow at the sexy god at the mercy of my tight pussy.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he used that strength to flip me onto my back, my palms still pinned under his while he pumped harder and faster into me. “Tell me you can come with me like this,” he begged.
As soon as I reached for my clit, wanting to come with him, he pulled out of me. “No fucking way, that clit’s mine tonight. Turn your ass over,” he ordered, “you’re coming while I ride that G-spot, angel.”
He lined himself behind me and smoothed his hand over my lower back, “Arch that ass into me,” he said, and I did. “Fuck.” He exhaled.
“Yes,” I screeched when the sensitive part inside me felt his thickness spreading me apart while it massaged along my G-spot. “Oh…my….” I breathed and bit into the pillow as he ran his fingers over my clit, fucked my G-spot, and used his other hand to rub my nipple.
He started pumping himself deeper and thrusting harder into me. His dick practically felt like it was in my throat with how hard and long he was fucking me. His groans were raspy and breathless until he made a loud grunt of pleasure before his hands caught himself on each side of me, his hands balling the sheets up into his fists. He slowly moved in and out of me while kissing the back of my neck and over my shoulders.
He eventually pulled out and flipped me over. He gently caressed my breasts, kissing my arm while I caught my breath, still horny as fuck. I hoped he meant what he said by fucking all night because we hadn’t even begun to curb the pleasure that I hadn’t realized I’d neglected myself of in far too long.
“That was a lovely introduction to what we’ll be up doing for the rest of the night.” He confirmed my internal wishes.
“Oh?” I smiled over at him, his knuckles coming up to massage along my jaw. “What’s next on your agenda.”
“To fucking marry you so we can do this for the rest of my life.” He smiled.
“I heard the nervousness in your voice, asking if I was a virgin,” I teased.
He pursed his lips, “You didn’t feel like you’d ever been fucked.”
“That’s because it’s been too long,” I sighed.
“Then, I am about to take great pleasure in fucking that hot pussy back to life again.”
“You think you can handle it?” I giggled.
“It’s sort of what I do for a living,” he brushed his finger over my nose.
“Oh?” I looked around the grand room, “I didn’t realize a gigolo made this kind of money?”
He rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on, and then he walked in—literally with the fucking light of the moon peering into the room, spotlighting his perfect body and dick that I was still shocked I was able to take as easily as I did.
“Get your sweet ass in here, Angel,” he said, pulling me from the bed and throwing me over his shoulder. “Round two starts in the shower and I’m going to suck that dripping wet pussy dry.”
I met his mouth with urgency and excitement when we entered the large shower, “And I’m going to drink every last ounce of cum out of your hard cock.”
He pulled away with a glint of humor in his eyes. “Thank fucking God that you spilled that drink on me,” he said, soaping my body up, “and that fate did see to it we ended up just like this.”
I turned to him, more serious. “Don’t get too attached,” I smiled, “It’s just one night. We’re just strangers enjoying fucking and the fact that the universe made sure we wound up in this position,” I said.
He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. “If it’s just one night,” he said, “swear to me we don’t stop fucking until the sun comes up.”
“I’m down for that,” I added.
That’s when I spent the entire night in the arms of the man of my dreams, fucking all over that massive apartment hotel room, and wishing I had never snuck out when I heard him breathing deep in sleep by the time the sun peered through the curtains. As my Uber drove away from the luxurious hotel, I chewed on my nail, wondering if I should have left my number. I knew I was never going to have it that good ever again.
I glanced at the time. I was pressing my luck with the boarding time for my plane anyway. Shit. Well, fate did lead us together more than once, and I not only had the best sex in my life, but I strangely found myself being rescued by the man who seemed to keep popping up from out of nowhere on this crazy weekend in San Francisco.
Time to get my head straight again. I had to get home and get rejuvenated after this man worshipped my body all night long. For the first time in too long, I felt alive again, like anything was possible. I felt like pursuing my dreams of art more than ever before. I would go home and return to my paintings and sculpting as I did back when I was happy and wasn’t stuck in the grief of my mom’s death.
Sure, it was a one-night stand—but it was also more than that. Whether he meant the words he said or not, I felt beautiful again…like I was worth something again. There was something about this Mitch guy who called me his angel—or at least that was my fuck nickname for him throughout the night. There was something more than just getting fucked that woke me back up again. I’d been on autopilot this entire time since losing mom.