The Next Step - Chapter Two free porn video
I never sleep well when I’m away from home, so it amazes me when I wake up the next day and can see sunlight coming through a gap in the curtains.
Considering the amount that I drank last night, I feel surprisingly refreshed and clear-headed as I slowly take in the details of my surroundings. There’s the warmth of your body, which is pressed tightly against my back. The strong arm wrapped around me, equally protective and possessive. The tell-tale musky smell of sex, still lingering in the air. The gentle sound of your breath and the heat that it creates as it lands on my neck. The tingling sensation deep inside me, reminding me that you’ve been there, that you found that special place and claimed it as your own.
I smile as I register the delicious, teasing hardness of your cock, nestled against my thighs, which are still damp. If I’m honest, I think I’ve been wet since I first laid eyes on you in the hotel bar yesterday evening. It’s not a surprise; everything about you turns me on and has done so since day one. There’s a magic about you that I cannot explain, no matter how hard I try. You have the power to turn me from a calm and collected woman into a lustful, dripping mess by using just a few simple words.
And you know that I fucking love it.
I can’t tell if you are awake yet, so I decide to find out by pushing my arse even closer to your groin. I feel your cock twitch as I wait for the answer.
“Good morning,” you murmur, sleepily, tightening your arm around me.
“Good morning,” I reply, stretching out my limbs as I speak. “Did you sleep well?”
“Not bad. You?”
“I slept great. And, I had this fabulous dream about meeting a sexy stranger in a bar and having mind-blowing sex with him.”
“Really? Sounds like quite a guy.”
“Oh, he was! Fucked me senseless and he had good taste in wine. I mean, I’m not sure I could ask for much more than that from a lover. Well, other than someone who likes – “
My words break off as you use your arm to turn me around so that I am facing you. Trailing your fingers up my side, you rest them under my chin as you lean in to kiss me.
I moan as your lips press against mine, almost crushing them. It’s a hungry, passionate kiss, full of intent and promise. As your hand moves up my face and into my hair, I push my breasts against your chest. I feel the hairs on your skin brushing against the sensitive, swollen tips of my nipples. Your tongue slips into my mouth and I cannot resist sucking it, ever-so-gently, desperate to taste you. I throw my leg over the top of yours, hooking it around and pulling you closer to me, inviting you to feel the heat between my thighs.
As we continue to kiss, it feels like time has stopped still. I am not sure whether it has been minutes or hours before we come up for air.
“Tell me what you want,” you say, looking into my eyes. “Don’t hold back. Tell me.”
I bite my lip whilst I contemplate this. I want you so badly, in every way possible, so to choose just one option seems impossibly hard. To help me decide, I focus all of my attention onto my body, tuning into my physically aroused state and listening to what it needs to experience most right now.
“I can do better than telling you,” I eventually say. “I’ll show you instead.”
Kissing you again, I push you onto your back and slowly climb on top of you. My hands are either side of your head; my knees are resting against your hips. My tits are hanging below me, emphasising their sheer size, but I am too turned on to feel self-conscious about that. Lowering my body, so that my nipples are just scraping against your chest and my pussy is hovering over your cock, I start brushing the side of your neck with my lips. As I begin to kiss and lick your skin, my hips gradually descend until I reach my target.
“Fuck,” you murmur as my wetness meets your hardness.
“All in good time,” I whisper, nipping your earlobe with my teeth.
You wrap your arms around my back, pulling me down so that our bodies are touching, even though I am still supporting myself with my arms. My tongue slips between your lips, exploring the warmth of your mouth at the same time as I rub my clit all over your dick, coating you in my juices. It feels amazing, like a series of electric shocks passing through me, each one pushing my levels of desire higher and higher.
Knowing what I need next, I lift up a little so that I can take hold of your cock, which feels rock solid as my fingers spread around it. I shuffle position until the entrance of my pussy is lined up with your magnificent erection, then very slowly begin to slide it inside me.
Even though we fucked last night, your size still takes some adjusting to, so I take my time to allow myself to stretch and yield enough to be able to take you. I know that the sight of this would turn you on, so I make sure that you get a good view as you start to disappear inside me, filling me up.
With most of your cock now buried inside my tight, wet hole, I sit up, straddling your hips as I begin to rock backwards and forwards. My gaze is fixed on you; my hands are in my hair. My boobs sway as I ride you, slowly but deliberately. Nothing else in the world matters as I grind against you, delighting in the way that our bodies fit each other so perfectly, as if they were designed with the sole purpose of pleasuring one another.
As I start to speed up, I lean forwards and rest my hands on your chest, fingers splayed, staring down into your incredible blue eyes, not saying a word. Nothing needs to be said right now; my body is telling you everything that you need to know and vice versa. The only sounds in the room are our breathing, which is getting heavier by the minute; the occasional moans and groans that escape as our passion continues to build; and the slick, wet sound of my pussy as it slides up and down your length, over and over again.
Proving yet again how well you know me, how well you can read my body and my needs, you slide your hand between us and play with my clit, giving me the extra stimulation that I need to push me over the edge.
Pulling me down towards your chest, your fingers still working their magic, we kiss again, frantically. I stay still, my boobs squashed against your chest, as you start to thrust from underneath, your free hand squeezing my arse cheeks and pushing me further onto you, impaling me on your cock.
With one fingertip firmly circling the spot where I need it most, you light the fuse that makes me explode. I reach my peak, cumming hard, noisily, messily. You don’t move for a moment, knowing that I want to enjoy that brief-but-out-of-this-world spell when I can feel my pussy clinching and contracting, rapidly tightening and releasing the vise-like grip it has on your cock. As my climax subsides, you resume thrusting, both hands on my bum, as your own orgasm begins to build.
Still collapsed on top of you, I kiss your neck, your shoulders, your mouth. The nearer you get, the more intense my mouth action becomes, nipping and grazing your skin with my teeth, only narrowly avoiding leaving bite marks on your chest.
As my lips return yours, I feel you tense up and moan loudly into my mouth, before you fire jets of hot, sticky cum into me.
I rest my head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat change as you get your breath back. As I gently pull myself off you, I feel our combined juices trickling out of me and dribbling onto you.
“So,” I say, snuggling against your side with my head on your shoulder. “Did I explain that properly? Did I show you enough?”
“I could never see enough of you,” you laugh, pulling me closer. “But yes, that will do for now.”
We cuddle like this for a while and then decide that it’s time to start getting up. You ask me if I would like to join you in the shower and I point out that we will never be ready by check-out time if we start indulging our bathroom fantasies now.
“Well, we’ll just have to save that for next time,” you say, matter-of-factly, as you make your way in that direction.
“Excuse me! Who said anything about there being a next time? Hmmm?” I ask, pretending to sound shocked.
“Trust me, there will be.”
“Ohhhh, is that a fact now? Someone sounds confident.”
“That’s because someone still has things left unticked on her wish-list,” you calmly reply as the bathroom door closes.
As I wait for you to shower, I get my clothes out and lay them on the bed, then check my phone messages. One of them grabs my attention as it contains some information that could prove useful, so I make a quick call, ensuring that I keep my voice down to avoid spoiling the surprise.
You emerge a few minutes later and I am instantly a lusty mess again.
You’ve got a fluffy, white bath towel wrapped around your waist and all I can think about is removing it. It reminds me of the many shower pictures you have teased and delighted me with previously, but this is the first time that I’ve actually been able to do something about it.
“You need to shower,” you tell me, correctly reading the adoring / horny look on my face.
“Maybe not right away,” I say as I start moving towards you, determined to get rid of the towel and enjoy what I already know is waiting for me underneath it.
“What does that mean?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest, knowing the effect that this pose has on me.
“Well,” I begin. “It turns out that I’m going to be home alone tonight. So… I’ve decided to hang on here until tomorrow, make it a proper break. I’ve checked with reception; they’ve been able to shuffle their bookings around and… it’s all sorted.”
You pause for a moment as you take in this information.
“Right. It’s just that I need to leave before midday. I have plans for later.”
“That’s okay,” I say, trying to make this seem less awkward than it feels. “I’m still going to hang around. It’s not an area I’ve been to before, so I might as well make the most of it. And I’m always going on about what a sheltered life I’ve led. I’ve never even stopped in a hotel by myself before, so this will be a first. Bit of an adventure, I guess.”
“I’d stay if I could.”
“Really, it’s not a problem. Let me grab a quick shower and then we can get some breakfast. Sound like a plan?”
As I stand under the hot water, relishing in how it feels as it touches my skin, I reason that it might not be the outcome I had been hoping for, but it could still be fun. There’s a shopping centre nearby that I quite fancy exploring, and the hotel restaurant has won some awards, so it's probably worth trying out later.
You’re already dressed when I exit the bathroom and are sitting on the bed, reading something on your phone. I start to get my clothes on and without turning around, I can tell that you’re watching me.
As I fasten my black lacy bra, I glance into the mirror and make eye contact with you from across the room. It’s an erotically charged moment; it reminds me of the times we’ve discussed fucking in front of a mirror.
If only we had more time, I think to myself.
“It’ll keep until next time,” you say, the amusement evident in your voice as you read my mind.
I shake my head, marvelling at how you always seem to know what I am thinking. “I’m not sure about that, you know. I mean, I suppose it’s been okay as a one-off, but I’m not exactly sure I would want to do it again…”
I have to bite my lip to stop myself laughing as I say this; we both know it’s not true.
I watch in the glass as you get up and walk towards me. Wrapping both of your arms around me from behind, you kiss my neck, your eyes never leaving mine. I continue to watch as one hand disappears into one of the lace-trimmed cups of my bra, searching out a nipple; the other hand slides into the waistband of the matching black knickers, intent on finding my clit.
My scantily clad body is fully exposed to you, illuminated by the harsh lighting around the desk.
I can tell from the look on your face that you like this.
“Ohhhh my…” I gasp, watching and feeling as you begin to arouse me with your fingers.
You gently sink your teeth into the soft, pale flesh at the top of my shoulder, at which point my knees begin to feel weak.
“Oh God, yes, just there… What? Why have you stopped?”
You pull your hands free from my underwear, unable to resist licking your fingers.
“That’s why there will be a next time,” you inform me, cheekily. “Now get dressed and let’s get some breakfast.”
I pause for a moment, wondering if you are just teasing me, but quickly realise that you’re being serious. Silently seething, I slip on the t-shirt and cardigan that I had selected earlier, but I have second thoughts about the jeans, fearing that there could be a tell-tale moisture mark on them with the state you have left me in. I rummage around in my bag for the denim skirt I brought as an afterthought, scrape my hair into a short ponytail and slip my pumps on.
We find our way down to the restaurant and make easy conversation as we wait for our food to arrive. I’m normally reluctant to eat around people that I don’t know well, but I feel completely at ease with you, and I have also worked up quite an appetite after our vigorous session this morning.
As we finish our coffee, I start to feel sad that we will be parting soon. I wonder if you know what I’m thinking and conclude that you probably do, you seem to have been spot on guessing what’s on my mind every other time.
You ask me what my plans are for the rest of the day and I mention about the shopping trip. When you ask if there’s anything in particular that I’ll be looking for, I mischievously suggest that I might treat myself to a new sex toy to keep me busy tonight. I’m not surprised when your reaction to that is, “Make sure you send me a picture.”
After making our way back to the room, you get your things together and then it’s time to say goodbye. We share a final kiss, hug tightly and then I quietly watch as you leave.
I sit on the bed and compose myself for a few minutes, reasoning that if this was a one-off, it could not have been better; it was everything I could’ve hoped for and so much more. I know that whether we meet up again or not, our online relationship will still be there, and that alone is a beautiful, magical thing that I would never take for granted.
It’s at that very moment that I hear a knock at the door.
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