Part Two

I busy myself in the bathroom while William pays room service for our meals. My hair and make-up are a mess. I truly look, and smell, like sex.

I wipe the mascara smudges from under my eyes and take my disheveled hair out of my standard, work-day ponytail. It takes a few minutes to work the tangles out of my blond tresses.

William knocks on the bathroom door to let me know the coast is clear. I walk back into the room and head to my overnight bag to cover up with a long t-shirt. For some reason William has undressed. Again.

“It won’t be any fun to lick food off you if you have clothes on.” William gives my ass a smack before he hugs me from behind, moving my hair aside to nuzzle and kiss my neck and shoulder.

“Our food will get cold if you don’t stop kissing me like that,” I say. I turn around to allow him access to my lips. He obliges me with another soft, tender kiss. A kiss I feel all the way to my toes. My, God this man is a great kisser!

I pull away from him grudgingly, with a sigh. I ask William where he wants to eat: “Bed or table?”

“Bed, of course!”

We move our plates, cutlery and napkins to the middle of the bed. We place our drinks on one of the bedside tables and sit down gingerly, next to our meals.

We spend the next hour eating and talking. Naked. We talk about the weather, politics, gun control, books, movies. William shares his bacon cheeseburger with me, I share my shrimp with him. I “accidently” spill cocktail sauce on my breast. William is forced to clean it up with his tongue, poor guy.

It was after midnight by the time we finish eating and cleaning up the bed (fortunately there were no spills and very few crumbs to brush off). William uses to the bathroom while I climb into bed, curl up and pull the sheet up to my chin. I swear I only meant to close my eyes for a few seconds….

I wake up, hours later on my back. My legs are spread wide open. There is a head with gray and black, salt and pepper hair between my thighs. I can feel a tongue sliding up and down my slit. I try to pretend I am still asleep but a moan escapes from my throat.

The tongue stopps licking my pussy. The head makes its way to mine. William whispers, “I thought that might wake you up.”

I pull his face to mine and kiss him. He grabbs his turgid cock and aims it for my snatch. He slamms into me hard, again and again and again. I am shocked by the ferocity of his body slamming into mine. In a few seconds I was fucking him back, meeting his thrusts, harder and harder.

There is no tender kissing. We rutt like animals. As my first orgasm crashes down on me I close my eyes but William does not slow down.

William growls at me: “Don’t close your eyes.