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I gasp as his warm, rough tongue finds my slick clit and begins to work it. This is a man who knows how to pleasure a woman and he doesn’t mess around. He moves his tongue from side to side, lapping at my clit and pressing down on my most sensitive nerve endings. I writhe beneath him, and I tighten my thighs, bringing them together and holding Len’s head in place.
I move my hips in time with his tongue, enjoying the double movement sensation. I can feel my clit tingling deliciously, spreading pleasure outwards and up into my stomach. My pussy aches to be filled and it clenches as another wave of pleasure spreads through my body.
As I hurtle towards a climax, I grab his comforter in both hands, turning them into fists, twisting the cool fabric in my grip. My head goes back and my back arches as he hits the spot one more time and sends me headlong into an orgasm.
I close my eyes and let myself feel the tingling pleasure all the way through my body. My stomach contracts and my pussy tightens. Fireworks explode on my skin sending pleasurable little sparks rolling over me. I call out Len’s name as I hit the peak of my orgasm and then I’m silent, gasping for breath as I coast gently back down.
I get no reprieve. The second my muscles turn to jelly, and I lose the hold on Len I had with my thighs, he stands up, my legs falling to either side of him. He smirks at me, a look that is all sex. It’s such an intense look that I feel my already desperate pussy clench again.
I start to sit up, but Len has other ideas. He reaches down and takes hold of my knees and then he flips me onto my belly. I don’t resist him as he pulls me closer to him by my legs. When I can feel his skin against mine, I push myself up onto all fours.
I hear the rustle of fabric and I figure Len is taking his boxer shorts off. I try to see over my shoulder, but he’s standing just out of my line of sight. I’m eagerly awaiting his touch and the anticipation of it is making me crazy with desire.
When his touch finally comes, it comes in the form of a short, sharp slap across my ass cheeks. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before and I cry out, a mix of, not pain exactly, but surprised indignation and of course, pleasure. I’m not quite sure if I like it but I find myself wanting him to do it again all the same and he doesn’t disappoint.
Another sharp slap in the same spot leaves my skin hot and smarting but as the nerve endings register the slight stinging pain of the slap, they send pulses of pleasure through me, and I moan and press my ass backward towards Len.
He slaps me again and I cry out, a sound filled entirely with pleasure now not pain, and I feel myself teetering on the edge of another orgasm, something I would have said was impossible from being spanked.
I wait for the next slap, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Len plunges inside of me. There is no warning, no gentle pushing against my opening. He slams in hard and fast, and he fills me right to the top. I cry out again and Len begins to thrust in and out of me. My pussy is wet and slick and Len’s huge cock thrusting in and out of me feels absolutely amazing. With each thrust, his tip hits my g-spot on the way back in and that feeling along with the tingling in the skin of my ass sends me over the edge within moments.
I hurtle into an orgasm that seems to consume my full body. Of course, my clit feels it, and it’s pulsing with ecstasy, and my pussy tightens around Len’s cock as he moves inside of me. But it’s more than that. Every nerve in my whole body is thrumming, every bit of me is tingling and when I climax, I climax so hard that I lose consciousness for a second. It’s long enough for my elbows to give way and I find myself on my knees, my cheek on the bed.
Len doesn’t stop moving inside of me despite the state of me and I love that. I love that he knows I can take this even if my body has betrayed me in the worst possible way. When my orgasm has mostly faded away, I try to push myself back up onto my hands but the muscles in my arms are too weak to move and I stay on my face, but I pump my hips in time with Len’s thrusts. His hands are on my hips now, moving me harder and faster as he hurtles towards his own climax.
With one final, hard thrust that makes me scream out, Len climaxes. I feel him spurting inside of me, his cock releasing his pleasure along with his seed. His hands stay on my hips, and he holds me in place as he makes a low, growling sound in the back of his throat.
He holds me until his orgasm is done and then he slips out of me, and he flops down on his back beside me on the mattress. I pull my legs out from under me, staying on my front, my head turned to face Len. He is gasping and panting and it’s clear that he felt his own orgasm as strongly as I felt mine.
For a second, I almost regret the fact that I will never see Len again, but I remind myself that it was that knowledge that allowed me to fully let go and enjoy what Len had to offer.
I fold my arms beneath my face and sigh contentedly as I wait for Len to recover. I’m wondering if maybe we’re going to do that again and my pussy is aching for Len’s cock once more, but a glance at his face tells me it’s probably not going to happen. Len’s breathing has pretty much reached a normal pace again, but his eyes are already closing. He opens them again and turns his head slightly towards me and gives a sleepy smile and then his eyes close again. He’s clearly spent and even if I can keep him awake, I don’t think he’s going to have it in him to do that again right now.
He reaches across his body, his arm slow and sluggish. He picks my hand up and puts it on his flat stomach and covers it with his own. It’s an intimate gesture, something that would normally freak me out, but I tell myself it’s only my hand and it’s only for a little while. It’s not like he’s telling me he wants us to fall asleep in each other’s arms and wake up together every morning.
I lay beside Len waiting for his breathing to even out. It doesn’t take that long, and I’m soon confident that he’s asleep but I wait. I need him to be deeply asleep so I can get up and grab my stuff and get out of here without waking him up.
I jerk awake and look around wondering where the hell I am. I see Len beside me, and I remember. I check my watch wondering how long I’ve been asleep for. I’m shocked to see that it hasn’t been more than half an hour. I feel like I’ve been out for ages. Me falling asleep was never part of the plan but it passed the time quickly and Len must be in a deeper sleep by now.
I push myself up onto my knees and turn so I’m sitting up. He doesn’t stir. I take my hand off his stomach, pulling it out from underneath his hand. His hand slides down his side and onto the mattress beside him and he makes a half snoring sound, but he doesn’t wake up and I breathe a sigh of relief. Having a conversation at this point would just be awkward.
I scramble off the bed as quietly as I can and grab my panties and slip them on. I pull my dress over my head and pick my purse and shoes up. I creep to the door and open it. I look back once.
Len is still sound asleep and even laid there with his mouth slightly open he is still gorgeous. I’m wondering if I’m making a mistake sneaking away like this, but I know deep down inside of myself that the mistake would be me staying.
I slip out of the bedroom, then run down the corridor, down the stairs, and out of the front door. I wait till I’m out of sight of the house before I pull my cellphone out and call myself a cab.
As I wait for the cab, I can’t help but keep thinking of Len.
It’s hard not to when I can smell him on my skin and taste him on my lips. It doesn’t matter how much I like him though or how good he was in bed. I’m not looking for a relationship right now, not even a casual one. I got what I was looking for; good, no strings sex. I wonder if I should feel bad about sneaking away like this, but I think it’s for the best for both of us.
I hate the awkward, morning after conversation where we would both pretend we were going to see each other again, even though we both would know we really had no intentions of it. This way is just easier. Cleaner. More honest. And let’s face it, Len was looking for a hookup every bit as much as I was.
You don’t just ask someone at the cab line to come home with you if you’re looking for more than a one-night stand.
As wonderful as it was, it’s over, I told myself, but for some strange reason, I couldn’t help feeling slightly sad about it.
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