Here is another one that I need to get out of my head.
“What?” she asked.
“What?” He responded.
“You’re staring at me,” she said.
She stood near the bed, bra in hand as she looked at him. He got more comfortable as he watched her. The fresh air in the room made her nipples firm, but not as hard as he knew they could get under his touch.
“I’m just looking,” he said.
“Pervert,” she said with a smile.
“Funny, that is not what you called me this morning when you rolled over against me.”
“This morning, I was not trying to get dressed to go to work.”
“You don’t have to go to work now,” he said.
“Funny man,” she said.
He watched her put her bra on with the skill of years of practice.
“That’s hardly professional,” he said with a smile.
She smiled back at him.
“I thought you needed something to think about while I was away.”
“Now you are teasing me.”
She walked over to her bureau and pulled out her panties, then slipped them on quickly. They matched the bra and were also not her usual attire.
“Keep it up, and you will be late,” he said.
He slipped out of bed. His cock began to rise as he looked at her. He reached for her, and she swatted his hand.
“Mike, I have to go to work.”
She slipped away. He picked up his phone.
“Olivia,” he said.
She turned, and he took a picture. Then a couple more as she stalked over to him. He tossed the phone onto the bed and caught her in his arms.
“Mike,” she said.
He kissed her. She dodged, then gave in, grudgingly before she pushed away.
“I. Have. To. Go. To. Work.”
By the time she got to the last word, he had his thumbs inside the legs of her panties where they stroked her rapidly swelling pussy lips. Olivia trembled as he leaned in to kiss her again.
“You play dirty,” she said as one of her hands wrapped gently around his cock.
“I am not playing,” he said.
Mike slipped a finger over her clit and pulled it up. Olivia moaned, then pulled harder on his cock.
“Be quick,” she said,
He pulled the gusset of her panties aside as he bent her over the edge of the bed. He lined his cock up with her, slicking the head up by stroking it over her clit a couple of times before he pushed it into her.
“Oh, fuck….yes, yes.”
Olivia pushed back against Mike, and he buried his cock into her, then started to pump in and out. She reached back, and he could feel her play with her clit as he filled her with each push. Olivia had a quick, sharp orgasm that squeezed his cock, briefly interrupting his rhythm for a moment before he pushed through the interruption. He drove in and out of her pussy, each time wetter than the last. Olivia moaned, then cried as another orgasm clenched his cock.
“Please, cum,” she panted.
Mike picked up the pace and pounded her into the mattress. Olivia’s hands were wrapped in the sheets as she held on, her noises muffled in their folds. Mike’s cock was a burning lance inside of her as she tried to cool it with each gush of her pussy juice.
“Cum, damn you, cum, hurry,” she said.
She knew Mike was not holding back on purpose, this time, but that did not mean she had the time to delay. She clamped down on his cock, knowing that the extra pressure would increase the friction on his cock. She was not disappointed. She could feel him swell a moment before she felt him cum. It squirted into her, each hot blast making her cry out until he was drained. Still, he continued to pump into her until she reached back and held him.
“Bastard. I am going to be late, you are going to be oozing out of me all day, and I love you. Now kiss me, get me a washcloth and hurry.
Mike kissed her awkwardly before he pulled out and walked to the bathroom to get her a washcloth as she asked. Olivia quickly cleaned up the immediate evidence of their sexual activity, then pulled her panties back into place. She rapidly pulled her dress over her head, and he zipped it up before he kissed her again.
“Come have lunch with me?” she asked.
“I will send you the address.”
She kissed him again and closed the hotel door behind her. Mike looked at the door, still feeling the sensations of her pussy on his cock, then turned to the shower, thinking about how he would spend the rest of his morning.