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A couple discusses their desires before coming together.
"I think we need some ice. I'll be right back." I reached for his hip and pulled on the fabric of his jeans. I didn't want him to go.
He didn't even hesitate as I listened to his footsteps round the front of the bed towards the door. I listened as he turned the door knob. It seemed to be abnormally loud as it closed behind him. I had no idea where the ice machine was, nor how long he would be gone. I had to concentrate incredibly hard to keep my breathing steady, and again my body began to shake.
I pulled at my wrists and ankles, not budging more than a few inches. I envisioned myself, tied down, legs spread, waiting for my man to come back and take advantage of every single part of me. I found myself biting my own lip because that was the only sensation I could give myself. I ached to be touched, I ached to feel anything, and the fact that he was not even in the room made me want it even more.
I tilted my hips towards the ceiling and could feel the blood rushing throughout my body. My skin seemed to be crawling over itself, and I was feeling like I was tingling from the inside out. I bit down harder on my lip as I heard the door key slide into the door. It was that simple sound that made me forget to fight the need to let my body shake, and so I let every single part of my body quiver as he walked over to the side of the bed.
He didn't say a word as he leaned onto the bed, placing an ice cube around my nipple. The arrival of something so cold upon my skin sent my body into overload, and even though I couldn't see, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I felt my body twitching everywhere as he trailed the ice cube to the center of my chest. It melted and formed a small puddle between my breasts. Slowly, he pressed it down my stomach, passed my belly button. It was melted completely before he reached my hips.
His hands didn't stop when the ice did. His finger tips traced along my hip bones, to the part where my skin dipped and changed to my thigh. I instinctively lifted my hips begging for more, and his voice broke the silence of the room.
"You're a little eager, aren't you? I think you know what that means, missy." I inhaled sharply as I realized what was going to happen next.
"I need to be punished, sir."
He lifted my thighs off of the bed and rocked my hips back, exposing my bare backside to the air of the hotel room. I could feel the water evaporating off of my skin as my spine curved and he ran his palm across the flesh of my ass. His touch was soft and careful, and suddenly it was gone. I held my breath as he slammed his hand down onto my ass, the sound of skin echoing through the room. It left a sting that just turned me on more. He lifted his hand and brought it down harder this time.
He ran his palm delicately over my what I assumed to be bright red skin.
"Is that enough, little miss?" The words filled my head and I loved every single bit of it.
"No, sir," I replied effortlessly and he brought his hand down on me again. Each time I exhaled quickly, enjoying the way his spanks made my body react. He let my hips fall and he pressed his naked body against mine. I wanted him. No, I physically needed him.
He pressed his mouth between my open thighs, taking my clit into his mouth. He wrapped his hands around my hips as my spine moved in ways I didn't realize was possible. I knew I could cum right then, in that moment if I wanted to. But I held back, wanting to cum while he was inside me. He buried his face between my thighs and I moaned his name as loud as I could, hoping the people in the rooms next to us knew who I was fucking tonight.
He lifted himself from between my thighs, kissed my lips and pulled away. He placed his hardness against my lips. As he straddled my shoulders he slid his cock in and out of my mouth, and I lifted my head so he could get deeper. I felt my hips reacting to his thickness and I wanted more. I moaned onto his hardness and he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.
"Yes sir, I need you to fuck me, please sir."
I felt the bed give way