Fairmont Motel

Fairmont Motel

 

It was pouring rain that night when the woman turned the wheel of her car into the mud soaked parking lot of the run down motel. A half working neon sign blinked "vacancy," under another electric light that tried to spell out the words, "Fairmont Motel," without much success. She pushed the car into park by the dimly lit office and checked the glove compartment. The key to the trunk was there still, and the briefcase she was in charge of was still locked inside it. Clasping her wallet she straightened her tailored suit jacket and stepped out into the gloomy night.

The man behind the desk didn't even turn from his 13'' TV set when he heard the door open. It took the woman's insistent throat clearing to get his face to even slide to her direction. When he did catch a glance at her he shot to his feet. The woman was beautiful, despite her despicable mood and drenched appearance. About 5'8'', her form was long and lean, hidden by a black suit jacket, but with the rounded chest and full hips still noticeable as a powerful feminine presence.

"Well, yes ma'am, how can I help you?" he drawled coming forward, brushing the crumbs of his potato chips from the front of his dark blue t-shirt. He leaned against the front counter and looked her up and down, not even trying to hide his lingering on her breasts despite them being covered up by her button up dress shirt. "I'm sorry for the wait."

"I would like a room," she said dryly, regarding him much as one would regard an annoying gnat. "I will be here only one night."

"Well that's a shame," he said standing up straight, a leering smile on his lips. "But you are in luck, little lady. We have one room left. It has two queen size beds, HBO and the networks, and a few channels for the lonely, if you get my drift."

"Unfortunately, sir, I do."

The clerk seemed put out by her lack of interest in him, but shrugged it off and handed her a registration form, realizing that tonight was just not his night to get lucky. "$49.99 a night, single."

She whipped her hand over the registration form filling in only the most basic spaces as her other hand reached in her pocket and placed a $100 bill on the counter. The clerk had just turned to make change when the door opened again. This time it was a tall man, soaked through his trench coat and stomping his feet on the rug. The clerk looked up from the register as he was making change.

"Evening," he said gruffly.

"Hey," the man panted out of breath. "I'd like to get a room please."

"Sorry, buddy." He jerked a thumb to the woman at the counter. "She just got the last one."

"Are you serious?" he cried, shaking his head. "The roads are closed in both directions now."

This seemed to bring the woman back to the present. Spinning to the new visitor she narrowed her eyes, "What?"

"Yeah, both ways. I barely squeezed by the highway patrol and they said it was closed again another 15 miles up. I don't suppose there is another motel between here and there?"

"You're looking at it."

"That's what I was afraid of," he growled looking down at the floor with a sorrowful expression. The clerk shrugged a little and bobbed his head to the woman.

"She has a double room, she might be willing to share."

"Really?" he brightened.

The look the woman shot the clerk was as potent as any venom for a serpent. Taking a deep breath she did her best to put on a sympathetic face.

"I sympathize with your plight, sir, but I am in no mood for company tonight."

"Please," he smiled with charm, "its only one night. This is the only hotel available and we are both stuck here. So lets try and make the best of it."

"Why are you talking as if this is our problem?" she quipped, ignoring his charismatic demeanor. Inwardly she sighed to herself, if it was any other night than tonight, you might have a chance buddy, but this is not your lucky day. "I have booked the room, and I have paid for the room, and I don't have to share it with you."

"Fine," he said stepping forward to the counter. Turning smartly to the clerk he pulled out his wallet. "Whatever she paid for the room I will double it."

"What?" she cried.

"Hmm," the clerk nodded and walked closer. "Very interesting. Cash money?"

"All the way."

After a brief moments contemplation he slowly slid the registration form out from under her pen. "I'm sorry miss, I think we are all full tonight."

"Are you insane?" she spat. The clerk just smiled and shrugged jovially.

"What's a guy to do honey? Its just business."

The woman shook her head and pursed her lips, looking over the two men with a shake of the head. Whatever flash of attraction she had had to the handsome stranger, however small, when he entered, dissipated like warm water on a hot skillet.

"Fine," she hissed. "I will pay you triple."

"I'll make it four times."

"This is ridiculous," she snarled looking at the man beside her.

Nodding with a smile, he agreed. "Yes, it is."

"This can't go on all night."

"Sure it can, at least until one of us runs out of money, or you agree to let me stay with you, and I don't know about you, but I have plenty of cash to make this man happy."

A long tense silence filled the office. She had already stayed in here longer than she wanted to. The car couldn't be left unattended for so long.

"Fine fine, I will share with you. But be on your best behavior."

She clamped her hand down on the key and strode out.

A few minutes later the man came in the room with a tiny overnight bag, shutting the door behind him. The woman was across the way by the bed in the corner, tucking a briefcase under the bed frame. She looked up when he entered, but said nothing. There was a palpable air of anger seething in the room and there was no doubt who it was directed towards. He just nodded and set his things by the other bed.

"I really appreciate this," he smiled, trying to be kind. "It's a hell of a night for this to happen."

"On that you are correct," she said without looking up. She tossed her car keys and wallet on the ground beside her headboard.

The man shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the edge of the curtain rod to dry. "So, I guess we should introduce ourselves. I'm Tim."

He came over, his hand extended. She didn't turn an inch, instead busied herself with something preoccupying in her wallet.

"Romira," is all she said. Tim smiled hopefully and added, "Romira. That's a pretty name."

Silence fell across the room again and Tim who couldn't help but notice the hint, went back to his side of the space, with a sigh. After another few minutes of silence, and her tapping random buttons on her cell phone he couldn't stand it any more.

"Look," he said standing up, "I know I was prick earlier and I'm sorry. I tend to get a little out of control about things sometimes, but now we are here together, and we are stuck in this room pretty much, so maybe we could come to some kind of civility between us, just so we don't drive each other mad tonight."

Romira set her phone down on the bed and took a deep breath. It took a minute but she nodded and stood up to face him.

"Ok," she nodded, "ok. You're right. You were a prick."

In the silence that followed she tried not to let a grin cross her lips but ended up failing miserably. Tim burst out in ironic laughter when he saw the grin come out. She came around the bed and held her hand out.

"My name is Romira," she said again, this time with less reservation. Tim shook her hand strongly and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Romira."

"It has been ... interesting, meeting you, Tim."

The tension lifted slowly in the room and Tim kicked off his shoes and plopped on the tiny loveseat couch. He stretched his long legs out towards the little round dining table and set his heels along the edge. With a sigh he rolled his shoulders back. Romira was leaving someone a message on the phone, but her voice was hushed, and trying to give her some privacy he clicked on the TV and aimlessly wandered through the channels.

Romira was pretty at least, he thought. She hadn't taken her suit jacket off but he could see the outline of her shape in the suit, and her dark hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail behind her head, showing off her long neck, giving him at least a good view for the night.

The sound of the phone clicking shut told him it was time to pretend to watch some more TV.

"So, where are you headed, Romira?" he asked as she pulled a knapsack from the edge of the bed.

"Chicago."

"From?"

"L.A."

"Hmm," he said with a nod.

"How about you, Tim?"

"The same," he replied shifting his feet so that one was crossed over the other. "Except I'm coming from Reno, not L.A."

She nodded and slid her phone across the dresser and set up her phone charger next to it.

Tim clicked the remote once more to another absent minded reality show, then with a grimace turned away. "I hate reality TV, don't you?"

"Oh yes," she nodded, fiddling with the phone which didn't seem to want to go down on the charger. "My life is real enough with out using someone else's for kick."

This made Tim chortle as he kept the channels moving. "What is it that you do?"

Romira looked over at him and smiled. "I'm a courier," she said. "And you?"

"Real estate," he smiled. "Commercial properties for the corporation I work for."

"I knew it had to be something in sales," she said sarcastically. "With a smile like that you had to be selling something."

She stepped to the makeshift closet, unbuttoning her suit jacket while he rambled on.

"I have to keep in practice," he defended. "Back there in the lobby, I wasn't trying to be an ass, just do the hard sell. Sometimes its like you have to try and sell ice to the Eski-"

His voice dropped off suddenly as she slid her jacket from her shoulders and started to hang it up on the hanger on the rack. Tim's eyes settled half way down her torso where strapped to her side was a gun in a holster. Romira noticed his silence and continued her work, eventually getting to slipping the holster off her shoulder and folding it neatly in her hand. When she turned to Tim her face was calm, but his was very set and serious.

"Is there something we need to talk about?" he asked slowly.

"You aren't afraid of guns, are you?" she asked walking back to the bed on her side.

"No," he shook his head. "It's just that I don't like them very much, and I'm not very comfortable when they are around."

Romira slipped the holster and the gun under the pillow and looked Tim directly in the eye. "Then I can trust you not to touch this one."

"You can count on it."

That seemed to be all the validation she needed, and she very casually walked to the end of the bed, sat down and began to unbutton her boots, as if there was nothing unusual at all. Wiggling in his seat a little bit, Tim spoke up,

"What exactly is it that you are a courier for, Romira?"

With the coyest of smiles she looked over her shoulder at him. "You should know from the situation that I can't tell you that, Tim."

"That's what I figured," he growled.

With a clap on her thighs she stood up and walked to where he sat. "I don't know about you," she said with a flirtatious smile, "but I am hungry. I know there is a pizza place about two miles back, and if they are trapped, they might as well make us a pizza. Yes?"

Despite the weather conditions, the pizza parlor was more than happy to send a driver out with a medium pepperoni and mushrooms and two six packs of beer from the mini mart for the $200 they decided to offer. It would seem since the roads were closed both ways the only business they were getting was from those trapped with them and every little bit helped.

They dined in their squalid little room on pizza and beer, whiling away the hours taking about L.A. and Chicago, what Tim liked about real estate and Romira carefully dodging any questions about her line of work. By the time dinner was over and about one six pack of beer down between them, they were certainly more comfortable with each other than they had been earlier. Tim was sprawled out on the love seat and Romira had propped her self up on the floor by the foot of the bed mattress. An old horror movie was on TV and with the lights out and a slight intoxication befalling both of them, they were completely enraptured.

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder broke the silence making them both jump. They turned to each other and started to laugh.

"Whoa," Tim breathed with a smile, leaning over to peer out the window with two fingers. "Jesus, its really coming down out there."

"Yeah?" she asked with concern. Getting up she walked over to his place by the window and leaned over him, pushing the curtain back farther. "Shit," she muttered. "If this keeps up I will never make Chicago on time."

"You think?"

Tim meaning to just look up at her, stopped himself just short of planting his face firmly in her right breast. He held perfectly still, breath caught in his throat. Her shirt was clinging to her breasts, accentuating their full curves, tight and pulling down with their gravity.

"If the roads don't open then I will have a hell of a time trying to get there, that's for certain," she mused, still staring out at the bleak weather.

Romira was wearing some kind of floral scent that was filling his nostrils deliciously. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes unconsciously.

"Is your package perishable," he asked calmly.

"No," she shook her head. "But it is time sensitive."

With a sigh she pushed herself up and out of his reach, much to his disappointment. When she was about halfway up and noticed just where her bosom had been so perilously hanging and laughed nervously.

"Oh, sorry!" she gasped. "I didn't realize where I was."

"It quite alright," Tim smiled, readjusting himself in the couch. He looked at her for a moment longer than he should of, a smile that lasted a bit too long. Romira huffed and sat down on the bed. Pursing her lips she tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smile.

"Well it was bound to happen sometime," she muttered.

Tim narrowed his eyes defensively. "What was bound to happen?"

Romira sighed and crossed her legs, leaning back, her arms supporting her on the bed. "Sexual tension."

Tim laughed and shook his head. "Come on, Romira, we are both adults. I think we can restrain ourselves."

"I wasn't talking about restraint. I was just talking about the tension. Its normal that when two people, two attractive people I should say, are stuck together in a small space that the tension would arise."

"Well, I appreciate the compliment," he said tucking one leg up under him, "but I don't think you are giving me enough credit here. It was your breast that was thrust upon my face, not the other way around."

Romira snorted. "Like you weren't looking at them before."

"Give me a break," he cried. "Lady you are crazy. I haven't looked at your breasts this whole night."

The woman shifted slightly on the bed and gave him a wicked smile. "Then why do you have an erection?" she asked.

Tim blinked his eyes rapidly and started to shake his head, when he flashed a glance at his trousers and noticed more of a bulge than there should be. With a weary sigh he crossed his legs, turned away from her and rubbed his face slowly, staring blankly at the TV. As soon as she saw his reaction, she was sorry she had said what she did. She had only meant to tease him, not embarrass him.

After a long moment, she said, "I'm sorry."

"No, no," he waved his hand, still not looking at her. "You were right. I should be sorry. I forgot how compromising a situation this might be for a woman, being alone with a strange man."

Romira laughed and sat up a little. "Tim," she chuckled, "I'm the one with the gun."

Her statement brought only the slightest of grins to his face, but it was a saddened one. Taking a deep breath he nodded to himself more than her, and suddenly stood up.

"I should go."

"What?" she frowned. "Go where? Its pouring outside."

"To the car," he said gathering up his jacket and pulling a blanket off the bed. "I shouldn't have forced you into sharing. I didn't even think that this might not be ... right. I'm just going to go sleep in the car, and I'm going to leave my stuff here so I can shower in the morning."

Romira stood up and tried to make him see reason. "You cannot go sleep in your car. Its freezing."

"I'll be fine," he half smiled. "Just let me in when morning comes to shower, ok?"

"Tim, please."

"Good night, Romira," he said as he opened the door. "Have a good rest."

And then he was gone.

Romira stared at the door for a long time, trying to process what had just happened. How had that all happened so fast? She had offended him, embarrassed him, and now he was the one sleeping in the car. She plopped down on the bed and looked at the time. 9:47 pm. They hadn't even been in the room 3 hours and she had already run him off. Shaking her head, she stood up and headed for the shower. Nothing more to do than sleep.

It took a while in the car, but Tim finally found a comfortable spot in the back seat, though the armrest of the door was a pitiful pillow, and his legs were cramped in an angle surely no humans was meant to be for very long. Romira had been right; it was freezing, but the blanket took off some of the chill, enough for him to doze at least.

It had taken almost half an hour to stop thinking about what an ass he had been. Gun or not, a single woman forced to share a hotel room with a man she didn't know wasn't exactly kosher. It had seemed funny in the beginning, the lobby, the pizza and beer, but the truth was he was attracted to her, and it showed, not just in his body, but in his mannerisms and speech. And she was probably attracted to him; she had let her guard down a lot in the past 3 hours, but it didn't mean she wanted an advance, or a reminder that a six foot tall man she didn't know was sitting with an erection five feet away.

In the dark of the car, the pitiful lights of the hotel's one story walkway, shimmering a 60 watt light through a drenched windshield, he realized he should have just taken this option first. Eventually, despite the thunder, and the rain pounding over head, he fell into a light, but fitful sleep.

He wasn't sure when he heard footsteps approach the car. They were cautious steps, creeping up. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Whoever it was could see him, but with as slow as they were going he knew it had to be either a cop or a burglar. Trying to pretend to be asleep, he felt them stand by the window and peer inside, blocking out some of the light in the car. Long moments of silence passed, until he finally heard a sharp rapping on the window.

A cop. He knew it. Damn, he thought, a ticket after everything else. He decided to pretend he was asleep and ignore it. The knock came again. Screw it, he thought, just take the ticket and be done with it. Sitting up he stared at the outline and shook his head. Opening the door slightly, he stared in shock at the face of Romira, drenched and apologetic looking down at him, wearing her black pants and thin white tank top, head wrapped in towel from the room to keep off the rain.

"What are you doing here?" he said scooting closer. "You are getting soaked."

"I know, so let me in you uncultured jerk."

Tim seemed shocked but for some reason slid back to the other side and Romira slid in with him, giving the door a firm slam and exhaling loudly. She said nothing, seeming to be right at home in the back seat of the car. Without saying a word she dried her face and hands with the soaked towel as best she could and started to look around the car.

Tim watched her for a few minutes before he blurted, "What the hell are you doing out here?"

Romira reached for part of his blanket and tugged it towards her. "I think its ridiculous for you to sleep out here. I think you are doing it because I embarrassed you when I shouldn't have. I'm sorry about that, but if you won't come inside, then.... I'm just going to have to sleep out here."

The last bit of her statement was said with a sense of saddened resolution, but she wrapped herself up in the blanket anyway.

The shock of the moment held Tim still for a bit, then he realized what was happening. Romira tugged on the thin blanket roughly and chirped, "Come on, now blanket hog, share a little."

"No way!" he said with a scowl. "You get your ass back in that hotel room right now!"

The woman beside him took one look at his determined face and started to laugh with peals of real laughter.

"Are you trying to order me to do something?" she chuckled.

"Well," he stammered roughly, unwillingly feeling the warmth of her body radiate against him under the blanket, "yes, ... yes I am. Its ridiculous for both of us to be out here, so get back in there. I'm not freezing my ass off for nothing."

"But you are," she explained, turning to face him. With a small sigh she smiled at him. "Look, I can't make excuses for how I am. I'm too free with the way I talk sometimes, and I forget that other people don't see the humor in it that I do. I guess that's why I work alone. No one to offend."

The man shook his head when he looked at her, seeing the dark pools of her eyes shimmer in the reflected lights of the windows.

"You didn't offend me," he said softly. "You just pointed out something that I didn't want to notice. You are very beautiful, and I would be lying if I said that the thought didn't cross my mind that you and I ... that we might ...Jesus, you know what I'm trying to say."

"Yes," she nodded in the gloominess.

"Screw the fact that you have a gun with you," he laughed sadly. "It didn't mean you were thinking the same thing or that you would have ever thought it. Sometimes, I just assume too much."

"Maybe," she agreed, taking a slow breath. Silence fell between them again and he shook his head looking down at his lap.

Slowly one of her hands slipped from under the blanket and touched the side of his face. His face was cool and her hands were warm from the shower she had just taken. The change of temperature surprised him almost as much as her touch and his eyes raised quickly back to hers. With the lightest of smiles on her lips she said,

"You didn't stay around long enough to find out what I thought."

"I get carried away," he whispered, "when I get like that, and it takes a while to get my head screwed on straight again. I didn't want to start without knowing what you wanted. This just seemed like the best thing to do."

Romira kept her hand on his face looking into his eyes as if she almost didn't hear the words he had just said. Seemingly entranced her thumb moved slowly against his cheek, then down, every so lightly starting to trace his upper lip, then curving around to feel the fullness of the lower one. His breathing started to increase and when her digit had made the full circle he unconsciously kissed it. She shook her head almost imperceptibly and breathed, "You are so handsome."

The way she was looking at him was taking his breath away, and he couldn't find words for what he wanted to tell her, what he wanted to say. How much did he want her, unfathomable. Under the blanket his hand slid across and rested gently on her knee. Her lips curled into a smile when she felt his fingers touch her leg.

"Can I kiss you, Tim?" she asked, her fingers still cupped around his face.

"God, yes," he laughed softly.

She closed the distance between them with a move that made her look like she was gliding on air and suddenly her lips were pressed against his, firmly, warmly, not pressuring or pushing, just wanting to be close and hold tight to him. Long moments passed as she seemed content to adjust her kiss so that she sucked so slightly on the lips she had just caressed, until she finally pulled away and stared in his eyes.

"I have to go in the morning," she whispered softly.

"I know. So do I."

"I can't promise you anything."

"I wouldn't ask you to."

Slipping her hand behind his neck she ran her fingers back and forth in the back his hair. In a breathy whisper, she asked,

"Do you want to be with me?"

Without hesitation he answered strongly, "Yes, I do."

And she crushed her mouth down on his.

Romira's fingers dug into the back of his neck as she pulled him to her, her lips parting his, her tongue plunging inside his mouth and desperately tasting him. Tim's hands slid around her body and pulled her to him, her breasts compressed against the front of his chest, one of her thighs slipping between his. He moaned softly into her mouth when the front of her leg touched the growing pressure in his groin, and broke the kiss so he could ravenously kiss and taste the skin of her neck.

Her lips were close to his ear and she sucked an earlobe in, licking it up and down, making him growl against her skin. With her gasping, aroused voice she purred quietly,

"Everyday I deal with uncontrollable situations and volatile people. You would think all that I would want is silence. But right now, I want you to show me how carried away you can get."

As if it was the invitation he had been striving for a primal rumble started deep in his chest, his hands reaching up for her head and plunging in her hair. Grasping her head he tilted it back firmly and attacked the delicate skin of her throat with his mouth, sucking and kissing with a vehemence that made her pulse increase. His breathing was ragged as he purred the words, "I want you, I want you," over and over into her skin. His head was dipping lower on her chest , only to be confronted with the cloth barrier of her tank top. Moaning in dismay his hands cupped her breasts and massaged them firmly, making Romira fumble roughly for the door.

"Let's get you inside," she breathed almost falling out into the rain as the door sprung open. She scurried out of the car with Tim not far behind, a devilish smile on both their faces. They barely made it through the doorway before they were on each other again, the thrust of their bodies, slamming the door shut. Tim pinned her there, kissing her as deeply as he could, one hand roaming her body, sending shivers up and down her spine. Her hands worked slowly and teasingly unbuttoning his shirt, and finally tugging it out of the tailored slacks he wore. When her hands touched his bare chest and caressed him, his moan was animalistic in her mouth.

With a large step she helped him over to the bed, and pushed him down on it, looking down at his body, breathing rapid and light from arousal, the arousal she could see there tenting below his pants. He reached out for her and she crawled on top of him like a cat on the bed, kicking off her and his shoes as she went.

His arms wrapped around her as she let her lips walk seductively all over his chest, the warmth of his skin bring the aroma of his cologne full into her senses. He felt hot and fired, his skin was soft and dewy with desire, the salt twanged at her tongue as she found one nipple to suckle.

"Oh God, Romira," he growled, his hips involuntarily thrusting up against hers in his need to release this throbbing pressure. She knew it and felt it there. Moving over slightly to the other nipple her hand slithered its way down the front of his stomach, flitted across his abdomen and settled down on the burning heat of his cock, covering and cupping it with her hand.

"Yes, baby," he muttered, his hands stroking her hair over and over. "Stroke me please."

Her hand kept time with her tongue on his nipple, strumming a rhythm with her tongue and fingers, and it was driving him crazy.

"Romira, baby, I need to feel your skin. Please touch it. Stroke me with your hand."

The woman silenced him with two fingers delicately placed on his mouth. He immediately sucked them in as her other hand worked on undoing his slacks. Once they were unbound she sit up and crawled off the bed, hooking her hands in his pants and tugging them off.

There he was, his beautifully tanned skin, long tapering legs, full turgid cock. She took a long moment to drink him in with her eyes. He let her look for a minute then sat up and pulled her by her hips to him, steadying her in front of him, his face at her breasts. He looked up in her eyes as he rubbed his face against the cotton of her shirt, nipping at her breasts.

"I want you so much," he smiled. "I think you can tell."

"I can. It looks wonderful."

"You make it feel wonderful." He lifted her shirt off her head and stared lustily at her breasts, naked in front of him, their nipples jutting out. She cried out when he captured one in his mouth, sucking it through his lips, latching on like a man who couldn't get enough. Her fingers laced through his hair, pulling him fuller into her breast, hips rocking slowly from side to side in the motions that would indicate the pleasure to come. These motions weren't lost on her lover.

He slid one hand up the inside of her thigh gently, rising higher and higher, until finally it came to rest at the center of her moist heat. She sucked in a deep breath of air and he lovingly caressed her lips from outside her clothes.

Releasing her nipple he murmured up to her, "Do you like this?"

"Oh yes," she replied pushing back on his hand. He pressed his fingers upwards pressing the material between her wet lips.

"God, Tim," she sighed.

"Yes, baby?"

With heat in her eyes she looked down at him. "More," was all she said.

He wasted no time stripping the rest of her clothes off, helping her step out of them and stand naked before him. She looked down at him on his knees before her, his face inches from her pussy. Large, strong hands wrapped around the sides of her hips, pressing his nose to the soft hair on her mons and inhaling her scent deeply, causing her hands to go to his head and mesh in his hair once again. He purred softly in his throat.

"You smell so good, Romira. I can wait to taste you."

"Mmmm, please Tim. Do it, baby."

"Do what?" he teased, taking another long slow smell of her, his eyes flicked up wards to catch her soft moan.

"Lick me," she murmured, lost in her arousal.

"Lick you where, sugar?"

With glazed eyes she looked down at him and touched his lips again. "Lick my pussy, Tim."

He growled and sucked her lips into his mouth. "I love it when you talk like that. I will do anything for you when you talk like that."

"Then do it baby, lick my pussy, I want to cum for you."

"Oh god," he said as he pressed his face deep between her legs. Romira went weak in the knees as he slid his tongue all the way to the back of her pussy lips and slowly parted them licking forward, his tongue curved into a scoop, funneling all her juices to his waiting lips. His large hands reacted and grasped her thighs, holding her upright and she clutched his head feverishly. With one hand he lifted her right leg up so that she could rest it on his shoulder. She wantonly curled it around his back, giving her more stability, and doubly serving to shove his face deeper inside her wet lips.

Her cries flowed into slow, low moans as he dragged his tongue over every inch of her lips, lapping all the juices she had to offer him. He danced around her clit, trying to never touch it as he worked on her pussy, but occasionally he would inadvertently glance it, a technique that was slowly driving her crazy. She was balanced precariously between the floor and his face, and when his tongue dove deep in her pussy she screamed out and began rocking her self against his mouth.

"Oh God Tim, lick me, oh baby yes," she moaned as her body ground itself down onto his face. "Your tongue feels so good. My clit baby, lick my clit for me."

With a slow tortuous pull he drug his tongue up over her slit, pausing just before the clit and wiggling the tip there. Romira bucked her hips trying to get more, begging him to keep going. He held her right on the brink and reached up her thigh once more, carefully rubbing his two fingers against the wetness of her lips, feeling her heat and desire. Pressing his lips just below her clitoris, Tim purred a vibration along her pussy. Just as he thought, her legs started to buckle, and as she slipped down a bit he teased the tips of his fingers in her hole.

"Do it, baby. Put your fingers in me. I need to feel you inside me."

His cock dripped more precum on to the carpet at the sound of those words, and his response was to slip his fingers inside her like it was his member. She moaned and shook, now bouncing her self up and down on his hand and begging him to lick her more.

"My clit, honey, please lick it. I will cum if you do baby. Lick me there."

Romira continued talking to him, begging him, using everything she could think of to convince him to lick her so that she could release this divine torture between her legs. She rocked her pussy on his mouth trying to get him to the right spot, and in response Tim held it tantalizingly out of reach. Her orgasm was on the edge, her body shaking, thighs quivering. He knew she was close. Even now her moans were echoing in the room and delicious fluid poured down his face and chin as he brought her closer and closer.

"Oh baby please, please, please... right there, right there, so close honey, I'm so close. Pleeeeaseee ......."

Her last moan sent him over the edge and he pressed his tongue hard against her clitoris. Romira let out a long, loud, low moan and clutched his head, grinding her clit to his mouth. Tim began to suck it, cupping his tongue around it and with that set her off on a long shaking, burning orgasm. Clutching his face to her, she bucked against him roughly, calling his name and begging him not to stop.

At the sound of her begging he lost his control and clasped her ass to him, shoving his face in as far as it would go and rubbing it as fast as he could back and forth, spreading her juices all over his face, immersing himself in the flood of her pussy. Romira nearly collapsed to the ground as her orgasm went on and on, just being prolonged by his mouth and tongue, and his sheer enthusiasm. Finally with one final scream of pleasure she pushed his head away and collapsed on the bed.

Tim took a deep breath and steadied himself. His cock was throbbing painfully now and his desire was almost to the point of no control, but he was more than happy about what had just happened. Twisting around he looked over at Romira on the bed, splayed out on the covers, legs apart with luxurious abandon, one knee propped up, her breasts heaving from exertion, arms thrown beautifully behind her head. He could see the wonderful pussy he has just left, open, wet, shining with the pleasure she had just experienced. Tim crawled up her body, kissing her trembling thighs and stomach, finally coming to rest next to her and bundled her up in his arms. Romira snuggled herself into him wrapping her legs around him. She looked up into his eyes, smiled once, then kissed him passionately, searching his mouth, licking his cheeks, tasting herself.

"Thank you," she purred, licking one of his cheeks slowly, clearing it of her fluids, savoring the taste of her and him mingled. Sliding his arms around her and nuzzling the top of her chest, he replied,

"Mmmmm, you're welcome honey. You are so unbelievable. It makes me so hot to feel you like that."

"Does it?" Her legs tightened and she pulled herself on top of him, sliding her long legs against his warm thighs, wiggling her hips until she could nestle her wet lips around the heat of his throbbing member. Romira's hair was dangling down in his face and he could smell the wonderful scent of her shampoo.

Things were much calmer now, the initial fever of the moment passing. Her passions had been calmed and his were being addressed; they were languishing in a soft mist of bliss and desire. Her voice was sultry when she purred over his skin, happily teasing and kissing his chest. It was wonderful when she found his hard nipple and sucked it into her mouth. Tim moaned under her, pressing his head back into the mattress. She noticed his pleasure and kept going, her hips moving sensually back and forth over his, her wetness drenching his member, making her moan every time it slid roughly against her clitoris. After a few moments of ministering to his body, she pressed her palms to his shoulders and sat up. When she raised her body the pressure on his cock was too great and he moaned, straining his hips up.

"God, baby, you feel so good," he said with a smile on his lips. "I haven't felt so good in so long."

"Mmmm," was all she said as she slowly slid herself up and down his shaft, feeing the softness of his testicles tease at the back of her lips. He was moaning and licking his lips when she looked down at his face. With a soft sound, she lifted off of him and slipped down his body and snuggled herself between his legs. She went immediately to his thighs and lovingly licked his balmy skin. Her damp hair fell in a cloud over his burning cock, and when he looked down all he saw was heaven.

The heat of his skin was delicious to her, and she couldn't stop tasting him over and over, loving how he got saltier on her tongue the closer she got to his center. His moans made her want this to go on forever as she carefully avoided his testicles and slipped to attach her lips to the other thigh. Without thought his hands slid softly into her hair and caressed the back of her head. The feel of his hands was too much to keep her resistance up and with one swift move she descended on his balls.

"Yesssss," he hissed though a gasping mouth. Her tongue lapped and licked at each one, dancing in circles over the warm skin. They were hot on her lips, his desire evident from the way they strained and pulled up. With wet lips she cupped them in her mouth and gently tugged them downward.

"Oh, Romira, baby. God honey yes," he moaned, holding her head to him. A wet tongue snaked from the bottom of her mouth and licked the sensitive skin right behind his balls. He crushed her to him as she did that, moaning her name and writhing on the bed. Romira loved how vocal he was and need to hear more. She slipped back up and took her lips off of him just long enough for her to slide him deliciously in her mouth.

The room went silent at the first initial impact of her mouth engulfing his cock, but she worked her lips down around it until it was buried half way in her mouth, her warm hand grasping the other half. Like a rhythmic snake her tongue caressed and undulated up and down his hardness until finally a strangled moan slipped from his throat, sound something like her name.

"Romira, baby, your mouth........ Oh suck me baby, please, I need you so bad."

Her work began in earnest now, slipping her mouth up and down, wet, warm saliva dripping down his cock, her moans of pleasure sending vibrations down his cock and feeding his burning fire. Romira rocked her hips on the bed, releasing the pent up arousal she felt between her thighs. The taste of his pre- cum was driving her mad, and he was leaking so much. With one hand she cupped his balls and massaged them, squeezing in time to the bob of her head down, and up, and down, and up.

Tim couldn't believe the sensations on his cock. Her tongue was so wet and hot, the suction was pulling his balls straight up he knew it; she was so tight it almost bordered on pain, but it was divine torture and it was making his crazy with lust. Growling in his chest he reached for her head again. This time with both hands and held her head still while he pumped for her. The pressure and the warmth were getting to him and that hand of hers on his balls was coaxing his cum up the shaft. He was going to warn her in case she wasn't ready, but suddenly his body convulsed and his orgasm ripped through him.

"Oh Jesus, God, I'm cumming, oh fuck, Romiraaaaaaaaaaaa."

He bounced them both off the bed with the force, but she keep on, pulling and sucking his orgasm from him. Tim rolled back and forth on the bed as his body felt like it was pouring from his cock, back arched, buttocks tight, and Romira clamped onto his spasming cock, pulling every ounce from him, and swallowing it down inside herself.

Very gently she kept sucking, as gently as she could rubbing his turgid body, helping him come down from where he was. Her mouth was softer now on him, but still moving. As he began to relax, she realized his cock wasn't softening, so she continued to give it loving attention, slipping her hands up to interlace with his fingers. He responded by tightening his hands briefly, as much to show her he was alright, as to say thank you.

Long minutes ticked by until she felt his hands on her shoulders this time, urging her up and off his cock. She let go reluctantly but smiled when she looked in his eyes. A fire burned there, a warm and lustful fire. He rolled her over and placed his body on top of hers, rocking himself between her legs. She spread her thighs wider and made room for him, moaning softly as he dipped his head to her chest and suckled a nipple.

"I want you," he murmured on her skin.

"I want you, too," she responded, rubbing his hair. Now it was not frenzied, not rushed. Passion was simmering and ready to boil between the two of them. He lifted his eyes to hers and smiled as he dropped his head to her lips.

"I love the rain," he breathed as he captured her mouth with his. Their tongues slipped into a sultry dance with no competition, no pressure, just pleasure over and over. She rocked her hips up to make things easier, and with a gentle shift of his own he slid his hardness deep inside her.

They both moaned as he did that, her pussy stretching to fill him, his cock, still sensitive from her wonderful care. He buried his face in her neck and lapped at her skin.

"God, Romira, you feel so good. How can you feel so good?"

"Mmmmm," she purred against him, her hands slipping down to his ass and pulling him in deeper on the next stroke. "Oh, Tim, I needed you so bad. I can't believe you're inside me."

Her breaths were like pants, gasps of pleasure as the moved against each other. Every stroke brought now sensations, new pleasures. He would pull back almost until his member was completely out and then plunge himself back inside, taking her breath away. She was so wet and so delicious feeling he knew he wouldn't last too long like this. He slipped his hands under her back, and started to pull her up. Tucking his knees under himself her watched her beautiful body rise up to meet him and sit with him on the bed, both cross legged, facing each other, his cock buried deep in her body.

Romira wrapped her arms around her shoulders and head and his hand guided her hips back and forth. Her lips rained kisses down on his forehead. His hands ran up and down the smooth skin of her back, his face buried in the pillows of her breasts.

"You feel so good inside me," she gasped roughly, pressing herself up and down his shaft, her wetness, betraying her desire for him better than any words, was dripping down his testicles.

"God you feel good too," he moaned as he kissed her breasts. His hands rocked her hips, making slight adjustments for her, and very gently thrusting up to meet her. One of his hands trailed fingers up her spine and she moaned, shivering at the touch. Her hips swayed and she moved against him faster.

Around them, the sheets were damp from the heat of their bodies, the wet slipping sound of sex filling the room. Her moans were coming faster and sharper, as were his. His cock felt enormous inside of her, and she remembered the way it had looked just moments before, swollen and red. The thought brought her desire even higher and she clutched him as she began to pump her thighs hard against him.

"Yes, baby," he groaned when he felt her increase, "yes there, honey. Right there. Oh God, baby, you're going to make me cum again, sweetheart."

"Mmmmm," she purred again, burying her face in his hair, "I love it when you cum, Tim. And now you're going to cum inside me. Ohhhhhhhh."

The last thought seemed to turn her on even more and she began to ride him with fervor. Tim fed off of her passion and clamped himself to her, helping her glide up and down him, sucking her nipples tightly and whispering words of passion into her skin. He could tell she was getting close, her body was tightening, her breathing was fast and light.

"Yes, baby, let go for me," he begged her. "Oh God, let me feel you cum all over me, Romira. I've been waiting all night to feel this. Please give it to me. Please cum for me, baby, cum now. Now. Now!"

As if her body heard him, her orgasm tore through her, shaking her to the very core and tearing a lusty scream from her lips. Her bucking became uncontrollable, but he held her tight to him, keeping her steady. The feeling of her pussy clench around his cock, the wetness she poured down on him was too much and he felt his cock explode, straight up into her, bathing her inside with slick hot cum, over and over. He felt her pussy milking him as he came inside her.

"Romira, baby, yes, take all of it baby. All for you. Ahhhhhhh."

There was a long pause then, the two of them holding each other, silent except for the breathing of exhausted lovers. Finally Romira released her grip on his shoulders and looked into his eyes, leaning her head down to kiss him gently. He looked up at her with warm, thoroughly spent eyes.

"I'm glad you were so stubborn," she smiled at him.

Cupping her buttocks he lifted her slightly, to let his now softening member slide out of her and laid her back gently on the bed, pulling some covers up around her. He slid in next to her and pulled her tight in his arms. He looked over her head and peered at the unrelenting storm raging outside their window. Smoothing her damp hair back he looked at her flushed cheeks and asked,

"Think the storm will let up by tomorrow?"

With a wicked grin she perked her eyebrows once at him as she pressed her lips to his chest.

"God, I hope not," she said kissing his skin softly. "My clients can wait."

 

The End