Fairmont Motel

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.