The Fling

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I looked around our suite to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything. Even though I was an experienced traveler, I'd left more chargers, AirPods, and socks in hotel rooms than I could count. One time, when I was touring in 2017, I left all of my toiletries (plus the nice leather bag I kept them in) at a hotel in Chicago. I had to replace everything when we got to the next city, which was a pain, but worse was how young and stupid I felt about the mistake. "Can you make sure I got all my shit out of the bathroom?" I called to Abigail who was in there gathering her things.

She emerged a minute later. "Your shampoo was in the shower stall and your swimsuit was on the hook on the back of the door," she said as she handed them to me.

"Thanks, baby. I found two pairs of your panties behind the sofa."

"That's because you take them off me and then toss them aside," my love laughed.

"I'm not going to apologize for that. When I'm on a mission to go down on you, the last thing I'm thinking of is where your underwear ends up."

My girlfriend sat down on the edge of the bed and opened her legs just enough to be suggestive. "Is that so?"

Without hesitation, I got on my knees in front of her and reached under her short skirt, hooking my fingers on the elastic of her panties to slowly tug them down her long legs. Once they were off, I threw them over my shoulder. "That is absolutely so."

Instead of diving in, I kissed up the inside of one thigh and down the other, avoiding the area I knew she wanted my mouth on. I loved getting her as worked up as I possibly could, and whether she remembered or not, I was following the same game plan as the first time I'd pleasured her this way. I hooked her legs over my shoulders before using my fingers to stroke her wet folds. Jesus Christ, her obvious arousal was intoxicating, and knowing I'd done this to her got me rock hard. My need to taste her nectar was so strong that I was salivating. She squirmed as my fingers grazed over her labia.

"You alright, baby?" I asked while I put the pad of my thumb in her opening.

"Please," she begged as she took a fistful of my hair in her hand.

"You know I'll do whatever you ask. What do you want?"

"I need your tongue and your lips on me."

In an instant, my mouth was buried between her legs, and Abigail cried out from relief as my tongue lapped at her inner labia. When I moved it to flick over her engorged clit, she began quivering, like her entire body was humming. I took hold of her hips to hold her steady as I took the small nub between my lips. Seconds later she was moaning my name, and before her legs finished shaking, I yanked down my pants and plunged into her, reveling in the power of her internal contractions. Her legs were still on either side of my head, which created an angle that allowed my dick to hit her G-spot and prolong her orgasm. As she clenched around me, I initially went hard and fast since we were already past check-out time, but then I slowed down. Why rush something so incredible? If the resort wanted to charge me a fee for leaving late, then so be it.

"You feel so good, honey," I said as my eyes locked on hers, and I began swiveling instead of thrusting.

"Keep doing that," she urged while raising her hips up to increase the friction. "Yes! Just like that!"

I had to take my movements down another notch, because I was at risk of coming too quickly, so I pulled out, moved Abigail's legs off my shoulders, and leaned forward to kiss her. She responded hungrily, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down so that the weight of my body was on hers. Sometimes I felt self-conscious about crushing her, but apparently she didn't mind.