Backstage

Part 14 (smut)

!!!SMUT ALERT!!!

If you're sensitive or something don't read further.

And if you want to hate on me, please don't.

TPWK

*******************************************

As we stepped outside, the cool, refreshing night air hit us. Joost still held my hand as we walked down the street. We were both pretty drunk and had problem walking in a straight line, but managed to reach the hotel and entered the lobby. Joost pressed the button for the elevator, and as we waited, he pulled me close again, wrapping his arms around me.

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside. As soon as the doors closed, Joost turned to me, his eyes filled with desire. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between us, by leaning in for yet another kiss. He placed one hand beside my head, leaning against the elevator wall, while his other hand gently hugged my cheek, his thumb brushing softly against my skin.

Joost's hand on my cheek slid to the back of my head, pulling me even closer, deepening the kiss. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips.

When we reached our floor, we hurried to my room, barely able to keep our hands off each other. We stopped at my room's door, and I began digging in my purse, trying to find the keycard. As I searched through my belongings, Joost took the opportunity to move my hair to one side, exposing my neck. His lips found my skin, pressing gentle, teasing kisses along my neck and shoulder. He was making it even harder to focus on finding the keycard. I let out a soft sigh, as his kisses grew more insistent. His hands rested on my hips, pulling me closer to him. As he did, I felt the hardness of his crotch pressing against me.

Finally, my fingers found the keycard, and I pulled it out. The moment the door clicked open we quickly stumbled inside. The door closed behind, sealing us in our own private world. We kissed our way across the room to the bed. He pulled away as I sat down on my bed. He touched my face, looking at me from above.

"Go on, lay back, love."

I laid back and pushed myself to the centre of the bed. He rested one knee on the bed and crawled over me.

"As much as I love this dress on you," he said, looking me up and down," I think it needs to come off."

I nodded in agreement. He slipped the straps of the dress down my arms and gathered the excess fabric at my waist. His attempt to undress me became delayed as he kissed down my chest slowly. He was being so gentle and slow. He loved me and my body. He wanted to experience all of it. He wanted to take his time and enjoy every second.

My hand ran through his soft hair, moaning softly as he gave my body the attention it so desperately needed.

Soon, I heard the clanking of his belt as he undone it. He pulled away, quickly pulling the rest of the belt from the loops.

I raised my hips as he took my dress off. After pulling it down my legs, he was positioned directly beside my lower leg and began kissing up it. His lips drew nearer to my inner thigh. His blue eyes met mine as he continued worshipping my body. He loved to hear my soft pleas and sighs.

He kissed my inner thighs before travelling back up to my face, leaving a trail of wet kisses.

"You're so fucking incredible" he praised, his fingers moving up and down my clit.

His touch kept me stuttering and moaning. He finally took off his pants and underwear, kicking them off somewhere.

He held my legs up in the air. He moaned, dropping his head backwards as he finally pushed inside, his grip around my legs becoming tighter. His strokes were slow and long, still teasing me a little.

"You feel so good, love," he spoke breathlessly, soft moans following.

He rested my legs on his shoulders and ran his hand from my belly to my mouth, sticking his fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them, staring up into his eyes.

"Fuck." Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore.

He grabbed my hips and pushed into me roughly. He moved down and placed his forehead onto mine. With my legs still up in the air, he was able to push deeper and deeper, making my legs shake. I was already close, and his moans were not helping, especially since he was so close to my ear. I grabbed his arms tightly.

"Please don't stop, Joost,"

Despite my words, he pulled away.

"I saw your legs shaking," he smirked, "I think it's time for you to ride me.

He laid on his back. I blushed at the amount of effort it took just to raise my body above his. He saw me struggle and grabbed my waist to help me up. I bit my lip and moaned with him. I lowered my hips down onto him. He guided me up and down, pushing down harder and harder. I knew he was close. He became needier and his moans grew louder.

He encouraged me again and again to keep going as my legs grew weaker and weaker and I came. Leaning forward holding on to him as his eyes shut and his grip on my waist tightened one final time as he came, his body relaxing.

"That was incredible," he whispered, still catching his breath.

He brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

"It was. I don't know how I'm gonna walk tomorrow"

Joost chuckled and kissed my forehead.

We laid there in silence, just enjoying the closeness, trying to digest what just happened. Eventually, sleep began to claim us, and I moved closer to Joost, feeling safe and content in his arms I fell asleep.