It Happened One Flight

5. Outbound

I push the door of the bar open. The combination of the sake and cold air hitting me causes me to shiver. My sweater is not heavy enough for the chilly night air. 

"Lead the way." He lips touch my ear lobe. I shiver again. The street is quiet. I hold his hand and walk purposefully in the direction of the hotel. 

"You're cold, here, love." He lets go of my hand and shrugs his jacket off. He drapes it across my shoulders. I pull it around me.

"Thanks. But what about you?" I protest. The jacket is warm and smells faintly of sandalwood and cigarettes.

"Nay, I feel fine." He takes my hand.

After about 15 minutes we reach the hotel. As we step into the room, he grabs me and pushes me against the back the door, our bodies slamming it shut. His lips smash into mine and he clicks the deadbolt. He unzips my skirt, letting fall around my ankles, grinding his rock hard bulge against my knickers, moaning as he kisses me deeply. I slide my left leg up to his hip, allowing him more access to my heat. Where is the bed?" He lifts me up carrying me toward the light filtering through the open curtains.  

"You're getting warmer." I tease, kissing his jaw.

He tosses me on it. He stands at the foot of the bed and pulls his shirt off. His torso is trim. I begin to remove my own shirt. "Oh no, I need to undress you. Come here."

I crawl towards him. Kneeling on the bed, I kiss his prominent collar bones and run my fingers down his chest, making him shudder. He pulls my shirt over my head and unclasps my bra, tossing it aside.  "You are divine." He traces his calloused fingertips along the edges of my nipples.

I reach for his belt and undo it. I unbutton his trousers tugging them off his hips.  His erect member and lean, naked body make me burn with lust. I rake my nails over his inner thighs and through his dark, wavy hair. I grasp his thick shaft at the base and stroke him, skimming the precum off his tip. He tastes sweet. I fondle his balls. "Samantha, don't stop. Your hands are extraordinary." His pleasure is unmistakable.

He climbs on the bed and sits cross-legged in front of me. He pulls me into his lap. I slip my arms around his neck and cross my ankles behind his back. He wraps his arms around my waist holding me close to his chest. The skin to skin contact is intoxicating.  "Breathe." He whispers as we gaze into each other's eyes. I feel an overwhelming connection to him as we breathe together.

I lift myself up just enough to align his shaft with my throbbing cunt. I sink down until he is deep inside me. His rock hard cock fills me completely. Neither of us move. I touch his face continuing to gaze into his eyes. He slowly begins to roll his hips. My erect nipples rub across his, our skin slick with sweat.

"Samantha, oh my god, Sami," he moans without breaking eye contact. The hunger and passion in his voice makes my entire body vibrate. He lays me on my back and hooks my legs over his shoulders, planting his hands on either side of my head. His tender love making gives way to rough fucking. I clutch his forearms digging my nails into his skin as his thrusts become stronger and deeper. His pubic bone slides against my swollen clit. My cunt is so wet he slides in and out wildly.

"Harder George, fuck me harder." I plead.

 His hair hangs around my face. "Cum for me, Sami." He groans. I feel my walls tighten around his cock. My orgasm crash over me. My juices drench the sheets. With few last sloppy thrusts, he twitches as he explodes deep inside me. He kisses me lovingly and presses his sweaty forehead against mine.

"Stay inside me." I mumble.  George slides my legs off his shoulders as lowers his warm body on top of mine, stretching our arms over my head and interlacing our fingers. I lift me head and kiss him tenderly. He rolls us on our side, gathering me against his chest as he slips out of me.