All the things you mean to me. All the things I want us to be.

I froze.

Yes, it was obvious in retrospect, she only gave me one room key, not the usual envelope with two in it, but in my defense I was still trying to wrap my head around the idea that she actually found me attractive. Maybe it was **** of habit, like her driving everywhere. I knew she and River had been intimate, maybe even a couple, so of course they’d shared hotel rooms on the road. Maybe it was just company policy. She’d been on my case about reading the damn employee manual. Maybe… oh shit, that’s her hand on my dick.

“Still awake, big guy?”

“Um. I wasn’t.” Her hand started to withdraw. “But I certainly am now.”

“Sorry about waking you up. I… I kinda…” she trailed off, and her hand started sliding up and down on my shaft gently.

Well, that qualifies as implied consent in my book. I rolled over to face her. The lights from the parking lot cut through a crack in the curtains to illuminate her face. She looked so **** in that moment, freshly showered and stripped of her war paint, her eyes shining with questions and desire. So I leant in and kissed her.

It was kinda tentative at first. Her lips weren’t the full sex pillows that Red’s were, her mouth small and delicate, but that little pink tongue that drove me to such distraction on that first day was firm and inquisitive, probing my own gently as we mutually opened to each other, deepening the kiss. Her grip tightened around me and her gentle stroking became more insistent as that gentle kiss transitioned into something much hungrier and needy.

As if on its on accord, my hand drifted down to her ass, pulling her tiny body to me. She moaned into my mouth, her hand now a blur on my rapidly stiffening cock, my (morning/nighttime/dream?) wood as hard as an oak, but I pulled her in closer still, trapping her hand for a moment before disentangling her fingers and starting to slither down the bed. My mouth left hers with only a little regret to begin trailing kisses down the pale white expanse of her neck.

“But I—“

“Shhh,” I whispered against her flesh, still snaking my way down her body, my lips finally finding the little ruby nub that stood out like a beacon atop the small alabaster mound of her right breast. I sucked hard and nibbled gently, causing her to moan all the louder and writhe beneath me, but my weight held her to the mattress. I had previously smelled her arousal when she’d blown me in the office, but now, just eighteen inches from my face, it was all encompassing.

I dropped lower, trailing kisses down her abdomen, noting that I’d previously missed a belly button piercing when I’d seen her naked (hey, I was half asleep at the time. I should be excused). I flicked it with my tongue before descending further, pleased to find that I wouldn’t have to worry about pubes in my teeth.

“Miles… you don’t have to. I’m plenty ready…”

“I know, Babygirl, but in case I haven’t made this clear enough already, I want to.”

I darted my tongue out, tasting her for the first time, just running the flat slowly up her slit from bottom to just below her clit.

Her twitching body told me that I was doing it right (and to be fair, I got in a lot of practice when I was younger). I gripped down a little harder on the pale globes of her beautifully rounded ass, and pulled her up to me, breathing in the heady scent of her as I plunged my tongue into her as deeply as it would go. She tasted heavenly. Salty sweet with a hint of acid. She may have been gasping at that point but I couldn’t hear a damn thing because she had wrapped her legs around my head blocking my ears.

I learned a long time ago that eating pussy is sort of like a baseball team. Yes, the pitcher can fire off fastballs right into the catcher’s mitt, but truly impressive plays involve the whole infield and outfield. Every player has a specialty, a zone that they work in, but the whole team works as a unit to achieve a goal. And I was going for a triple play. I avoided the clit almost entirely, revving her engine by playing with her labia, the hood, some foreward thrusting, even tonguing her taint.

Her whole body began to quiver in spasmodic convulsions as I continued my relentless attack on her most sensitive of locales. Finally I took pity and hit the apex, sucking gently on the little man in the canoe, and being rewarded by a gush of warm liquid splashing my chin.

“Oh! Yes Dadddddddddy!!”

(Title: “Down On Me”, Jackyl)