In a love hotel with Mila (Part 3)

Mila leaned down to lick and kiss my chest again, going down to my abs until she reached my boxers and began pulling them down. My erection stood proudly, but when Mila gave it a closer look… she laughed and I think my heart froze.

“W-What? Is it… weird?” I asked.

“Well, yes,” she continued giggling. “But not just yours. Dicks are weird when you think about it, right?” Oh. That’s what she meant. And yeah, I could agree. “The tip is bigger, it twitches a lot and it looks like a mushroom,” she said, tracing a finger along my length before she kissed the head. “But it’s weirdly cute.”

Mila opened her mouth and took me in. Her tongue twirled around my dick as she sucked it. She bobbed her head with eyes closed, letting out soft moans. She wrapped her lips around my glans and licked me there while looking up at me.

I let myself relax and met Mila’s eyes. “Feels good,” I said softly.

“Really? I know I’m not as good as Grace or Sarah.”

I shook my head. “I like it.”

Mila smiled and sucked me off for a little longer, licking the underside and rubbing her lips on my shaft. Then she stood up and crawled on top of me again, moving her hands to the sides of my head and taking off my glasses.

“You look so different,” she giggled. “It’s like your eyes are smaller.”

“Please be careful with those,” I said.

“How much can you see?”

“…It’s not that bad. I can’t read like this, but I can see you.”

“Then can we do it without them?” she asked softly, her face inching closer to mine.

I nodded. Mila set my glasses aside and pressed her slit against my dick. She began to grind her hips on me while maintaining eye contact.

“You look cute like this, too,” she said in between soft moans. “Hmm. I don’t know which look I like better.” She lifted her hips and got a hand on my cock. She stroked it a couple of times before she sank down on it, taking it slow and letting us both savor the moment. “This is my first time on top, so be patient with me, okay?”

Again, I could only nod.

Mila began to ride me, and though her movements were a bit clumsy, I couldn’t have cared less. Her pussy gripped me for dear life, and the new position let me reach new spots for Mila to enjoy. No, she couldn’t do it like Sarah and Grace could, but that didn’t matter. Watching Mila’s face, lost in pleasure and struggling to stay focused melted my heart.

At one point she seemed to get a little dizzy and fell forward, catching herself with her hands at each side of my head. That lowered her chest to be just within reach of my mouth, so I just caught one of her nipples and started sucking on it.

“Hnn! Oliver, suck them hard. Shit, they’ve never felt so good!”

Mila started smacking her hips down on me with more ****. The room was filled with the erotic sounds of sex. The wet grinding of my cock in her pussy, the slapping of flesh on flesh, her unrestrained moans. That, combined with the strong, arousing scent, the warmth of her body, and the pressure on my dick… I lost all sense of reason.

I grabbed Mila’s ass and pushed it down on cock at the same time as I thrust up.

“OOH!” Mila gasped, and her arms also lost strength. She fell on top of me, her breasts on my face.

I kept my hands where they were and continued thrusting into Mila from below. It was harder to do with her weight on top of me, but I could do it. I lost myself in the motions and the intense pleasure, fucking Mila like it was the only thing I knew how to do.

“Hmmm! Yes!Yes!Yes! Fuck, you’re so deep!” Again, Mila’s pussy clamped around me while her body trembled. She held onto me tightly, kissing my face and licking my neck. “Keep going, Oliver. Just… Just do what you want. Fuck the shit out of me.”

That was when I lost track of time. My entire world became Mila’s body. I kept fucking her from below until I came inside her, my own body shuddering intensely as I emptied a second load in her spasming pussy.

We didn’t take a break. I rolled her over, lifted her legs and pushed inside again. Mila pulled on the bed sheets below us, grunting and moaning as I mating pressed her. I leaned further down and met her lips. She got her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

After coming, we changed positions once more. I got her to lay on her stomach on the bed with her legs on the floor. I railed her from behind, laying on top of her. I locked my fingers with hers and kissed the nape of her neck.

“Yes…! So fucking good…!” she muttered into the bed. “Fuck me, Oliver! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

As we went on, Mila spoke less and less. So did I, I guess, but I wasn’t speaking much to begin with. We were both absolutely lost to our baser instincts. The bed kept rocking below us, its backrest constantly bumping against the wall.

Our only real break was to order more water after we’d ran out.

We laid on our sides with me behind Mila, lifting her leg with my arm hooked behind her knee. I had slowed down by then, but nevertheless kept on thrusting. Holding her, kissing her, being inside her… It all kept giving me the greatest sensations. It was different than fooling around at school, or even a drunken night at Thomas’ house. It was wild, but also… intimate.

“Oliver…” Mila suddenly muttered, turning her head to look up at me. “I love…” My heart nearly stopped. “I… I love this.”

Oh.

Yeah. Of course. What was I thinking?

I nodded silently and kissed her. No matter how many times we did it, I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her lips and her tongue. And as if to show me she felt the same, Mila got a hand behind my head and kissed me harder, shoving her tongue inside my mouth. I let that be my distraction from that short rollercoaster of emotions.

I came one last time inside Mila. The load was as thick and powerful as the first. Mila’s convulsing pussy squeezed every last drop out of me. I pulled out, and the two of us drifted off for a few short, blissful minutes.

Author's Note: Up to chapter 54 available to read at my Patreon.