Wedded Bliss

"That's sounds perfect, right, darling?" Ashley said, squeezing Zack's hand.

He looked over and saw her staring back up at him, her eyes shimmering. This was likely going to bankrupt him but seeing her looking at him, wanting and having the ability to fulfil her desires, it was a no-brainer.

He gave the receptionist his card and paid for the suite. There were some forms he had to sign and legal agreements he had to make, and then he had to get the room key. Though it only took several minutes, it might have been hours because of what it was delaying.

Finally when all was in order, they rushed, as quietly and inconspicuous as they could, to the elevator. It was empty when they stepped inside and, as soon as the doors closed, they were on each other. Zack mashed his lips against hers, their tongues duelling in each other's mouths. Their hands roamed everywhere, grasping and pulling at each others bodies as they tried to envelop the other. They just couldn't get close enough.

The doors opened on their floor, and Thank God Ashley thought because she was seconds from tearing off their clothes, public or not. They dashed down the hall, all pretence of casual and normal being thrown out the window. Zack swiped the key in the door, and pressed down on the handle but found the door being opened by his body as Ashley threw herself at him.

He stumbled backwards into the dark room, the only light coming from street lights streaming in through the windows. The heavy wooden door swung closed behind them as their bodies moved off of the door and onto the wall. Their mouths were on each other again, smacking loudly in the silence of the darkened room. Hands went back to body parts, Zack grabbing a handful of ass as he pushed Ashley's short dress up past her hips, feeling the thong that she had on underneath. Ashley's hands were on his buttons, his shirt coming undone in her hands and parting to his sides. He felt her fingers trail along his chest, running up his neck and into his hair.

With one hand Zack followed the hem of the thong, his fingers grazing along Ashley's hip until he reached the front of the panty material. Then, still kissing her, he dipped his hand under, his fingertips feeling the stubble of her pussy hair starting to grow back. He pressed down further, his hand finding her clit. At that she moaned into his mouth. He went on, his fingers pressing into her folds and finding her soaking wet. His hand had only been there for a second and it was already drenched. He could feel the molten heat from her hole burning his skin.

His other hand moved from her ass upwards. At the nape of her neck, he found a zipper, dragging it down slowly so that her dress fell open. Ashley assisted, pulling her hands from Zack's hair and pushing the the straps of the dress down to her waist. His hand went back up, finding her bra strap and unhooked it. Again, Ashley assisted by pulling it from her shoulders, her naked breasts spilling out. He felt the warm, smooth skin of her tits against his exposed chest as their naked bodies pressed against each other.

Ashley broke the kiss, gasping, her head falling on to Zack's shoulder. She panted for breath as Zack's hand played between her folds. Her own hands, shaky and distracted though she was, went back to his chest,her fingers moving downwards this time, trailing over his stomach until they met his belt. With nimbleness, she unbuckled, unzipped and exposed him, pushing his trousers and boxers down in one movement. His cock was already stiff and hard from the prospect of sex and the feeling of their warm, naked bodies against the other.

No sooner than her fingers were on his cock though than she felt that fleshy tool moving out of her grasp. Zack's hands grabbed her hips and turned her around until she was facing the door, her hands bracing herself against the wood. As she was turned, she felt his hard, hot dick smack against her ass cheek, a feeling so lewd and desirable that it made her groan. With the room still being dark, she couldn't see what he was doing, but when she felt the slick head of that cock leave a slimy trail down her thigh and his hot breath on the small of her back she knew that he was kneeling behind her.

Breathing heavily, looking forward to what he was about to receive, he hooked his hands in her thong, and pulled it down her legs. In the pale orange glow, he could see her buttocks, golden in the light. Between her legs was dark but warm and musky. The scent alone urged him to taste. His hands went back up to her ass, as Ashley stepped out of her underwear. Fingers digging into her flesh, he pried her cheeks a part, glimpsing a peak of her puckered ass. Below it, her open pussy lips shimmered in the light.

Licking his own lips, he moved his face between her ass, and pressed that same tongue against her pussy lips. He heard her moan above him as he stuck his tongue between those lips, lapping at her juices as he licked back and forth. He pressed his face deeper, his nose wedged against her ass, as he pushed his tongue into her dripping hole. She arched her back, pushing out her buttocks, giving him better access to the honey pot he was eating as she felt the early quivers of an oncoming orgasm running up her spine.

He thrust his tongue into her pussy, and she responded by grinding her ass back against his face. When he took his hand away from her ass and pressed his thumb against her clit, she moaned and put a hand back to replace his, pulling her cheek to the side to allow him in. She kept one hand on the door, fearing she would fall without the support. Even still, as his tongue and fingers pleasured her, she had to rest her head against the wood, her mouth gaping as she alternated between elated gasps and **** moans. Her eyes rolled back, feeling his gentle but eager machinations on her pussy cause surges of sexual energy to flow through out her body.

The sensations were building. His penetrating tongue pushed out wetness every time it entered her, lapping at the ridges and ripples of her inner walls. This thumb moved stiffly back and forth over her swollen clit, flicking it in time with his thrusting. Given that she had already been incredibly turned on before they'd even gotten to the hotel, it was little surprise that a few seconds later that she was cumming on his mouth.

Her whole body shook as she felt a burst of joyous release pulse from her pussy to every part of her being. All tension and worry in her body evaporated, scorched from existence by the overwhelming, overpowering pleasure overriding every system inside her. It was hard to think, hard to breathe, hard to stand.

As her body began to slump, Zack caught her. His hands were on her waist, keeping her upright. She leaned her head back and met his lips with hers. Lips that were dripping wet with her fluids. She could feel her juices on his chin, sticking to her face. His fleshy, warm cock was against her ass again and playfully she bucked back against it. In reply, Zack reached down and manoeuvred his cock between her legs.

Ashley exhaled, long and ragged, as she felt his cockhead knock against her sloppy pussy. Rocking his body back and forth, Zack dragged his cock along her lips. Ashley yelped delightedly every time that fat cockhead reached the top, pushing against her clit. But as nice as it was to feel it outside, becoming slick with her wetness, she yearned to feel it fill her. So as Zack pulled back, she angled her buttocks and his cock slipped down right to her entrance. In the dim light from the windows, Ashley could see Zack smile, knowing exactly what she wanted.

He pushed inside, sliding into the depths of her pussy with zero resistance. Her pussy was too wet, too wanting, to deny the thick cock pressing it's way inside. Her lips stretched, slick with her own cum and Zack's saliva, trying to accommodate the girth of its welcome friend. Ashley sighed with happiness, amazed how great being stretched felt, how stretched her pussy felt no matter how many times he filled her.

For Zack, he had to marvel at how tight Ashley was. Her lips gripped to his cock, increasing the mere pleasure of sliding into her as he felt her tightness against his shaft. And inside, her pussy walls clenched around his cock, trying to keep it from ever leaving. It was tough, once Zack had buried his cock inside her completely, to contemplate leaving. The tight, wet warmth of her hole felt like somewhere worth settling. The kind of place you plant your flag and defend with your life.

After a moment, just held inside her, their bodies holding each other, they began to move. Zack pulled back and thrust into her with his hips, groaning as her tightness re-enveloped her every single time. Ashley reached behind her, her hand on his neck, their heads pressed together as she moaned every time that thick cock filled her little pussy. Idly, they kissed off and on between their joyous breaths. Ashley's eyes fluttered open to find Zack looking back at her. Only half of his face was lit but she could see both of his eyes, intense and triumphant at the exultation he was receiving from her pussy.

He fucked her harder now, thrust his cock deep into her, eliciting cries of delight when their bodies slammed together. Ashley's eyes closed again, as she felt the dormant orgasm reawakening inside her hole. With every thrust, she felt herself unfurl. She was getting wetter, which only made it easier for Zack to fuck her faster, his balls batting against her thighs as he pumped in and out of her pussy. She turned her head to the ceiling, screaming nonsense into the air.

Zack gripped her waist tight, feeling her firm body yield to his whim, as he rammed his cock into the hot blonde. His whole body was on high alert, sirens blaring in his head every time their bodies met in a loud, wet slap. Sweat flew from his body, and he could feel the perspiration on hers causing their skin to stick together.

Cum was boiling up inside him. He could feel it welling up, and a tingle in his balls told him that he was close to cumming. The thought of pulling out entered his mind. How many times had he already shot a load into her womb? There was a serious risk of getting her pregnant now. But the devil on his shoulder argued how tight and wet she was and how good it felt. And the way her pussy held on to his cock, he wasn't sure if he could pull out even if he wanted to.

Ashley knew from his frenzied thrusting that Zack's climax was imminent. Soon he would be cumming and the question was where. She enjoyed the feeling of his cum firing off inside her cunt. It often sparked another orgasm for her feel herself being creamed by his cock. But at this rate she'd definitely be pregnant before the week was done.

Yet, little orgasms like fireworks were already causing her body to stop working properly. Her legs almost gave way, weakened by the tremors in her pussy. She only remained up right thanks to Zack's hands on her waist and the support of the door. Her voice was raspy and sore as well, struggling to even speak any word that wasn't 'fuck', 'yes' and 'oh'. Had she wanted to protest, she didn't have the will or the strength.

Amidst their pleasure, neither one could speak or act. So, undeterred and unconcerned, Zack sank his cock deep into Ashley's pussy and felt his balls release their load. Hot, thick ropes of cum flew out of his cockhead, coating her walls and swimming deeper inside. Whether they'd reach their goal only time would ever tell. True to form though, Zack's cum shooting off inside her cunt set off a chain reaction and Ashley orgasmed again. Her walls constricted around his shaft, squeezing every last drop of cum from his dick.

Spent, Zack staggered backwards. His softening cock slipped from Ashley's pussy as she slumpped against the door without his hands to hold her up. In the gleam of the street lights he could see globs of his seed pouring out between her lips. He thought her pussy looked so hot and sexy with his cum leaking out. Like that final brush stroke that makes a painting a masterpiece.

Lifting his eyes, he saw that Ashley was watching him, having caught him admiring her cum filled hole. She smiled softly, and he smiled back, leaning in and kissing her. Neither said a word, too happy, too spent, to be bothered voicing the obvious.