Lust

Five star service, really, amazing food, good wine, and a stunning view. I can't even name a fraction of the different types of marine life that visit us during our dinner. I liked the Manta rays best. They're so serene. All of this, this wonderous place, this joyous experience, it's going to be something I remember forever.

And I can't wait to leave.

Ever since we'd exchanged the words, I've barely been able to keep my eyes off of Elise for more than a few seconds. No amount of A-grade steak or ocean critters are enough to distract me from her beauty. I can't help it, the way the candle light flickers against her skin, the way her mouth produces a little smile every time she eats, the way her hands move so elegantly, like an ice skater. It's like... It's like I've finally realised she's real, she's here... And she loves me.

"So, this hotel... Close by?" Elise asks innocently. And with that she's surpassed perfection. As if on cue the waiter delivers our check, I don't let Elise see it, she'll only worry, and I don't feel like explaining the financial provisions that allowed this evening to take place... I feel like explaining all the things I want to do to her instead. I pay on my card and we make our exit.

It's dark out. Was it dark when we went in? I can't remember. It doesn't matter, what does matter is our pace straight to the hotel, that pace being unusually quick. It's been almost a week since we've had sex, I'm aching for her body, and based on how tightly she's clutching my hand, she feels the same way. We enter the foyer and head straight for the lift, we're on the fifth floor, I hit the button and wait for the doors to close.

Immediately as the doors close, Elise rushes straight to me, forcing a passionate kiss to my lips. "I want you so bad..." She admits between kissing me. "I'm so wet... I love you so much..." There's that ability to have something filthy and something sweet in the same sentence and make it sound perfectly natural. I almost expect her to finger me right there in the lift, sadly we're alerted by a ding that we've reached our floor. I take Elise's hand and pull her out of the lift and towards our room.

Fucking key. Try again. Finally, we hurry inside, hitting the light as we enter, Elise goes ahead as I shut the door and follow. I almost run to her and deliver a kiss of my own. It feels different, being in her arms doesn't give the same shock of surprise anymore, instead it makes everything seem to move in slow motion, like everything's okay in the word... Like I'm home. She's my home.

My home proceeds to grab me, and toss me onto the nearby bed. Wow, didn't know it felt that good to be thrown around, maybe I'm secretly a submissive? Who am I kidding, we both are. Elise looks at me with unyielding desire in her eyes... Which give me an idea. As she begins to move towards me I raise my hand to halt her advance. I point to her dress, then to the floor. She recognises my request instantly, and with a mix of hunger and joy on her face, she unzips her dress, letting it fall to the floor.

I remember Trish had picked out some lingerie as a gift when she'd gone shopping at work... But I didn't realise just how nice it was, it's a crimson red, and so thin it's almost translucent... Yet even the amount it covers overwhelms my senses. She climbs on top of me, straddling my hips as she stares into my eyes, a brief pause of calm in the storm of our lust. It comes to an end as she unhooks the front of her bra, I don't appreciate enough how gorgeous Elise's breasts are, they fill me with envy and eroticism.

I place my lips on her left nipple, gently sucking on the pink bump as I place my hands firmly on her arse cheeks, drawing pleasurable moans and a short gasp respectively. I can feel her unzip the back of my dress, I let it fall from my shoulders, before I roll her onto her back and slide it off my hips, kicking it out of the way. I can't hold back, I grab the hem of her knickers and pull them off, tossing them aside and gazing at her body for what almost feels like the first time. It's been far too long since I saw the delicate curves of her belly, or her trimmed patch of pubic hair, or that scar, the moon-shaped scar that serves as an eternal reminder of just how perfect she really is.

"I love you." I tell her instinctively.

She smiles at me, before transitioning into a mischievous grin.

"Prove it." She demands, before opening her legs for me. Gladly. I kneel down and kiss her inner thigh like I did on our first time, but this time I bite into it too, causing her to shiver and sigh. My fingers don't need to tease her pussy for long, she wasn't lying about how wet she was. I decide to push forward, inserting my fingers into her, aiming for the sweet spot I learned about from experience. Elise doesn't even pretend to hold back, she's loud, desperate, and very vocal. "Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I love you, fuck me." She repeats, she's not going to take long to come at this rate.

Should I talk back? What do I say? Fuck it, why am I worrying? "I love you too, come for me, come on my fingers Elise!" I plead in the sexiest tone I can muster, which appears to work, as she begins to violently grip the bedsheets, gasping for breath for an almost concerning amount of time, until the waves of pleasure begin to subside. I remove my fingers and clean them with my mouth... I'd almost forgotten this taste too. Her taste... I know she's just come, but I can't help it. I press my face to her cunt and firmly fuck her with my tongue, forcing an even louder response.

I'd think about the noise, but Elise's thighs work surprisingly well to muffle the sound. Instead I focus on her hand on the back of my head, pulling me even deeper into her, I look up to see the other hand roughly grabbing her tit, this sight could bring me to orgasm by itself. Instead I double my efforts on her slit and begin to rub her clitoris, after a couple of minutes, I'm witnessing my girlfriend come again, her hand pulling my head so roughly I could almost suffocate between her legs, and I'd have no regrets.

As she releases her grasp I unhook my bra, leaving it on the floor as I stand, Elise sits up, beginning to suck on my nipple, damn I'm sensitive right now, I feel her pull down my underwear and letting them fall down my legs. A short sharp slap hits my arse cheek, it hurts, but somehow in a good way, like when I got fingered for the first time, a moan escapes my lips, encouraging her to spank me again, which she obliges, again and again, until my pussy is nearly dripping.

Elise pulls me onto the bed before kissing me. "You taste like my pussy." She adds breathily, fuck that turns me on, the idea of my lips tasting like her... And the urge for hers to taste like me. Without needing much encouragement, Elise's fingers work their way inside me, fuck, I swear, I almost climaxed right there, instead the invading digits begin to massage my g-spot, at least, that's why I assume it feels so damn good. I look into her eyes as she fingers me, even with her hair messed up, her make-up smudged, her cheeks red, she's still as gorgeous as at the restaurant.

As if something switched on inside of me, I suddenly feel an orgasm smash through my body, cascading from my pussy throughout my torso, I can't control my body, which grabs Elise and pulls her in for a kiss. More. I need more. I roll Elise onto her back again, before mounting her face, all I can see are her eager eyes staring up at me, as she begins to lick my cunt.

"Fuck yes, eat my pussy." I demand, the dirty talk appears to come on it's own, all I can hope is it doesn't get too weird, because I can't stop at this point. "You were so sweet and pure, now you're addicted to my twat." I groan. Shit, that was probably over the line, but it feels so good, and even better when Elise seems to agree, her tongue now licking me deeper and harder. "You like that? You're my girl, you'd do anything to taste my juices wouldn't you?" I continue, with only a muffled 'Mmm-hmm' as a response. Holy shit, this girl really does love me.

She loves me.

Elise loves me.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I scream out as a new orgasm hits me like a meteor, my whole body feels like it's exploding, I can feel my knees shaking, my hands grasp at my tits, enhancing the pleasure further. The girl I love is doing this to me. The girl who loves me. Another wave crashes through me, so powerful I can't help but fall off of Elise's face, laying on the bed next to her. I feel dizzy. Has she literally fucked my brains out?

My girlfriend moves closer to me, and I lay on my side to meet her gaze. "More of the talking next time... I think I like you talking." She demands gently, as her hand moves the hair from my eyes.

I lean forwards, placing a kiss on her lips. "I'm gonna call that kiss number one." I tell her, unable to keep the smile from my face. "I've decided I'm going to give you a thousand kisses." I explain.

"What happens after a thousand?" She asks, half amused, half confused, stroking my cheek.

I reach my hand up to meet hers, resting it on my cheek as I answer.

"I'm gonna give you a thousand more."