In a love hotel with Mila (Part 2)

My heart was going at 100 miles per hour. I had never felt as horny as I did at that moment. All the teasing and playing we’d done throughout the day had been building up to this. I forgot myself at that moment. My anxiety, my nerves, my hesitance, they were all gone. All I wanted was to fuck Mila and give us both the release we were so **** for.

I pulled down on her tube top, releasing her perfect tits. Her cute nipples were hard, and I couldn’t stop myself from sucking on one of them. And while my tongue flicked on the hard little nub, Mila aimed for my pants. She struggled in unbuckling my belt, but eventually freed my erection.

My dick throbbed in her hand. She stroked it hard, her fingers getting dirty on my pre-cum. I pulled away from her bosom and moved down, sneaking my hands along her thighs and under her skirt to grab her panties. The blue, lacy fabric left thin, sticky threads of her juices that quickly broke off.

The smell was intoxicating, and like the day before with Grace, I wanted to lick her before doing more. But again, just like with Grace, Mila and I were both past the point of foreplay. And besides, we had three hours.

Mila lifted her skirt on her own, showing me her pussy dripping in anticipation.

“I’ve been waiting since that Saturday night to do it again, Oliver,” Mila breathed. “Do it.”

She looked so aroused, so cute and gorgeous. I leaned down to kiss her, and as our tongues met again, I slid inside her pussy with barely any resistance. And yet the moment I bottomed out, her walls tightened around me like they wanted to squeeze the soul out of me.

“Mmmph!! Hhhhnnngg!! Shit!” Mila screamed into my mouth. “Don’t stop! Oliver!”

She clearly came, yet she was telling me not to stop. I started to move my hips. Pounding hard into her. I could feel my dick reaching deep. The tip of my cock scraped her every time I pulled out and I hit her cervix every time I pushed back in.

“Oliver! Oliver!”

“Mila…! Mila!”

We whispered each other’s names. My hips didn’t stop at any point. I sucked on her nipples and Mila held me close. Her pussy kept on convulsing around my cock, over and over and over.

I turned her on her stomach, got my arms around her waist and lifted her ass to meet me. I kept on driving my cock into her, relentless and wild. My entire body felt like it was gonna melt from the pleasure, and it was amazing.

“Oh fuck! It’s hitting a different spot…!” Mila managed to say, her voice muffled as she spoke with her cheek pressed against the pillow.

“Is it better or worse?” I asked through agitated breathing.

“It’s amazing,” she answered, her body trembling again. “It’s different. Keep going!”

I leaned forward and grabbed both of Mila’s tits. I squeezed them hard and kept pounding from behind until I eventually felt my own climax nearing.

“Mila…! I’m gonna come.”

“Do it inside. Let me feel it hitting my womb, Oliver.”

With a final thrust, I let it all out as I was deep inside Mila’s pussy. I shot rope after rope of cum. I’d never let out so much before. I dropped on top of Mila as strength left me for a few seconds. The world spun around me, my entire body felt hot, the pleasure was assaulting me from head to toes like a delightful electric shock.

It was only after I started coming to my senses that I noticed Mila was in a similar state, if not even deeper into it. Her body still trembled, short shocks of pleasure making her hips spasm every other moment. Her pussy clamped around my half-hard dick at the same time. She was silent, eyes closed, licking her lips and taking in deep breaths through the nose and letting them out through the mouth.

“M-Mila?” I asked, beginning to get worried.

“Sorry… Just give me… a couple minutes.”

I looked at the clock on the nightstand, next to the phone. Only 15 minutes had passed since we entered the room. In only 15 minutes I’d driven Mila to a state where she needed a break. It felt so damn good.

I pulled out, went to the bathroom and got some toilet paper to clean up the leaking cum out of Mila’s pussy. And man, it really was a lot.

As she asked, I let Mila rest, but she ended up dozing off for a moment. I figured it was a nice opportunity to order the complimentary drinks they mentioned at the front desk, so I found the menu and looked at what they had to offer. There were different cocktails, but since I didn’t drink much, if at all, I thought of ordering a bottle of mineral water. I wondered what Mila would like, but as I looked at her and saw her still reddened face, I figured she’d like water as well. And if she wanted to drink something else, we still had two more complimentary drinks. Right after deciding, though, I had something of a crisis. I needed to make the call to the front desk.

I hesitated calling for a good long moment before I realized not ordering the drinks was practically wasting money. That made me pick up the phone pretty quickly.

“H-Hello? W-We’re from room 44. We’d like to order drinks?” I said it like a question, just in case I’d gotten it wrong and I wasn’t supposed to call the front desk. I didn’t get it wrong, thankfully, and after taking my order I only had to wait a minute before I heard the knock on the door. I fixed my shirt and my pants just in case, but like they’d said, there was a cart with our drinks waiting outside the door and no one else.

Mila woke up a couple minutes after that. Sitting on the bed next to her, I handed her the half-liter water bottle and watched her chug nearly half of it in seconds. She let out a delighted sigh and kissed my cheek.

“Thanks for that! I thought I was gonna die!” She laughed heartily, betraying her own words.

I took a small sip out of my own water bottle and had to break the bad news to her. “We only have two complementary drinks left now, though.”

“Wait, so mineral water is included in that? What the hell?”

It was devious, yeah. Saves them giving out more expensive drinks since people are bound to get thirsty.

“Well, whatever,” Mila shrugged. She leaned on my shoulder and giggled. “That was insane, Oliver. I don’t think I came that hard during our first time, and I came pretty fucking hard that time.” She looked at the clock and grinned. “And we still have plenty of time left, too. I want to do it again.”

My heart beamed in excitement. I looked at Mila up and down. She was a little sweaty and her new clothes were a bit of a mess. I was also still in my school uniform.

I kissed the top of her head and whispered. “I want to see you naked.”

She grinned and bit her lip. “Only if I get to see you naked, too.”

We shared a short kiss before we stood up from the bed. I took off my shirt, my shoes, socks and my pants, staying only in my boxers for the moment. Unlike Mila, those were my only clothes, so I had to make sure they didn’t get dirty or too messy. I set them on one of the chairs as neatly as I could. Then, when I turned around, I saw Mila stepping off her skirt, leaving her with only her panties on.

I sat down on the bed and watched her, mesmerized, as she pulled the delicate piece of fabric down. That Saturday night, I had a couple of beers in me and was way too nervous and confused to pay attention to details. This was really my first time truly taking in Mila’s naked figure. Her body was truly perfect. Flawless skin, alluring curves, and proportionally fitting big boobs and big butt. It was still difficult to believe this girl wanted me so badly.

Mila set her panties on the table, on top of her pile of clothes. She then walked up to me. She grinned as I admired her body and took my hands in hers, guiding them to her waist.

I started kissing her taut stomach. Mila let me do as I wanted, giggling and playing with my hair. I hoped that every kiss, every touch, every look told her what was difficult for me to put into words. That she was one of the sexiest women on the planet, that I didn’t want to let her go, that I was absolutely crazy about her.

Still giggling, she pushed me down on the bed and got on top of me.

“We’ve done missionary and doggy so far. Now I want to try cowgirl.”