The entire ride back to the hotel involved hands roaming each other aggressively and rough kissing that showed the urgency that both of us was feeling. I groaned, so wet and excited that I couldn’t stand it any longer. There was no time to listen to that little voice in the back of my mind that was trying to get me to slow down. I was full speed ahead.
Chapter 13
The limousine finally pulled up to the hotel and Marshall and I got out, making our way into the lobby. I was well aware that my hair was messed up and I had the look of somebody who had either had sex or was ready to.
Marshall and I made our way to the elevator, longing to get in there and away from the prying eyes that seemed to be watching us in the lobby. Once the doors closed and Marshall put his key into the slot for the VIP suites floor we began to kiss once again. He pressed my body against the glass of the elevator, letting his hands gently glide up my thigh to the place that I longed to feel them. I braced my hands on the brass bars that were on each side of the elevator, clutching them to keep my balance and give me an outlet for the intense feeling I had. I was to the point where his touch alone could nearly bring me to orgasm, something that I’d read about, but had never experienced.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Becca. I want to get you into that room right now and take you in every place I can find. I need you so bad, but…”
I immediately started to quiet Marshall by unzipping his jeans and sliding my hand in to feel his shaft, stroking it aggressively and not wanting to hear what would possibly come after that but. There were no buts tonight. It was our night and I was ready. I knew Marshall was ready too. This tension had been building for nearly a week now and it was something that demanded exploration.
Through my peripheral I noticed that the elevator door had opened, but then it shut again. Marshall must have realized it too because his long arms reached over and pressed the door open button and it opened again. He took my hand and guided me out of the elevator to the room, which was only two doors down. That was a good thing because I didn’t enjoy having his hands off of me. Every place that he’d touched me seemed to leave a tattoo of erotic sensation on my skin. I wanted more and needed more.
Once in the room Marshall and I headed right toward the bedroom. We remained standing while we undressed each other down. I looked at him, my hair now down and beginning to stick to my neck from the intensity of the foreplay we’d just been going through for the last hours. I studied Marshall’s naked body, thinking of it as the type of thing that was thought of by a sculptor—a perfect work of art and one that you longed to possess.
Marshall picked me up and laid me down in bed, slowly stroking my entire body, as if he was memorizing every detail of it. I tried to touch him back, but he wouldn’t let me, whispering that he just wanted to experience this, and please don’t interfere. I didn’t. Instead, I felt the passion that was emanating through him through his kisses.
For the longest time Marshall lingered on my breasts, kissing them passionately, making my nipples grow darker and more aroused with each touch of his lips. I’d never experienced such patient and seductive attention to my breasts for such a long period of time. I couldn’t believe how much I could sense all the nerve endings in them responding to the kisses, strokes, squeezes, and gentle bites. There was no rhyme or reason to it and the spontaneity and intrigue of what would happen next kept me so alert, making every touch seem more intense.
When Marshall would stop kissing and feeling my breasts he’d slowly go down between my legs and insert his fingers into me. I was so wet and needy. Each movement or flicker of his strong big hands would give me small spasms of utter delight. Then he’d take his finger and slowly trace down my stomach, starting between my breasts and ending just above my hips, blowing on the slight dampness that came from my longing for him. It was so amazing and the change in my body temperature from those cool spots to the rest of me, which was so heated, aroused me further. He knew everything and was showing me things that I’d never thought possible. My body responded like I’d never thought it would.
I could feel Marshall’s erect penis pressed against my thigh as he worked his magic all over my skin. He was eager for me and I sensed it was time. He slowly went on top of me and stared down at me. I couldn’t take his eyes off of him as he slowly slid toward me, beginning to enter me and give me what I’d been longing for.
It’s hard to say what he saw in my eyes, but something immediately changed in Marshall’s. He sensed hesitation in me and despite my desires to have him inside of me I knew it wasn’t time. That voice of reason in the back of my head had won out.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do that yet,” I said, hoping Marshall wouldn’t be too ticked at me for seeming like nothing more than a tease in that moment.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Marshall whispered. “Please let me please you. I want to please you so badly, see that beautiful look in your fiery green eyes as you accept the pleasure I can give you.”
I smiled, encouraging Marshall. I did want this and somehow this was acceptable, even if he entering into me wasn’t at that moment.
Marshall’s lips slowly traveled down my stomach until he reached my loins. He gently grabbed my legs and put them up toward my chest, reaching down and accessing me in the most intimate place with such gentle intensity that I immediately responded, shuddering from a slight orgasm that he gave me with his tongue in a matter of a minute. It was incredible.
I lay there, unable to move and only able to enjoy everything that Marshall did to me at that moment. His tongue would harden and slide in and out of me, creating tingles from its presence inside of me. The next minute it would slide out and he’d aggressively lick me, making me want to scream out from the amazing feelings that it brought out in me.
He was so masterful, showing that he knew exactly how to reach a woman in her most intimate spots with every part of his body. As he kept going I couldn’t help but continue to release, having the final explosion when he slid his tongue into me once again, while sliding his fingers into me and wiggling it until I came so hard that I couldn’t even say another word.
“How do you feel?” Marshall asked, coming up to kiss me gently on the lips.
“I...I…wow,” was all I could get out. I’d just experienced something that I didn’t even know was possible. It was at such a higher physically intimate level than anything I’d ever experienced before.