One Night Stand | By : MissLizzie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Take That Views: 1072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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ONE NIGHT STAND
I moaned into his ear as finally, he released me. Waves of pleasures washing over me, that few seconds of oblivion, total unawareness but your own satisfaction.
I gasped for air and swallowed, my throat was dry and my breath was fast, just like my heart beating.
He pulled out of me and I grunted in objection, I lay on my back as his long, lean body lay sprawled on top of me. His head resting against my raging heart, his legs tangled with mine. I could feel how the warmth of his breath grazed my left nipple and I shivered. My fingers played with his hair and my nails softly traced the muscles in his back.
“Good?” he asked, almost forcefully.
I swallowed once more, wetting my lips. I was so thirsty.
“You know,” my breath was still too fast to speak properly, “you never ask your one night stand if it was good.”
He didn’t reply. My finger curled in his hair.
“What it is like, to be able to have anybody you want, anytime you want?” I asked, still wondering as to how I ended up here, with Jason Orange.
I could have said no, of course. But what would you do, if you were sat in a bar of a hotel in a different country and he would’ve come up to you and offered you a drink. And then some more drinks. I was astounded he flirted with me so openly, making sure I got his intentions perfectly clear. I was unsure what to do with it though until the moment came where he waited for me outside the toilets, pushing me back against the wall and running his hands under my skirt without further a due. I would’ve let him have me right there and then, thankfully he was gentleman enough to guide me to his hotel room.
“It makes me feel I’m not doing that bad for a 38 year old single man.” He replied, slightly sarcastic.
I said nothing. My throat was still dry like an Egyptian desert and my bladder was doing SOS signs to my brain. If I didn’t go to the bathroom I’d burst.
I wriggled from underneath him, and swaggered towards the bathroom. Unsteady, from all the drinking and with my head a little fuzzy, I searched for a light switch. I missed it the first time, my fingers trembled that bad.
I softly closed the door behind me and sat on the toilet. Of course, unable to pee. I had to turn on the water in the sink to be able to go. Damn those stupid tricks of the brain.
I drank a little water and returned to the room, standing there, lingering in front of the bed, naked and a little cold.
“Look, if you want me to go, I will go you know.” I said. Feeling shy suddenly I avoided his eyes looking up to me, even in the dark I could see his blue eyes shine in my direction.
“You don’t have to go,” he said simply.
I got back into the bed and he welcomed me into his arms, throwing the sheets over me and positioning ourselves like spoons, his strong chest against my back, his legs kissing my calves and his feet feeling up my toes. I could feel his penis against my buttocks and a little tickle of lust travelled through my stomach.
He nuzzled his mouth against my neck and his free hand traced my body, from my upper leg, to my thigh, my hip, I shivered when his fingers delicately touched that sensitive spot on my sides, how he cupped my breast, running a quick thumb over my nipple and then settling his hand somewhere in my hair.
His tongue tasted the outline of my ear and I felt how at the same time I felt so tired but so turned on. It felt like my heart rate had only been back to normal for a few seconds and now it was rising again.
“You don’t even know my name,” I managed to whisper as he his hands went on more explorations, bucking my back involuntary against his chest as he found multiple erogenous spots.
“I don’t need your name to fuck you,” he said with a hoarse voice and I felt him growing hard against my buttocks. I’m normally not a girl for dirty talk but hearing him say those utterly obscene words to me, drove me mad with lust.
His leg pushed between my legs and his fingers found their way towards my still wet centre. His thumb grazed my still painfully swollen clit and I knew I wasn’t going to last very long this time.
“Is that a promise?” I panted as he slid inside me with great ease, it fitted so perfectly.
“Oh yes,” he sighed.
Moments later, his grunts were in perfect unison with his thrusts. His obvious pleasure turned me even more on and I felt how his hands clung onto my hips for balance. His chest was sticking to my back, his grunts filling my ears. I felt him move faster, heard how his breath became even more irregular, and when my toes started to tingle I knew he was about to come too.
I grabbed at his neck to steady myself, curved my back a little more to allow him that little extra access and he moaned in my neck. His muscles stiffened and my own orgasm was making me shake as he came inside of me, a grunt from deep down inside of him filled the room that now seemed to swirl around us.
“You tremble,” he whispered.
“That means it was good.” I replied.
~FIN~
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