Free What Love Looks Like by Lara Mondoux

to the hotel in ten minutes flat. He whisked me through the lobby and
pulled me into the fancy elevator, kissing me the entire way up to the ninth
floor. His hands wrapped around my waist, he pulled me in, tilting my chin
gently upward as his mouth made love to mine. He kissed with complete control,
and his slender body melded seamlessly with mine against the elevator wall.
    Jay slid the key
card into the tiny slot and opened the door of his hotel room. He led me inside
and seized me again by the waist. Before I knew it, I fell effortlessly down
onto the bed, with his hands all over my body and mine all over his. Both of us
were still fully clothed but exploring one another’s God-given crevices. Our
lips found each other’s once again, and he kept one hand cupped on my rear end
while the other held my face, seemingly fixed there permanently. I hadn’t felt that
turned on for as long as I could remember, and I savored the sensation of his
tongue digging into my neck, thrust after thrust, each time more stimulating
than the last . His scent was incredible.
It was clean but a little naughty, a fresh-from-the-shower essence with a hint
of his natural pheromones. The slight stubble of his five o’clock shadow gently
scratched my face, as if to remind me that he was a man and I was a woman. He
began to slip his hand up the inside of my thigh, but I intercepted it before
he made it all the way there.
    “I hate to sound
like a cliché,” I said breathily, “but I think we should take this slow.”
    “You’re so
fucking hot. I want you now. And I can tell you want me too.” He grabbed
between my thighs forcefully, indicating precisely how he knew I wanted him. I
was primed and ready for him, and he was aware of it.
    “I do want you,”
I said, gasping for air.
             “Okay,
then have me. I’m yours, baby.”
             His
mouth was inches from mine, and he kissed me vigorously between every word.
Every nerve in my body was on alert. My nipples were upright, and I was
drenched between my thighs. My body temperature rose as I contemplated how to
react. His words, I’m yours, baby, were enough to send me into the female version of premature ejaculation. We
were close enough that I could feel his erection through his clothes. He pushed
it into my leg, causing my objections to fade away more and more with each
passing second.
    He touched all
of the most sensitive parts of my body, not just the obvious places. He was
playing me like an instrument and hit every note with perfect pitch. I felt him
still throbbing beneath his pants, and I suddenly needed him inside of me. As
if on cue, he lifted my dress up and peeled it off my body, revealing just my
undergarments. I kicked my shoes off, flinging my legs through the air. He
kissed the whole of my neck and shoulders, and in the dim light I saw goose
bumps all over my skin. He unhooked my bra and pulled the simple black thong
I’d worn down my legs and tossed it into the darkness. He kissed me from my
décolleté all the way down to my navel. Then he performed seven minutes of
rapturous oral sex on me, which resulted in the purest orgasm I’d ever
undergone.
    “Holy shit,” I
said weakly.
    “Did you like
that?” His voice deep and raspy, his head peeking up from between my legs.
    “Uh huh.” I was
at a total loss for words.
             He
took a moment to remove his pants and underwear. He was naked now. His body was
incredibly sculpted and the only thing that protruded from it was the bulge
between his legs. He flipped onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I sat on
his lap, his erection beneath me, and after a moment of kissing and stroking
each other, I willingly slipped him inside. His penis was what I expected for
the size of his body. He wasn’t enormous, but he certainly got the job done. He
squeezed my breasts together hard and said how much he loved them. He
aggressively guided my hips as I moved up and down on top of him. I loved