Meghan’s story
Z i pushed me into the room, not bothering to close the door. The weight of her hands on my waist as she kissed me was bruising. The pressure of her lips on mine, her legs on my thighs...
Everything was bruising.
She kissed like an action hero; she kissed me like I had a pocket full of change and she had a bad habit to support. I tried to pull away and her grip tightened, pushing into me like I was clay.
I gasped and she filled that space, too.
She kissed me until my mouth grew languid and soft and I just propped my head against the wall and took it, mouth gaping, tiny little whimpers coming from me.
When her hand slid up the hem of my dress I tried to stop her. “They’re right out there.”
She paused, shivering against my neck, “Say your safe word Meghan, or shut the fuck up.”
Well… fair enough.
I was dripping wet, her hand sliding into my panties. She pushed inside and I bit my lip as she rocked me.
“You are so fucking wet. So accommodating. I wonder what else can fill you, Meghan.”
“I’m fine actually, with, um, with what we were doing.”
She pulled away from me, eyes dark and playful. “We have something to finish, don’t we?”
Shit. Fuck that... I wasn’t ready to revisit our interrupted game. Not yet.
“Zi. Let me see the welts.” My breath turned shaky as I thought about her backside. “I need to see them.”
I thought she was going to ignore me, grab one of her toys as she has promised to do in the hotel room. But she stared at me, expressionless. Turned around and unclasped her buckles.
I pulled her pants the rest of the way down, shuddering when I caught the first glimpse of them. The raised red lines, the width of my little finger, started at the base of her spine and were interspersed with little shapes that looked like circles, or hearts.
At her hips I tucked my fingers in her panties, pink this time, and slid them down. The lines were so even, it would have matched a long thick grate. I touched one and she hissed.
I blinked. Why did I like the sound of that? I touched another one, harder and she moaned, gyrating a bit.
My throat caught.
“Against the wall, Azina.” She did propping her head on her arm, eyes closed. “You have lotion in here?”
She pointed to the nightstand. I opened and nearly whistled at the variety of selection. I picked a thick buttery lotion, smelling of almonds and cocoa and returned to Zi, kneeling.
I kissed the top of her left cheek, then the right.
She was breathing hard, head down.
I started at the very bottom, my fingers covered in the lotion. I traced each welt, not gently.
“Spread your legs.”
She looked at me then, something glittering in her eyes as she shifted her stance.
The wetness on the inside of her thigh made me press harder, starting back at the bottom of her ass, circling the welts with the pads of my thumbs. Her moans were soft and constant, hips moving gently. I reached the top and kissed the dimples at the small of her back.
Her entire ass was red now and shining with the thick cream. My God, she was gorgeous.
Now what? Did I want to…? I looked at the inviting roundness two inches from me.
Yeah, I did.
I spread her cheeks abruptly, my tongue darting in. She gasped, gripping the chair rail on the wall. I pushed my face in further, almost burying myself in the curves of her ass, slipping my tongue into the clenching circle. She tasted of almonds and honey. Damn, was every part of her so delicious? I moaned into her ass, flicking the length of it.
She shuddered and pushed back, needy. So I snuck one arm between her slick thighs, grabbing the chair rail on the wall and she rubbed herself along it — rough, long strokes. Her breath alternating hiss and moans, muscles quivering.
Fuck, yes. More .
With one free hand I squeezed her welted ass, pushing my tongue back inside her. Pushing deep. I fucked her as hard as I could, timing my thrusts with the