Warnings: NSFW, strictly above 18
In this quarantine period, to lighten up your moods I came up with this hot steamy one shot. Here it goes....
It had been a long week for Drake and me. We had been quite busy the whole week and decided it would only be responsible to take ourselves away for some quiet time.
We checked ourselves into a quaint hotel and spa, located a couple of hours out of main city. The first thing Drake wanted to do was get acquainted with the hotel restaurant, but I was adamant that we should check out spa. We compromised on the steam room, to sweat out some old, built-up toxins before indulging in dinner.
We parted for separate changing rooms. I’d brought a cute red bikini with me, which I was excited about using for the first time. When I met Drake in the steam room I noticed we were the only ones in there. His eyes lingered on my body lustily and I felt that surge of lusty feeling too.
I sighed and sat down next to him on one of the benches. I leaned my head back on the bench behind me and let my towel fall away.
“Feel good?” Drake asked.
“So good. I needed this.”
I opened one eye and peered at him. “You making fun?”
He leaned over and kissed me. When he sat back I noticed he still had his towel wrapped around his waist.
“You gonna take that off?” I asked, amused.
He laughed. “Ah, I wasn’t sure I should. Coz I am wearing nothing inside it…”
“You came in here naked?” I gasped in disbelief.
“Not naked, I’m wearing a towel!”
I shook my head and laughed. “Well, I mean, if you’re already naked anyway…” I trailed off suggestively and gave Drake a wink – I was a sucker for a naked Drake. He perked up at that and sat up. “Really, in here?”
The words came out of my mouth before I even thought about it. “More fun with a little risk anyway.”
I was going to see if I could lock the door, but then thought against it. The spa was so quiet, and if anyone walked in, at least it would be a funny story to remember in a few years…
Drake took off his towel and I could see that he was getting hard. This man really has the most beautiful cock. I guess it’s true what they say; when you’re in love with a man, you see his cock through rose-tinted glasses.
I pushed his legs apart, got down on my knees, and pushed on his chest so that he was leaning as far back on the bench as he could go. I offered him a smile and went in for a passionate, tongue-filled kiss. His lips were warm and steam-soaked.
While we were kissing he undid the back of my bikini top and let it fall to the ground. I moved downwards and enclosed my mouth on his half hard length.
Hearing him moan and seeing his pleasured expression whenever I looked up, got me more excited. Knowing he was turned on, turned me on. Perhaps it was also his attitude towards the act. He wouldn’t push my head down on him or try to direct me; he was appreciative of whatever I decided to offer, without expecting it.
Maybe that was what made me enjoy deep-throating him ever so.
I massaged his cock with my tongue, gently at first and then gradually with more pressure. I liked to tease him a little bit, moving my throat down as far as it could go, and then quickly back up again. He moaned softly and took hold of my hand, which had been squeezing his right thigh. We entwined fingers as I kept moving up and down, occasionally circling his foreskin lightly with my tongue.
After a few minutes, Drake pulled me off him and put his legs around my waist, bringing me in for another kiss. Before I knew what was happening he stood up, bringing me up with him. He spun me round, still kissing me, and lowered me down onto the bench.
This time it was his turn to push my legs apart. He gently massaged my thighs and slowly moved his hands up towards my vulva. He started off stroking my clit with his thumb, and then let his tongue take over.
His tongue moved up and down and side to side, changing up the tempo and pressure and then easing off to a soft, slow tickle. I held his head in one hand and sighed. Going from getting myself worked up on his cock to this – I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to come.
His tongue moved quicker, in circular motions and I could feel myself getting close. It was as if I was a pot of water that was building up and getting ready to boil over. I grabbed his hair and moaned loudly – far too loud for the public space we were in, but I didn’t care. I felt so good and I was prepared for all the world to know it.
Drake inserted a finger into me and his tongue turned ferocious on my clit, as if he was sustaining himself by consuming me. I couldn’t hold off any longer – in one big, long burst, my water boiled over and I came, panting and moaning loudly.
Drake kissed my inner thighs and pulled me close to him. His hard erection was teasing me. Then he playfully inserted his tip. He poked it in slightly, and then pulled it out. In, and out he teased me with his head. He knew that drove me wild.
I was tired of waiting. I begged him, “ Drakeee, please...”
Drake chuckled for a second, and then plunged deep inside me.
The gush of arousal I felt caused me to wildly swing my right arm back around his head for grip.
We were both focused on how intensely he was pumping behind me. I threw myself back towards him as quickly as he was thrusting himself forward. The friction was warm and wet. My goose bumps were gone, and I could feel a slight sweat building between us.
He reached around with one of his hands and circled my clit with his fingers like he was playing a video game. He knew just how to make me orgasm and we were well on our way.
He grabbed my breast with his another hand and massaged it to the beat of our laps smacking together, taking time to pinch nipple every few rounds.
“I’m almost there.” I announced breathlessly and starting to shake.
“I know. Come for me Baby. I want to you get off so bad.” he panted.
His words sent me over the edge. I threw myself back hard and paused, my vagina clenching down on him, quivering with excitement.
My body pulsed like a ticking clock as I climaxed. Drake held on to me tight until my tremors slowed. He kissed me passionately on the neck, licking the perspiration from my jawline. His pumping never slowed down. Now, it was his turn to experience the pleasure. I had to keep up with him for his fair share of excitement. However, I felt my knees weak. He was still pounding but now erratically.
“Baby, I am coming” he panted.
“Oh Drake, I love you. Do it for me”
Finally, it bursted out like hot magma and filled my pussy completely.
Some of it oozed out and flowed through my legs but I didn’t care. It felt like Drake’s love flowing through my body.
We finally turned to face each other, our cheeks flush from our frenzy.
I kissed him on the lips, feeling completely exhausted, and completely happy.
As I reflected back, I could not believe that we’d done that. Someone very easily could have walked in, particularly with my being so noisy, and the more I thought about it, the more thankful I was that no one else arrived while we did.
Later that night at dinner we clinked our whiskey glasses, toasting a busy week and an even busier first day of our mini-holiday.
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