Runaway Pleasures (Complete Series)

Lisa Cuff

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older.

#1: Hotel Sex With My Crush

Thomas walked me backwards until my knees hit the edge of the bed. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down with me. Our bodies hit the bed with a soft thud and we continued. His hips had positioned between my legs, which were wrapped around his torso. Our hands were caught in each other's hair, begging and pleading for more. Without even realizing it, my hands were on his back, and searching for an entrance underneath. They found an opening above his belt and scratched at the soft muscly flesh. Thomas turned his head to my neck and kissed it in all different direction. Butterflies and lightening shot straight up into my stomach. I closed my eyes and succumbed to the sensation of his kisses. My nails dug deeper into his back, waiting for a release.

My shirt flew off of me in a flash. I reciprocated the gesture and his shirt landed right next to mine. A strong chest bulked out from the tan skin that lay before my eyes. He stared down at me, analyzing every single detail. My privates were blazing like a wildfire in a forest. This fire was not to be merely put out with water, but to be put out at the source. As if reading my mind, Thomas slid his hand down my pants and touched me. I groaned with pleasure as he swirled my clitoris and lips around in small circles. My God, this felt so good. His strong fingers were gentle on the sensitive nerves, but they knew how to do the job. I gripped the sheets and began to move my hips against his fingers. His fingers were now inside of me and thrusting back and forth against my G-spot. I felt so vulnerable, but so ready to be at the top. Energy was beginning to build up in my nerves throughout my body. He was going a little bit faster, but slowed down every so often.

After a while, he stopped and unleashed the buttons on my pants. I wrangled out of them, to help him realize that this is what I wanted. I grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him towards me, undoing the zipper and button. I pulled them down to mid-thigh and he finished the job. His every move was like that of a God. Thomas knew what he was doing, which made me feel so much better. I hadn't a clue as to what to do after the little make out.

"You're so ready, Emma." He commented. I stared up at him as my breathing became heavier.

"Yes, I want you." I simply said. What was I to say that would make this moment better? Nothing, at all.