A waiter brought a menu over and I went for the drinks menu. I needed another drink to possibly wrack up the courage to ask him to, no, beg him to fuck me.

I ordered another whiskey, knowing that anything less would mean I end up in the bathroom for the wrong reasons.

He ordered gracefully, like everything he does, and turned towards me. I saw him eye my skirt, that managed to ride up my legs.

“I love the candles” I said, turning to him.

“I thought you would. I like the ambiance here.” He was smiling.

“I stay here, every time” he continued and I realized this was the hotel that he stayed at, so he obviously had a room.

He had a room! Is that why he brought me here? To do what I so badly want him to do?

“Are the rooms any good?” I asked, my mind starting to wander again.

“Yeah, they’re great” his eyes darted up from my skirt. “Maybe we can tour a room” he wore his playful, sideways smile as he took a sip from the drink that the waiter placed in front of him.

I wasn’t sure if I was drunk or if he really was hinting at going upstairs to his room.

I laid back and put one leg on the other and tried to calm the throbbing veins inside me.

I felt dampness under my skirt and worried that it would show, so I slightly shifted in my chair.

“Maybe you should...” please take my hint and give me a tour, a tour of your gorgeous self.

He smiled some more.

I took my glass and gulped down half of it and placed it on the table with a thud.

“Wow. Slow down there...” he said laughing.

Since my second glass, my thoughts have been hazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, holding me down and pounding into me.

“Right.” I said, disappointed that he didn’t pursue the tour idea.

“Do you want to tour the rooms now?” He asked, still laid back, with the drink in hand.

“Yeah, sure” I must have lit up, because he immediately stood up to leave.

I saw him catching glances of my skirt, and my exposed bra strap as he waved at one of the people in a near by table.

He motioned me to come and I stood up, glad that I did, because I was wet. It would have been embarrassing to walk away with a huge wet spot on my skirt. I walked behind him, trying not to stumble because the view of my room was not staying still. When we were finally out, he motioned at a few people in black jackets that he’s going up.

I had no idea who these people were, all I knew was that he had a sexy jacket on and I’m regrettably close to ripping it off of him in front of all these people.

I was so wet when we walked up to the elevator that I felt it dripping down my naked thighs. Where’s underwear when you need it! Oh right. I voluntarily took those off back in the office. Hope no one goes digging around in there.

The elevator dinged and finally he and I were away from all the people that were in the hallway.

He stood next to me, shoulders wide and his perfectly shaped body making me go wild. I wasn’t looking directly, but again I noticed that bulge in his pants and wondered if sex was in my future.

He got off the elevator, and walked to the room at a fast pace.

I could feel my wetness rubbing away as I walked.

He swiped the card in a quick motion and opened the door. Before he even closed the door he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him and looked me in the eyes. His face was literally inches away from me and my hard nipples were pressed against him.

I took this as the sign I was drunkenly looking for, and closed the few inches and kissed him. His arms reached by back and I pressed against him kissing him wildly. I heard the door slam, and he took things up a notch.

Still kissing, he unbuttoned his shirt and I unzipped his pants that was currently holding off an explosive erection.

When my hands got a hold of him finally, I stroked at a speed that I need him sliding inside me. He pulled off the kiss, stepped on his pants to get out and picked me up sideways as I shrieked.

His laugh made me want him, now! He placed me on the bed and grabbed a condom at top speed.

He got on the bed and I pushed him down as he put the condom on. I was still fully clothed, sans underwear, so I pulled my skirt up and jumped on him. I clenched my teeth as I waited till he put the condom on, impatiently. I was dripping wet. He pulled me in and placed me on his erection and he slid into me with one fast thud, completely filling me. We both let out a deep groan, a release of pent up need. I started moving slowly, feeling all of his grooves inside me. He was bigger than my vibrator and certainly the biggest I’ve ever had in me.

I moved, my tight innards screaming with pleasure.

His face, just as I imagined, had a look of pure satisfaction that in itself could give me an orgasm.

His hands held my mid thighs pulling me up and down. His touch sent spikes of electricity all over my already excited body.

I leaned in and sped up my game.

“Oh my god Melody...” he moaned as I moved up and down as fast as I could. I worked out all the feelings I stored inside me since I saw him.

Suddenly, he paused and twisted me around. This time, I was under him. Clenching his teeth in a sexy smile, he grabbed my thighs and pulled me into him. I moaned, when he filled me in and more. Holding my thighs back, he pounded into me so hard my screams were shaking.

“Fuck!” I called out and dug my nails into his back trying to pull him in.

I screamed as he went on to pound me faster and faster.

When I was so close to a mind numbing orgasm, he pulled out and twisted my drunk self around so I was on my knees.

It was disappointing, but before long, he held me down and thrusted into me from behind, hitting my spot. A few more poundings, and my elbows gave out because it felt so good. But he kept going. He thrusted in and out of me so fast, hitting the perfect spot every time.

My screams wavered as my legs started shaking and this time, I cummed, and it was better than my almost orgasm I thought I had before.