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was spinning, my whole body reeling and arching into his
touch as Zack’s hands trailed over the curves of my body: touching and teasing
and exploring me. I felt and didn’t feel the hard door at my back; I was too
absorbed in the feeling of Zack’s body, muscled and hot, pressed along my
front. Zack broke away from my lips and I was panting, shivering, my pussy
already soaking wet. He dipped his head to the side and kissed along the column
of my neck, nuzzling me with his cheek and then teasing me with his lips and
teeth and tongue, finding every sensitive patch along my throat, my neck, my
collar bones, and driving me crazy with the worship of his mouth. I was moaning
out, twisting against the door, struggling to get better contact, to push my
hips down against his. I was burning up, my whole body going tense with need.
Zack’s hands slipped up underneath my tee shirt,
brushing against my bare skin, making the trembling in my arms and legs even
worse as I got more and more turned on by the moment. He began to slowly pull
my shirt up, dragging it against my skin, his fingertips gliding over my ribs,
past my breasts. I put my arms over my head and Zack barely broke away from my
neck to get my shirt over my head and throw it aside, uncaring of where it
landed. He brought his lips down on mine once more as his hands cupped my
breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of my bra, teasing me until my
nipples hardened to his touch, becoming firm little nubs straining at the
satiny material to try and meet his touch. I worked my hands down along his
back and found the hem of his shirt. I tugged mindlessly, distracted by the way
that Zack was touching me, almost unable to think from how turned on I was. I
wanted nothing more than for us both to be naked already, for Zack’s thick,
hard cock to be deep inside of me and for us both to be moving.
I somehow managed to get Zack’s shirt up and over
his head—I could never remember afterwards how exactly it finally came
together—and we spent a few more moments rubbing against each other, pressed
against the door to my hotel room, kissing each other’s lips, throats,
shoulders until I was in such a delirious state of arousal that I wasn’t even
sure I could manage to keep myself upright. Zack lifted me up into his arms and
carried me away from the door.
“Which one is yours?” he asked me breathlessly,
moving towards the beds.
I laughed, shaking my head at the silliness of the
situation. “The one farther from the door,” I told him, barely remembering. I
was sure that Jess would appreciate me not having sex on her bed—but I would
have easily done it without even thinking if Zack hadn’t asked the question.
Zack dropped me onto the bed and then climbed in
next to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly and then pinning me against the
down comforter. He kissed me again and the world spun around us as my hands
trailed over his back, down along his spine. I kneaded and rubbed Zack’s
shoulders as the kiss got deeper and deeper, as Zack went to work on the fly of
my jeans with hands much steadier than my own. Zack let out a groan as I worked
away at the tight muscles I found by touch in his back and shoulders, breaking
away from my lips to smile at me.
“Just like high school,” he murmured, before ducking
down to kiss a trail along the column of my throat.
He covered every inch of the top of my breasts in
kisses, reaching up to pull the cups down. I gasped as he latched onto my right
nipple with his lips, sucking and licking, sending jolts of electric pleasure
seemingly straight to my pussy, making it wetter and wetter, making my inner
muscles tighten convulsively with need. I lost all ability to think, trapped in
a world of sensations as Zack finally finished opening my fly and then tugged
my jeans down over my hips.
I kicked them the rest of the way down from my
knees, desperate for more contact between our bodies. I wrapped my legs around
Zack’s waist and
touch as Zack’s hands trailed over the curves of my body: touching and teasing
and exploring me. I felt and didn’t feel the hard door at my back; I was too
absorbed in the feeling of Zack’s body, muscled and hot, pressed along my
front. Zack broke away from my lips and I was panting, shivering, my pussy
already soaking wet. He dipped his head to the side and kissed along the column
of my neck, nuzzling me with his cheek and then teasing me with his lips and
teeth and tongue, finding every sensitive patch along my throat, my neck, my
collar bones, and driving me crazy with the worship of his mouth. I was moaning
out, twisting against the door, struggling to get better contact, to push my
hips down against his. I was burning up, my whole body going tense with need.
Zack’s hands slipped up underneath my tee shirt,
brushing against my bare skin, making the trembling in my arms and legs even
worse as I got more and more turned on by the moment. He began to slowly pull
my shirt up, dragging it against my skin, his fingertips gliding over my ribs,
past my breasts. I put my arms over my head and Zack barely broke away from my
neck to get my shirt over my head and throw it aside, uncaring of where it
landed. He brought his lips down on mine once more as his hands cupped my
breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of my bra, teasing me until my
nipples hardened to his touch, becoming firm little nubs straining at the
satiny material to try and meet his touch. I worked my hands down along his
back and found the hem of his shirt. I tugged mindlessly, distracted by the way
that Zack was touching me, almost unable to think from how turned on I was. I
wanted nothing more than for us both to be naked already, for Zack’s thick,
hard cock to be deep inside of me and for us both to be moving.
I somehow managed to get Zack’s shirt up and over
his head—I could never remember afterwards how exactly it finally came
together—and we spent a few more moments rubbing against each other, pressed
against the door to my hotel room, kissing each other’s lips, throats,
shoulders until I was in such a delirious state of arousal that I wasn’t even
sure I could manage to keep myself upright. Zack lifted me up into his arms and
carried me away from the door.
“Which one is yours?” he asked me breathlessly,
moving towards the beds.
I laughed, shaking my head at the silliness of the
situation. “The one farther from the door,” I told him, barely remembering. I
was sure that Jess would appreciate me not having sex on her bed—but I would
have easily done it without even thinking if Zack hadn’t asked the question.
Zack dropped me onto the bed and then climbed in
next to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly and then pinning me against the
down comforter. He kissed me again and the world spun around us as my hands
trailed over his back, down along his spine. I kneaded and rubbed Zack’s
shoulders as the kiss got deeper and deeper, as Zack went to work on the fly of
my jeans with hands much steadier than my own. Zack let out a groan as I worked
away at the tight muscles I found by touch in his back and shoulders, breaking
away from my lips to smile at me.
“Just like high school,” he murmured, before ducking
down to kiss a trail along the column of my throat.
He covered every inch of the top of my breasts in
kisses, reaching up to pull the cups down. I gasped as he latched onto my right
nipple with his lips, sucking and licking, sending jolts of electric pleasure
seemingly straight to my pussy, making it wetter and wetter, making my inner
muscles tighten convulsively with need. I lost all ability to think, trapped in
a world of sensations as Zack finally finished opening my fly and then tugged
my jeans down over my hips.
I kicked them the rest of the way down from my
knees, desperate for more contact between our bodies. I wrapped my legs around
Zack’s waist and
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