up, ripped his shirt off, toed off his shoes, and lowered his pants. He didn’t bother with underwear this evening. He walked towards the bed feeling like a man stalking his mate. He was going to show her he was the boss. He took the box of condoms out of the bedside table, stroking his cock as he watched her play with herself.
Samantha felt the wetness on her hands. “Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to join me?” Samantha lifted her fingers up to her mouth and sucked her fingers. “Damn I taste good!”
“You sure look good. I think I’ll take a taste for myself.” Allen lowered himself on his knees; stuck two fingers into Samantha’s wetness and piston them inside her. At one point he had three fingers in her tight sheath. She was close to coming and he wanted to taste her come. He licked her hairless mound and sucked her clit as she bucked against him before her orgasm hit. Samantha was right she did taste good. She was tangy and sweet, and she was his.
“Take me now Allen!”
He needed no further encouragement. Allen ripped open the tiny package of the condom an eased it up his swollen length. Then he put her legs around his waist and penetrated her wetness. “Damn you’re tight; it’s been a long time since you had sex.”
Samantha was meeting him stroke for stroke. “It’s been a while, you’re hardly the first but you’re definitely the best so far. Fuck me harder!”
Allen pounded into her pussy as if he couldn’t get enough. Samantha yelled his name as she came again and he came shortly after. He lay on top of her trying to catch his breath. Both of them were breathing hard like they just ran a race. “I don’t think I can get enough of you. Stay with me tonight.”
It didn’t escape Samantha’s notice that he was telling her to stay, not asking. “That was my plan all along.”
Allen slowly pulled out of her body. He got rid of the used condom and came back to the bed. “Not only do I want you to stay the night, I’m afraid I might not let you go in the morning.”
Samantha was surprised to see Allen’s semi-erection. “I love a man with a fast recovery time.”
“I’m glad because I have plenty of fantasies involve your tight pussy and your ass.”
“Ooh I like it when you talk dirty, let the games begin.”
***
Allen was in the shower as Samantha slept, he knew she was tired because he kept her busy all night long. Damn he felt good. He knew she was scheduled to leave sometime today and he hoped that he could talk her into staying a few extra days.
They deserved that time together. He had one-night stands before, but he never invited the women back to his hotel or his home. Allen didn’t want to have a scene or face an angry woman who felt like she’d be cheated. He hadn’t spent the night with someone since his college days.
He liked his space and he didn’t want a woman cluttering up his life. The problem with Samantha would be getting her to cling a little harder. He better hurry up, or his stubborn female may wake up and sneak out. They didn’t talk much about the future, but he definitely wanted a relationship. They would find a way to make their long distance romance work.
He got out of the shower and walked back into the room and found the bed empty. “Samantha! Damn it Samantha you weren’t supposed to leave!”
Allen picked up the phone called the front desk to get Samantha’s room number. He slammed the phone back in the cradle, shit he didn’t even know her last name. Allen was flooded with several emotions at once: fear, pain, and anger, he chose to focus on the anger. If Samantha left the hotel she had better have a damn good reason. There better be a message waiting for him or there would be hell to pay.
Allen called the front desk to see if Samantha left him a message. To his disappointment, there were no messages for him; she just took off like a