Feels Like The First Time

Jewelz steps off her red-eye, nerves buzzing, and hops in the first cab she sees. Halfway home she dials Robby for a quick face-check. His grin lights the screen, even though the connection hiccups every few seconds. "Holy crap, I missed you," she says, giggling while chewing a thumbnail. Robby laughs, promises her nothing feels weird, then lets slip he left a little surprise—"something she'll want to slip into right away." Her eyes go wide, cheeks flush pink, and the call drops when the tunnel swallows the signal. Door swings open and there it is: a low daybed smack in the middle of the hall, petals scattered like confetti, two silky, barely-there sets of lace waiting on the cushion. Jewelz peels out of travel clothes, slides the black see-through bra and matching crotch-less panties on, adjusts the straps so her nipples push against the mesh. She’s still fiddling with a hook when Robby appears at the top of the stairs in a rented tux, bow-tie crooked, smirk huge. "Damn, woman." He takes the last few steps fast. Their mouths crash together hard enough to click teeth; Robby tastes like the cinnamon gum he chews when he’s nervous. Hands roam—her fingers claw at satin lapels while his palms cup her ass, yanking her flush against the hard-on already tenting his slacks. Jewelz’s hips roll on instinct, grinding the lace against him, leaving a wet spot. He spins her, sets her down on the daybed. Petals stick to her bare thighs as she spreads for him. Robby peels the tux jacket off one shoulder, never breaking the kiss, and sinks two fingers under the crotchless panel. She’s soaked; one slick curl around her clit is all it takes for her to gasp his name. Her nails dig crescent moons into his shoulders while his thumb circles tighter, quicker. Jewelz fumbles his zipper open, wraps a fist around his cock, strokes until he swears under his breath and nudges her knuckles away. Robby lines up, sinks in one slow, thick push until her cunt swallows him to the hilt. They both groan. He pauses there, foreheads pressed, breathing into each other’s mouths. Then the rhythm starts—deep, rocking strokes punctuated by the wet slap of skin. The daybed creaks; rose petals fly like lazy snowflakes every time he drives in harder. Jewelz wraps her legs around his waist, heel digging into the small of his back, greedy for more. He palms one lace-covered breast, thumb flicking the stiff nipple until she shivers. The pace turns rougher, then sweet again; Robby drops kisses to her throat, her collarbone, the swell of her tits. Jewelz bucks beneath him, chasing the angle that taps her g-spot just right. When her orgasm hits, she drags him down by the hair and bites his bottom lip. Her walls clamp and flutter around his cock, milking him through it, and Robby follows two thrusts later, pulsing deep, moaning like the sound’s been trapped for weeks. Sweaty, half-laughing, they collapse tangled in lace and leftover petals. Robby brushes a stray curl off her damp forehead. Jewelz nips his ear, voice husky. "Next time warn a girl… or don’t."