Thrown Together (Closed for Opensesame54321)

She smiled as Matthew took over, and suddenly she found herself on the bottom and he was slowly sliding his cock into her needy slit. The low moan that issued from her lips was cut off halfway as she watched him grab his phone. Her first though was that he was going to take a video, which was something she didn't want. Was he calling someone? "Hey, I'm fucking a lady I just met!" She had not pegged him for that kind of behavior.

When he laid the phone back down and explained what he had done, the rest of the moan came out, along with a mischievous smile.

She slowly began a languorous undulation of her hips, almost as if belly dancing for his cock. She could feel it slide in and out, rubbing along the slippery walls that sheathed his cock. Periodically, she would tighten those muscles, giving it a playful squeeze. She ran her fingers up his arms, across his shoulders and down his chest, tweaking his nipples before running her hands over his chest, feeling the muscles that lay beneath the surface.

The look he gave her as he fucked her made her want him all the more and she wrapped her arms around his neck until he was close enough that she could stick out her tongue to lick his lips. Soon they were locked in a passionate kiss, tongues slowly slipping and sliding against each other and exploring each other's mouth. She broke it off, searching and finding his ear to suck in his earlobe, all the while moaning low in his ear as the slow fuck continued.
 
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Matthew matched Vanessa's undulations with similar moves of his own, slowly bumping up against her pussy or grinding his hips in a circular motion. He had often thought of slow dancing as fucking standing up; this felt exactly like what he had imagined. He had to steel himself so that he wouldn't cum for those occasions when she tightened her pussy wall muscles. When she did he bumped her back a little harder, but not enough to violate the "slow dance" restriction.

Vanessa's initiation of slow, but passionate tongue kissing, challenged Matthew's ability to control himself. He loved to tongue kiss and it always seemed to him like a lovers' wrestling match that either presaged or paralleled the movements of their locked bodies while fucking. When Vanessa broke the kiss to tease his earlobe with her tongue pulled one of her breasts close enough to his mouth that he could return her tease, flicking his tongue over her hard, engorged nipple.

Matthew never had an excellent sense of time passage. He was often wrong about how long something had taken or not taken. It seemed to him that they must have been slow fucking long enough now that the alarm was only a few seconds away, but he couldn't be sure. They might have several minutes left. He had always wanted to actually try this game that he had imagined, but now he wasn't so sure. The anticipation was both wonderful and damn near killing him.
 
"Damn, Matthew, you fuck soooo good," Vanessa whispered in his ear. It was all she could do not to cum as each grind Matthew made was against her clit. His slow fuck was turning her on, and every time he bumped her, her breath would catch in her throat. Every slow thrust would seem to hit a different spot within her - one time it would slowly drag his cock along her g-spot, another time it would poke against her cervix.

Her hands ran along his back and as he latched onto her tit, she arched her back, giving him access so he could tease it with his mouth. He bit lightly on her areola and she moaned, her pussy tightening in answer to it. Then his tongue flicked the nipple and she almost came right there.

"Damn! Ahhhhhhh!" She groaned.

Her hands drifted down to his buttocks, kneading the muscles there.

Suddenly, the phone alarm went off.
 
Having his hand on Vanessa's tit was high erotic pleasure for Matthew, but when her pussy muscles tightened in response, he had to grit his teeth to not cum. By then his muscles were so tense from his restraint that he almost didn't even feel her hand squeezing his butt.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!

The alarm sound was like letting go of a coiled spring. Matthew jerked his hips back so fast that his cock was only fractions of an inch from falling out of Vanessa's pussy. He thrust back into her with a force so strong that he heard one of the bed slats crack under his weight. The sound of their skins slamming into each other was loud enough to be heard outside if anyone had been there, but that sound was nothing compared to the loud groans that simultaneously escaped both of their throats.
 
"Fuck!" She sound of the cracking bed slat registered in the back of her mind. She dug her fingers in his ass, thrusting up to meet him thrust for thrust. Her legs came up to wrap around his ass just below where her fingers gripped, helping to thrust him into her.

The slow build up meant that she was not that far from cuming and every slap of his body shocking her clit. She was so close so she clamped down on his cock, giving his cock more friction as she hung on, trying not to lose it. She wanted to reach an orgasm when he did.

Each thrust, her breast bounced, giving Matthew a show as the harder they fucked, the harder the bounced.

She could hear that the wet sounds of their sex was loud and she knew that when she came, it would be big. Maybe the biggest she had ever had. This guy had seemed to know how to push her buttons.

She pushed her hips up, slamming into him, his cock slamming into her, deep and hard. Her breath caught and she managed to pant out, "Honey, I'm... I'm... Almost.. Oh God..."
 
Honey, I'm... I'm... Almost.. Oh God...

If Matthew hadn't heard Vanessa's loud pant, he would have cum anyway. He was just too close, but her gasp egged him on even further. In one quick move he pulled out of her almost all of the way, grabbed her hair tightly in one hand, slammed his mouth down on hers, and lunged into her so hard that the bed slats finally gave way, caused the mattress to collapse onto the floor.

Matthew exploded into Vanessa harder than he remembered ever doing before, his whole body one set of spasming muscles. With what little breath he had left, Matthew shouted, "Yes. Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Oh, Vanessa, Yes! Yes! Yes!"
 
His mouth came down hard on hers as he slammed into her and she came, screaming into his kiss. It was a good thing as someone in the next room would have thought someone was being murdered. The bed collapsed and once again she was on the floor but at least this time there was a mattress beneath her.

She came and her pussy squeezed so tight on his cock, trying to milk every bit of cum from that pole fucking her. She felt his cum splash deep in her, it's warmth setting off more orgasms until all she could do was hang on tightly to Matthew as each thrust he made went deeper and harder into her.

She heard Matthew shout but she was too breathless to say anything. She just hung on and tried not to pass out from the sheer ecstasy of it.
 
They laid there for a good two or three minutes before either of them had enough breath to speak. Matthew's body and energy were so spent that he felt like a boneless chicken. Raising himself up just high enough to look into Vanessa's eyes he said quietly, "That was the best sex I have ever had. You are one hell of a lover."

Matthew slipped out of Vanessa and rolled off onto his side waiting to see what her response would be. He was beginning to really like this woman, and he wasn't sure that it was entirely physical.
 
Vanessa lay there trying to get her strength back.

"That was the best sex I have ever had. You are one hell of a lover."

She reached a hand up and stroke his chest.

"That was the best sex I ever had too. Damn, we even broke a bed!" He slipped out of her, rolling over on his side and looked at her. She rolled over into him, caressing his cheek. "You know how to show a woman a good time." She leaned over, giving him a kiss. "Thank you. You are one hell of a lover too."

She leaned into him. He had just fucked her till she almost passed out and yet she wanted more if him. And not just sex. She wanted to spend the rest of their confinement in this small town with him. And not for his room. But because there was something about him that drew him to her. She loved him fucking her hard. But she had seen that he could do soft. She wanted to sleep in his arms. She wanted to have him wake her up with morning sex. To laugh with him. To...

She stopped her thoughts. They had had sex twice and broke a bed and here she was planning her future. That wasn't like her. She was usually the one that put in kibosh on such things.

Right now, she wanted to sleep in his arms.
 
Not surprisingly, Matthew was pretty tired. They had had a very vigorous workout, even though that wasn't exactly the goal. On top of that he had had several drinks not much more than an hour ago, and it was getting late.

Matthew excused himself and got up of the bed quietly, went into the bathroom, used the facilities, and did a little more spot cleaning with a hot washcloth. Returning to the room he switched back off the light that he had turned on previously. The room was once again bathed in moonlight. Given the two rounds of sex that they had had, sleeping in the buff seemed perfectly natural.

Matthew crawled back onto the mattress, laid down next to Vanessa, and slid his arm under her shoulders. Pulling himself up slightly he kissed her softly on her forehead. Laughing just a little he commented, "No offense or anything, but you kind of wore me out. I need to rest. Goodnight, Vanessa. We can talk in the morning."
 
She snuggled up against him, loving the feel of his skin against hers. She didn't realize how tired she was but she fell asleep curled up in his arms.

She did wake up about an hour later needing to use the bathroom. When she came back out, she stood for a moment looking at him as he slept. The light from the bathroom showed his body and she smiled. How had she been lucky enough to be placed at his table?

She turned out the light and crossed back to the bed, the mattress resting on the floor. She crawled back into bed. In his sleep he turned into her, pulling her into his arms. She heard his heartbeat as her head lay on his chest. She was asleep in no time.
 
Matthew's eyes drifted open as the soft, early morning light crept through the sole window in the motel room. He awoke slowly, having slept soundly since falling asleep with his arm around Vanessa's shoulder. They were arranged differently now, each lying on their backs, their sides touching lightly.

Looking over at Vanessa Matthew was reminded of how hot a body she had. How could he forget? He had fucked her hard twice in one night, her beautiful body wrapped tightly around his, but seeing her again reawakened those images and desires. As Matthew lay there allowing his thoughts about Vanessa to wander, he sensed that she was stirring, awakening slowly as he had just done only minutes before.

Matthew rolled onto his side facing Vanessa and propped himself up on one elbow, waiting for her to open her eyes. As she did and she began to rouse, he lowered himself enough to kiss her gently on her lips. It was impossible not to think of the movie and legend of Sleeping Beauty and, like the legend, after he kissed her, Vanessa awoke completely.

Unlike the Disney movie as soon as Vanessa was fully awake, Matthew smiled and said. "So, what's your preference, Vanessa, would you like to fuck before or after breakfast?"
 
Vanessa was having a wonderful dream- all about sex and Matthew. Slowly she awoke to being kissed, Matthew grinning at her. She stretched, like a cat, and thought about the lovely way he had greeted her this morning. This was something she could get used to. She quickly reminded herself that this was probably just a temporary thing. Once the way was clear, they would probably wind up going their separate ways.

She smiled at his question. For her, there was only one answer. She rolled over to lean into him.

"Both," she smiled as she kissed him. "I'm greedy."
 
Both, I'm greedy.

Given Vanessa's reply, the only question that Matthew had was what kind of sex to initiate. "Why not just start and see where it goes," Matthew concluded. He rolled over to her so t hat their bodies were completely aligned side-to-side, leaned in, and kissed her firmly, sliding his tongue teasingly in between her lips.
 
She drew into him, kissing him back, opening her mouth to him as the feel of him against her body turned her on. She wrapped her leg around his body, feeling his cock brushing up against her slit. The top of his cock rubbed back and forth along it gathering moisture. She smiled at him. She moved her hips, causing her clit to drag along its top, sending shivers up her spine. Then back along her puffy lips, her cream slipping and sliding along as she felt every inch of his stiff mast.

"Oh honey, I think that maybe you're glad to see me." She rubbed her tits against his chest. "How about we take a shower before going to get breakfast."
 
The idea of sex in the shower set Matthew on fire. He had experienced this pleasure only a couple of times before. He stood up, took Vanesa by the hand and led her into the bathroom. Fortunately enough other guests must have been showering recently, such that there was no need to wait long for hot water.

Matthew quickly adjusted the shower water hot enough to steam up the shower stall, but not quite hot enough to be uncomfortable. Taking Vanessa by the hand he pulled her into the cramped shower, pushed her up against the back wall, his stiff cock pressed firmly against her belly, and kissed her deeply.
 
The shower tile on the shower wall was cool as Matthew pressed her up against it. The warm water poured over them as his kisses heated her up. The water from the shower wasn't the only thing wet - she was aching for him as her hand slipped between them. Grabbing his cock, she began to stroke it, feeling it throbbing in her hand.

She smiled at him. "Oh baby. Don't you want me to bathe you? Or fuck? Or both?"
 
Oh baby. Don't you want me to bathe you? Or fuck? Or both?

"Soap us both up, rinse us off, then we'll fuck with the water wetting down our bodies."
 
Vanessa laughed, grabbing the soap and wash cloth. Getting it all nice and soapy, she turned Matthew around and began washing his back. She started at his shoulders, letting the soap and water run down his body as both of her hands, with one holding the cloth, slowly travel down his body. She delighted feeling his body, especially as she reached the small of his back.

She leaned in, rubbing her breast against his soapy back as she cleaned up both of his sides. Getting more soap on the rag, she reached for his butt. She began to massage those great muscles before slipping a soapy hand between them to wash his crack, massaging and cleaning that wrinkled star back there.

"All better? We're almost halfway there and then I'll let you clean me. Okay?" She knelt down behind him washing the back of his strong legs.

Standing back up, she turned him around and kissed him deeply before soaping the cloth back up. She began washing Matthew's arms, then onto his chest, massaging the soap around and down his stomach. She knelt down, cleaning his legs. Finally she soaped up her hands and, standing up, began washing his cock. One hand massaged his sac while the other one began stroking his cock, sliding up and down, stroking him. Then both hands, all soapy, she worked getting his cock "clean."

She handed the cloth to him. "Now, you can clean me," she said with a grin.
 
Matthew realized that to keep this scenario on track he should wash Vanessa's body as thoroughly and deliberately as she had washed his, but Vanessa's stroking of his cock had him so hot that he knew he couldn't move very slowly.

Taking the washcloth from Vanessa he soaped it up and began rubbing down her body, starting with her neck and shoulders. Standing face-to-face his arms were long enough to periodically run the washcloth around parts of Vanessa's back, as well as her front. Matthew lavishly ran the soapy cloth over her naked breasts, being sure to tease her hard nipples as much as possible. The hot, steamy water rinsed the soap off of both of them within seconds after being applied.

When Matthew worked the cloth down to Vanessa's waist he made it soapier and reached around to the small of her back. Gasping from both the steam and his own arousal he teased, "Got to be sure that your beautiful ass is nice and clean now, don't we." Keeping the washcloth in one hand, Matthew slid both of his hands behind her ass and pulled them tightly together, his rock-hard cock pressing tightly against her lower abdomen. "Any other parts we should be sure to take care of?", he gasped, as he forced them into a deep kiss.
 
She kissed him back, leaning into him and rubbing her body against the hard cock against her abdomen. The water beat a sexy tattoo against their skin and she was so turned on by this shower. The way he had washed her ass, his soapy play with her breast, all left her turned on and needing his cock.

"I do have a deep itch that needs scratching." She smiled. "I'm in your hands." She said as her hands gripped his ass, loving the feel of those muscles in her hands.
 
By this time the shower stall walls were soaked with the hot steam from the shower and a little soapy from the soap that the two of them had been throwing around. Matthew had Vanessa pinned against one of those two wet walls. His hands on Vanessa's ass were in perfect position to slide her up the wall. Holding onto her tightly as he slid down some Matthew used his powerful legs to lift Vanessa until where her legs that were wrapped around him were just below his chest.

Matthew was strong enough to hold Vanessa in that position with one hand while using his other hand to position the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, now wet both with the hot shower water and her own secretions. Slowly he relaxed the arm muscles of his other hand, causing Vanessa to slide down the wet wall while burying his cock deep inside her.

Through the steam of the shower and their passion, Matthew gasped, "Go, baby! I can't wait much longer"
 
Vanessa almost came just sliding down onto his cock. She threw her head back, eyes closed and a loud moan issued from her lips. Matthew began to thrust up into her, her back against the shower wall and her legs wrapped around him. With her arms around his neck, she kissed him, her tongue playing with his as the water drenched them.

He was deep in her, gravity aiding in her impalement on his cock. Her breast were so sensitive and the water hitting them and her tits rubbing against his chest, she felt the ripples starting as she came, her moans drowned out by the sound is the shower and their fucking. She kissed him hard, her tongue plunging deep in his mouth.
 
Vanessa's loud moan made it clear to Matthew that they didn't have far to go to cum. Summoning up as much strength as he could in the steamy shower, he thrust up into her hard, repeatedly. Vanessa's ardent tongue kissing drove him on.

He felt Vanessa's orgasm before he heard her moan through the shower water. With her impaled on him, her spasms squeezed Matthew's cock hard, again and again. It took only the first one to make Matthew explode into Vanessa like a volcano. His body began to wrench so much that he feared that the would fall over and injure themselves.

Matthew kept Vanessa pinned to the wall until both of their bodies stopped their spasms. With what little strength he had left, he slid her up the wall just enough while he slid down to disentangle them. With both of their feet on the floor and both of their bodies soaking wet under the shower, Matthew smiled softly, "Hungry for breakfast?"
 
She felt him cum and hung on tight for the ride until he finally set her feet safely on the shower floor. She didn't know how Matthew had managed to do what he had just done. He had to be starving after all the energy he had used. She smiled at him, kissing him before whispering in his ear, "You are so fucking sexy."

Climbing out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and handed it to him while grabbing another one to dry herself off. She was starving herself and she didn't want to look at him or she was afraid that she would jump him, wanting to fuck him some more. She did sneak glances at him as they dried off, and had to keep a tight rein on her thoughts.

She slipped on clean underwear, a blue top and her jeans again. Her hair was still damp but she didn't mind. She didn't want to hold up breakfast. It took some hunting but she finally found her shoes and grabbed her purse.
 
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