Chapter 3: The Fire

Josh

Fatemah’s body, man. It was like years of keeping herself locked up had just made her explode with this wild freedom. Her olive skin gleamed under the city lights pouring through the hotel suite windows. I honestly couldn’t believe this was happening. An hour ago, I was a broke, roofless writer, and now I was in the arms of ... well, not a goddess, but a woman who seemed to have just about everything figured out.

I landed with a soft grunt as she pushed me onto the soft mattress. My freckled chest was bare for her to see. Her fingers traced the faint marks slowly.

“So delicate and yet so strong,” she murmured. Her fingers trailed over my lean muscles. She straddled me. Her silk-clad thighs pressed into my hips with her full weight.

I shivered under her intense gaze. My hands tentatively reached for her waist.

“Don’t hesitate,” she whispered. Her hands covered mine, guiding them upwards. “Touch me.”

My fingers trembled as her hands helped mine trace the curve of her breast. Her nipple stood firm under the fine silk. I traced them over her dress and held them gently between my fingers.

She arched back. “Yes,” she hissed. “Just like that.”

Bolder now, I moved my other hand up her leg, pushing the dress higher. My fingers explored her smooth skin and wet lace. She moaned and started rubbing against me. The pressure on my jeans almost sent me over the edge. Her breathy, desperate whimpers spun my head.

“Kiss me,” she demanded. Not waiting for my response, she leaned down to take my lips in a powerful kiss. Her tongue immediately tangled with mine.

She was like a force of nature pulling me in. I felt like I was right on the edge of breaking.

Reading my uncertainty, she pulled back. She unzipped her dress in swift and impatient pulls. The silk slid off, exposing her smooth skin and full breasts. Her hunger mirrored my own.

“Your turn,” she said, pulling my jeans and boxers down. My cock burst free, throbbing, and her long hand engulfed it in slow strokes. Her motions were smooth and firm, driving me wild with need.

“So eager,” she teased, her smile absolutely wicked. She swung a leg over, sitting above me. The tip of my cock teased against her slick heat. We both gasped. “Ready?” she asked, her eyes shining.

“We don’t have protection,” I whimpered, pulling my scrambled wits together.

“I haven’t been with anyone since my divorce. I’m clean and way too needy. What about you?” She asked in a shaky voice. Her pussy lips kept grinding on my cock.

“Been under a long dry spell...,” I mustered.

She rolled onto me smoothly, her tight pussy closing around my hard cock. It was too much. I had never known such an exquisite feeling. She was so hot and so perfect.

“Oh, Josh,” she gasped. Her voice was rough with need. She moved slowly at first. My cock was stretching her to the limits.

“You are ... too big,” she moaned. Her body trembled as she took me fully inside her. She stayed still as I filled her to the brim. Then she started rocking against me, her breasts swaying, head thrown back. Her flowing love juices helped for smooth movement.

I had not imagined her taking initiative. I could only remain still while trying to commit every moment to memory.

Soon, she increased the pace, banging down wildly. The bed squeaked with her every thrust.

I was in heaven with her heat engulfing me. I rammed up while syncing my movement with hers and burrowed deep inside her.