Bethany's POV
I was tipsy when I met him, but it didn't cloud my judgment when I said yes. His smile captured me in no time at all. His words ensnared my body, rendering my soul bare to his advances.
He was a welcoming outlet for all the tension I felt and I completely gave in. My soul longed for it, my body wanted it and my mind acted on it. He moved in for a kiss but I pulled him closer for more.
The moment we walked into his hotel room, I kicked off my heels. I wouldn't be needing them till the morning. I wouldn't need the gown I wore either, but I would let him have the pleasure of peeling it off my skin.
Andrew shut the door behind us, guiding me to the wall where he pinned me down and nibbled on my neck.
He was gentle, kissing me first as his hands slipped along the curve of my body. My lips parted, begging him to seal them with his, but he didn't, causing me pain instead.
I was about to plead when he bit the end of my ear and slipped his hand underneath my gown. My mind overflowed with tension, sensing his hand slide along my thigh inch by inch.
This was the last chance I had to say no. Any more and we'd be past the gates of no return. In the end, I said nothing as I replied to his advance with a low giggle.
I wanted more, spreading my legs in the hopes that he would find his way to my dripping core.
His lips found my neck again, his teeth sinking deep as he rolled my gown up to my waist.
I could feel the cold air caress my skin and I wanted him to warm me up. I pushed my body into his, and he responded by cradling my head in his palm.
His grip was soft and tender, my eyes rolling back as his other hand caressed the edge of my panties.
In my head, I imagined a million scenarios, finally settling on the one where he would rip my panties off and bend me against the wall as he filled me up.
Unfortunately, he didn't move, driving me crazy as I felt his breath touch my skin.
What was he waiting for? Was there a problem? Did he have cold feet? Or was I not attractive enough?
I started to panic, my body shivering as it wanted to scream at Andrew. I tried spreading my legs wider to guide him in, but in a few seconds, my fears were unnecessary.
Finally, he hooked the band of my panties with his index finger, pulling down slowly. It felt like it would rip, but I didn't care and secretly wanted it to.
I was ready to cede control to him, not caring how far he went or the things he wanted to do.
I felt my panties fall to my ankles and with my juices gliding down my thighs, I was hungry for him.
Possibly reading my mind, his finger found my clit in the next second. I held back my moan, his finger stirring my lust even more.
I held his shoulders, my nails threatening to tear through his shirt as his other hand found the zipper of my gown.
I was lost in his touch and hardly noticed when all I had on was my bra. His hand had snaked around my back, releasing the hooks with such tender care that I feared he would take eternity.
I heard the bra fall to the floor, and then I was standing before him in all of my beauty.
The lights stayed off but the moonlight did more than enough. Andrew's eyes were glued to me, moving hungrily along my skin as our breaths quickened.
Normally, I would feel shy with a strange man but under his gaze, I felt fulfilled. Confident and brave, I waited for him to take me.
He pulled me to him, his erection pressing against my inner thigh. Even with the barrier of his clothing, I could feel the heat raging to burst forth.
I kissed him, with more desire and lust than earlier as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. His hands grabbed my ass, spanking me softly as I moaned against him.
He broke the kiss, still touching my neck as he stared into my eyes.
"On your knees."
I was charting unknown territory but my body moved without thinking as I held his gaze.
Slowly, I got on my knees as my heart thumped in my chest, threatening to explode with excitement.
Once I was there, he pulled his belt away as he seduced me with the movement of his fingers.
I was hungry for him, feeling like I had been starved all my life as he let his trousers fall to the floor.
He took my hand, settling it on the band of his boxers before nodding at me. I gulped, my mind tense at the hidden dragon I knew I was about to uncover.
Slowly, I pulled the boxers away and revealed the largest dick I had ever seen.
It looked to be a little shy of nine inches with its girth filling my palm perfectly. My heart raced, not out of fear, but out of expectation and heightened lust.
I imagined how deep he would go, how far he could stretch me and how delicious it would taste when snuggled against my tongue.
I looked up at him and he brought his hand down to caress my face. I caressed his tip with my tongue, tasting a hint of his release, and my pussy got wetter.
He was like a Norse god, savage but wonderfully endowed.
I kissed the full length of his dick, coating it with my saliva all the way to the base. I planted kisses on his thighs, my hand fondling his balls softly as his deep moans filled the room.