I’d laid there all night, listening to the strokes of the bells ringing. With the help of the bells I’d been able to keep track of time and was waiting for the alarm to go off.
I was watching Gene sleep, thinking that I didn’t want to wake him, he really needed his sleep. I started to notice that he was waking up.
“Good morning, did you sleep well?” he replied that he had, and I mentioned that I hadn’t been sleeping at all and that I thought the time was about 6 or 7 am, inclining that I wanted to cuddle before the alarm went off, since we’d be leaving and not being sure when we’d be able to spend time together again.

Since I hadn’t slept, most of my thoughts had gotten sorted and I felt more relaxed and comfortable. We had made it through a night together with just cuddling, and being close.
Some of my thoughts were going to a weird place. Shutting out the thoughts of possible emotions (no not just possible, they were and are still there) and thinking of what my body wanted. What my body had been building up a want for, the week before, during the evening of cuddle and then the entire night of being awake.

The evening before I had been a little passive, since my head was just elsewhere. It could probably have been interpreted as me not wanting him, at all. Which was quite the opposite of what I did want. I really wanted him, I still do. But that evening being close was just enough.
The thoughts having cleared made me more active, made me touch him more, caress him, tease him, drive him mad. Making him want me more, at the same time as I made me want him more.

Since he had only gotten a little taste of me the night before he now wanted more. He kissed his way down to my crotch. Kissing at the lining of my panties, teasing me. Carefully moving them to the side, out of the way. Starting to kiss my lips, teasing me. His tongue finding its way to my clit, getting a taste of my juice. Taking a proper taste, finally eating me like he’d been wanting all the evening before.
Why hadn’t I allowed this the night before? It felt so good to let him enjoy himself with giving me pleasure.

I pulled him back up to me, took him closer, kissed him to taste my own juices still on his lips, on his tongue. I got him on his back. Kissing more intensely. Sitting on top of him, naked, I knew I just couldn’t stand the thought of leaving the hotel without having had him inside me. I wanted him so bad. I had felt what was there, now I wanted to really feel it.

“I can’t stand this anymore, I want you inside me now… *deep breaths* Can you do me a favour and take off your boxers while while I fetch a condom” I said as I got off him and went for my purse.
I turned around smiling, he did look a bit shocked. I’m not surprised, considering the night before when I had said I didn’t want us to have sex yet, which I didn’t then. Now I wanted it bad.

I crawled on top of him, gave him the condom, then continued over to the other side of the bed, laying on my side, giving him the rest of the initiative. He just looked at he, I have a feeling he was a bit confused. I was stubborn, I refused to help, which is evil I know, but hey!
I passed some snappy comment about that he didn’t want to have sex with me, so I might as well go back to sleep then, with a clear hint of teasing in my voice. To prove me wrong he put the condom on.

For some reason I have this thing for getting the first penetration, the first time I have sex with a new person, in the missionary position. I think it’s because I want to see him, I want him to see me enjoying him penetrating me. It’s just somehow more personal and intimate that way.
I showed him that I wanted him on top of me. I felt him slide inside, his eyes locked with mine. A rush of excitement went through my entire being.

I got on top, I didn’t want to fuck him without getting to ride him as well. Leaning back, feeling him press up a little extra against my inner walls. Leaning forward, to be close and intimate. Knowing I wanted everything, knowing I wouldn’t be able to get all of it, not today. We’d soon not see each other again for a while.

Gene, has quite some more experience than me, and definitely than the guys I usually find my way into bed with (from my overall experience with guys). This made the sex very different, the way he moves is just indescribable. He’s soft, intimate, really there. With me, his body and soul connecting with mine. Is this what sex is like when there’s love as well? Is that the sole reason for it being a totally different experience?
We twisted and turned and manage to be just wrapped around each other and still be connected.
Tumbling around, he got me on my side, and managed to just… oh I have no idea what he did, but it was absolutely great.

I was a little stressed, I knew the alarm would be going off soon. I might have been pushing us to finish off quicker than we had to, but it was enjoyable and we did get around to quite some fun different things. I got to test myself, if I’d be able to be good with communicating when with someone else than Matt, who really opened me up to actually say what I want.
I wanted to get on top of him again, this time we lost our connection on the way. We didn’t continue, and I laid down on the other side of the bed. Our legs were still crossed.

I don’t know how long we laid there, I don’t know if we said anything. I remember staring at the ceiling feeling content and sort of wondering where that came from. Okay I knew where it came from, it came from me being intensely horny, and wanting him closer to me, wanting to get to know him, wanted to feel him. But still!
He came over, and got on top of me again, it was time to finish the job. I asked him to take me harder. He did. The pleasure of watching his expression while cuming inside me, listening to his moaning, is indescribable.

We decided to close our eyes for a bit before the alarm went off, which should have been any minute according to my calculations. As I laid there, I noticed how dark it was, and heard a bell ring again. As I counted I realized that it probably wasn’t morning yet, and that I hadn’t been awake all night.

Guess I’d just been laying there, thinking of how much I wanted him and decided to do something about it.

I'd laid there all night, listening to the strokes of the bells ringing. With the help of the bells I'd been able to keep track of time and was waiting for the alarm to go off. I was watching Gene sleep, thinking that I didn't want to wake him, he really needed his sleep. I ...