For those of you who enjoy the sex stories that are mainly sex, this one is for you! It is the bulk of our sexual experience together, and will be a long read, but I hope you will take the time to read the previous chapter and the final chapter as I finish off telling the tale of our time together.

Part 2 takes place about an hour after getting to the hotel and our original meal that served in us screening our interest. P after numerous orgasms from oral and fingering as well as the continual caressing and foreplay had taken a break to go pee and wash up after the fact (She is a 'lowkey girly girl' so she likes to remain fresh and in the moment.).
She comes back out to me sitting on the couch. Keep in mind I still have my boxer briefs on and it is the only article of clothing on either of our bodies, she has yet to remove that last line of defense, that small article of cotton consent form that I always determine to never take off myself when I'm in the midst of an encounter. I wave her over and show her the fact I've been so excited over the last hour listening to her moans, I have a bit of a mess of my own in the forefront of my jock, where the precum has just be saturating my pants. P gets a giggle out of this and as she is getting ready to sit down beside me I pull her into my lap on the couch, in what could be described as a sitting princess carry.

P and I would talk for a solid 15 minutes. I of course asked how she liked the first hour, and she couldn't believe it had only been an hour. We joked about how many times she had climaxed and the repeated phrase "who's counting" became one of our inside jokes of the night.
She then would be concerned that her weight was too much for me to hold her in this position on the couch, joking about my legs falling asleep. I asked her if she was ready for "round 2" and she joked "as soon as your legs wake up". I then ascended and picked her up from the sitting position on the couch to standing as I would carry her back over to the bed.
Now I refuse to believe the weight she told me she was, and I also refuse to share a lady's numbers, but this moment was as surprising for her as it was hot for us both.
I successfully planted her safely on the bed and began once again to slowly go through my motions: kissing her on the lips, the neck, the ears, trailing my kisses while kneading her breasts then eventually docking my mouth with each mound.
P's breasts are so unique. A mix of firmness and softness that was a delight to me. So responsive to the touch and sensitive to play. I would lavish her breasts and playfully suck her nipples to peak before giving them gentle twists as I made my way down further again. My hot breath would be the first thing to touch her lower lips, as I would give them another kiss, much like the first one I gave her to initiate our experience together. That kiss quickly evolved into a devouring of her labia and a tonguing with a type of aggression I hadn't given her yet.
This would quickly reduce in intensity however as I had proven my point and wanted to rub it in her face.

I positioned my hips between hers, my underwear pressing against her groin (something I would never to in a RAOMD), "You didn't think I could pick you up, did you?" I whispered in her ear in sultry teasing. P shook her head and complemented my strength, I could feel her hands moving up and down my body as they played with the hem of my boxers. I kissed her passionately, playing off what was being pulled, but I knew what she wanted to do next. It was only a moment later she voiced her desire and the fingers began to pull down the last article of clothing between us.

It is the only time that I have ever had someone exercise that option, granted, it was almost a foregone conclusion that we were going to get there after all our conversation and the year of stewing on some of the early discussions. Foregone it may have been, but it was still an amazing moment I won't forget. P immediately took charge and had me lay down, she wanted to return the favor after the 60 minutes of foreplay and I wasn't about to say no.

The blowjob was AMAZING, and I learned in retrospect that while I was vocal, I need to be more clear about the things I'm feeling. She would suck so well then occasionally pop the air in her mouth. This created an amazing feel, and when combined with the rolling of her tongue and the sensation of her fingers traveling all over my lower half, it was 5-8 minutes that felt like 5-8 years! Then, she did something I did not expect, she moved up to my side and gave control of the situation back to me.
This was far and away the hottest moment for me, as I was expecting her to take things at her own pace and keep the control I had submitted to her, but no! She laid back, and I needed no further words: I immediately caressed and kissed my way to being on top of her and slowly I began to rub my throbbing cock against her moist and wanting pussy.

It is worth mentioning that both of us were on a year dry spell at this point, so as I slowly pushed into P for the first time, I can describe my own reaction as euphoric, but I feel that she and I have a mutual thought on that moment. The same vaginal walls that had flexed and squeezed my fingers immediately stretched only to constrict on my cock. I took my time, relishing the feeling, slowly pushing further in while caressing her sides and doing little laps around her breasts. Finally, I was all in. WOW... It felt amazing to be in that moment. Her moans, her squeezing, the heavy breathing we both shared. I bent down and lined our bodies up, kissing her lips, her neck, and nibbling her ear, all while echoing that sentiment in sweet whispers. WOW...

Slowly I began moving, steadily pulling out and pushing back in, while she writhed in the moment. I could tell that it felt good internally due to the way her walls continued to push at me and I was quickly losing control of myself. I pulled out after a mere 3 or 4 minutes because we had not talked about how we would go about things. (In spirit of not assuming we would get this far.)
I was met with a groan, as we were both hungry and wanted more. We talked quickly, she told me to cum inside. She told me after the fact, I looked like a kid in a candy store when she said that, and my reaction was immediate after getting the green light. I pumped back in, this time, thrusting my hips with more purpose, searching for reactions and trying to find spots of sensitivity, and was she ever sensitive. She moaned loudly and I immediately found myself lost in the pleasure of knowing this woman under me was cumming on my cock, I leaned down and pumped harder, telling her I wasn't stopping this time, telling her she was an amazing, good girl as we shared an orgasm together and I released inside of her.
I could feel each pump, I could feel her squeeze, I continued to move through my orgasm while matching the volume of her moans. Finally, we had achieved peak together...

We stayed like that for a moment, still deep inside her, catching our breath and smiling widely at each other. I didn't want to pull out, but the night was still young, so we looked for a towel and after some kissing, disconnected from each other.
WOW...

We cleaned up, kissed a bit and talked for a moment about how much we liked it. During that process I was caressing her, and I learned just how sensitive her ears were as her reactions while I was gently tickling her breast and nibbling / licking her right ear sent mutual shivers down our spine.

I told her how we actually had skipped over one of my usual routine items: a back / body massage, and that if she would like that, to "assume the position" and I would give her a massage after cleaning up. Needless to say, I came back and we went straight into a massage.
I'm by no means a professional, but I've done enough research to say comfortably that I know what I'm doing. Though, a massage between two naked people also is a bit interesting in its own right due to my cock resting between her cheeks while I slowly pushed my fingers / thumbs down her body in a smoothing and sculpting motion.

Eventually the massage was over, and I moved to the side of her, but kept my hands working around her booty. I slowly tickled around and my thumb finally found its way to her vaginal lips. I pushed in, started pumping down, and made sure my thumb was directly on her gspot. My actions were met with heavy moans and her hips arching so I took it a step further, making sure the rest of my hand was massaging and brushing up against her clitoral mound, not always directly against her little nub, but making sure I occasionally gave it the direct attention it deserved. It wasn't but maybe 2 minutes in that her moaning started to change and I knew I had her. Breath ragged, pussy getting pummeled by my downward thumb motion, and my fingers pressing her clit direct, she began to lose herself and I felt P begin to squirt on my fingers and hands. I relented immediately, both because we hadn't reset our towels up, and because we had to sleep on this bed at some point. It wasn't much and didn't make much of a mess, but I immediately went into aftercare with a proud smirk on my face as I checked in with my little minx of a squirter. She took a bit to catch her breath and I after going back to caressing her, moved her up the bed so we could cuddle.
I reassured her the mess wasn't bad at all, and then re positioned some towels with the intend of using them for the second attempt I was already planning. We cuddled for about 10 minutes while I whispered encouragement in her ear, raving about how sensitive she was, nibbling on her ear which again, was one of her surprise erogenous zones.

It took very little time before I was again back to working my hands and fingers in and around her vagina.

Having P on her back, we moved down on the bed a little to get over the towels and I went back to licking, sucking, and nibbling all over her body, I knew what I was going to try to do next and as we were nearing the end of the 3rd hour of our time together, I began to again work on stimulating her gspot through fingering... In the first part (first hour), I was merely putting pressure on it, making sure to find it, arouse it and prepare for its thorough stimulation... Now? Oh I was torturing it, giving her that come hither finger motion while sucking on her clitoral mound. She was getting driven crazy by this and started to get louder then I had heard her before during the first squirt. I moved my left hand up and I ended up inserting three fingers into her mouth to try and muffle the moans and the beautiful minx started sucking on them. (Honestly another of those surreal moment in this all). I did NOT need to know any more on how her body felt. I re positioned myself to her side again and this time, in a more traditional hand formation, I placed my middle and ring finger in her pussy while the other two split braced on the side. I began to finger fuck this beautiful woman again. My palm clapped against her clit and the pubic mound as I continued to assault her gspot with hand thrusts,

Her moaning was getting loud again, only this time I could kiss her to muffle it. I did so and she moaned loudly into my mouth, I could hear the change in tone and I could feel her walls shift as she began to contract. IT WAS HAPPENING AGAIN!!! (I'm honestly euphoric, typing about it.) I have only met one other woman in my life who has squirted multiple times in such a pure form, but P was far and away the most savor-able in the moment. I felt the squirting begin, and continued to pummel my hand into her clit and gspot for about 5-7 more seconds before I again relented... This time, I moved down, between P's legs and began to lick up her juices as well as give her pussy another well deserved kiss. I was working that little girl to the BONE, but P was taking it oh so well...

After a through tongue cleaning of her labia and inner walls, and a direct licking to her clit, just for a little more stimulation, I got up and began after care, suggesting we take a break and eat some of our leftover meal. It was after 7pm at this point and she had mentioned how she enjoyed grazing as an eating habit so I figured she might be hungry.

We ate, we talked, we laughed, we cuddled. It is crazy to me, but the after care and the meal together was just as intimate as the previous 3 hours... I was finding myself smitten with this woman, and she with me as well...

End part 2. (continued in part 3 | Intimacy and Spontaneity)