After a little bit, Steve told me to get up. I LOVE WHEN HE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO. I need to write more on this, because I like it so much. I really enjoy getting to stop being in charge for one part of my life, and to just hand over complete trust to him. So, I get out of bed. He directs me over to one of the large windows in our room. You can see the bridge, lights, the water, the darkness of the night. I stand next to one of the floor to ceiling windows, both of us naked.
Steven directs me, to put my hands up above me on the window, and he proceeds to enter me from behind. The cold glass fogged up around my warm hands, I could watch his body moving in and out of mine in the reflection of the glass. It felt so good, and so daring at the same time. The hotel we were in had a large event they were hosting that weekend, some sort of dog thing was going on. At one point we were both very aware that someone was walking their dog below us on the ground (we were on the 2nd floor), and could have looked up and watched the whole thing. For all I know, they did see us. We didn't care.
We continued this for awhile, while I enjoyed orgasm after orgasm...Steve's fingers moved around my body. On my hips, back, ass, around front to tweak my nipples, and then to stick his fingers in my mouth.
This whole thing was without conversation, other than when he told me to go to the window. When we moved back to the bed, we giggled at my hand prints that were left on the glass, and the fact that if the windows weren't cleaned, the hand prints would appear if the light was just right or if the room was foggy from the shower.
I grabbed some lube and began massaging Steve's hard cock. I slowly dripped some lube down on his balls, and played with those too. I was still naked, cuddled up next to his warm body, still feeling shaky from multiple orgasms, and in a bit of a fog. We had talked about ass play, prostate massage, and things of that nature at some point early in our relationship, and I knew that licking or touching Steve's ass turned him on. I slowly began doing this with my warm, slippery hand, using my other hand to stroke his cock. I was maintaining eye contact with him, reading his face, determining which direction to go by his reaction. He was so calm, so peaceful, yet so aroused looking.
I toyed with inserting a finger into him, and he nodded. Still stroking him, and fondling his balls, I moved my finger inside a little bit more. By his reaction, he was enjoying this. I continued my finger a bit more, and knew I had hit the spot. I gently moved the tip of my finger around inside him as his arousal and excitement grew. He grabbed his throbbing cock and began stroking it himself, while my finger action and ball rubbing continued.
With insane intensity, he came, shooting cum all over his chest in an incredible orgasm. He lay there breathing hard, almost stunned by it all. I gently removed my finger, and laid next to him, smirking. This was one of the hottest sexual experiences I have ever been a part of. There was such a mix of feelings that went with it. It was something new. It was a bit taboo. It was very, very intimate. It was sweet. Watching him experience such pleasure was moving to the point that I could have gotten teary eyed. It was overwhelming, tender, and amazing.
We laid there together, both in a post sex haze. After a bit, we got up and took a shower together, and then got back into bed without totally drying off. We curled up next to each other, kissing and murmuring about how amazing the whole thing was, and laughing at my hand prints. We dozed off in each others arms, both feeling complete and content beyond words.
If you look at the picture at the top of this blog, you will now understand the meaning behind it. Foggy hand prints on a window are AMAZING.
