Hope's legs were just too tired. They buckled and she found herself lying on her belly over the harsh, dingy carpeting of the seedy motel room. Brad, still attached, came with her. His weight on her back was heavy, but she enjoyed it somehow, enjoyed being linked to him. His hands were gentle as he stroked her back and then carefully lifted to ease out of her throbbing, but somehow so pleasured, ass.

"I'm sorry, Hope. I know I was rough. I should've done more to get you ready."

She turned her head to escape the stale smell of smoke that lingered in the carpet. "Stop. Please. Don't apologize."

He ran his hand through her hair that he'd so harshly yanked earlier. "I was--"

Hope flipped to her back and pulled him close. "You were wonderful. You make me feel so alive, so uninhibited."

He balanced on his elbow. "You're too good to be sodomized in a cheap motel room."

Hope sucked in a breath and exhaled. "Everyone has always treated me like I was made of porcelain. I detested that, though I'm not certain that I realized it until now. I hated the kid gloves, the stilted dialogues. Do you know how I just felt when you were inside of me in that most private of spots?"

Brad shook his head.

"I felt naughty. I felt unabashed and dangerous. I'm certain that not one woman that my grandparents' have ever entertained has felt a hard cock thump and then explode inside of her ass. It was decadent. You're decadent and I love you."

He bent to kiss her--the sweet kiss of a sixteen-year-old boy who was trying desperately to take care. The kiss was long and drugging. Hope allowed her eyes to drift closed and didn't open them until she felt her body being lifted from the floor. Brad laid her on the bed and she instantly curled into a fetal position--sated and full.

She was faintly aware of water running in the bathroom on the opposite side of the wall. She snuggled more and wished that she wasn't too spent to search for a blanket.

A moment later Brad returned, lifted her and carried her into the tiny, steamy room. He lowered her to a warm bath and sat on the edge of the tub. Hope closed her eyes as Brad lovingly washed her. She felt the nip of his teeth grazing her nipples and she allowed him to suckle. How extraordinary was this, being tended by the man she loved in a heavenly bath in a tacky motel somewhere in Michigan? Brad nursed her breast for what had to be long minutes. He eventually pulled away and manually raised her legs. He set to work gently rubbing her battered and bruised anus with a dull gray cloth that undoubtedly used to be white.

He took such care tending to her. She didn't want him to feel guilty, feel like he'd hurt the person he loved. "I liked it, Brad," she whispered. "I really did. I'm all right."

Hope stood and allowed Brad to wrap her into a long, but worn towel. He scooped her up once again and carried her to the stiff bed in the outer room.

She was awake now. The short seductive nap had revived her. Now it was time for her to subject him to something outrageous. She pushed him back and he fell against the mattress. He looked a little startled, but no worse for the wear as she swung her leg over his torso and balanced. Brad glanced down at her private region. "Doesn't that hurt? After what we just did, I'd think that that would hurt?"

Hope nibbled his nipple. "Well, I don't think I'm up for a good ass-fucking right away, but otherwise I'm fine." She bit a little more enthusiastically and he laid his head against the pillow.

Hope massaged the quadrants of his chest with deep thrusts of her hand. She glanced around the room and spied a tiny coffeemaker sitting near the sink--the kind that brewed no more than two cups. Next to it was a cracked ice bucket that held a packet of freeze-dried coffee and a few Styrofoam cups.

Bingo.

Hope hopped up, filled the carafe and set the contraption to brew.

"You want coffee?" Brad asked as he raised his head.

Hope crept back to the bed. "Later." She set to work loosening the towel that he'd fastened around his waist. His enormous erection sprang out. "Oh I've missed him." She swiped a pearly drop off of the tip with her tongue. She licked and raised her eyes. "You came so much inside of me. Do you think you can make more?"

Brad rolled his head from side to side as Hope stopped licking and started sucking. He let out what sounded like a choked battle cry as she ran her teeth along the length of him.

His fingers rifled through her hair--lovingly this time--as she increased her suction. When he pulled in a breath and stiffened, Hope dislodged, sat up, but continued to manipulate his cock with her hand. "I loved what you did to me tonight."

His eyes were clenched in painful concentration. "I liked it too, but don't expect it too much. I'm a card-carrying pussy man."

Hope let go of his shaft. His eyes flew open and she shifted so he'd be certain to see her fingertips trail down her belly and into the little thatch of curls. "Oh, my pussy is so glad for that. She misses you. She needs you inside of her--but not yet."

She laid face down across his torso, her head buried in the cavern of his thighs, her pussy poised at his mouth. The perfect sixty-nine. As if on cue his tongue darted out and lapped at her wetness. The silky licks were heavenly. While he worked, Hope took her time, trailing her tongue around the rippled ridge of his foreskin. Brad moaned his approval. Without completely removing her lips from his shaft she spoke. "Tell me when you're going to come."

He grumphed. "What the hell do you have up your sleeve?"

"I'm not wearing sleeves," she said with him stuffed in her mouth and her pussy dripping into his.

Minutes passed as they both sucked, slurped, licked. Finally Brad's tongue left her and his ball sack firmed in her hand. Hope bolted up and snatched a Styrofoam cup. Just as he began to detonate, she placed the cup under his shooting stream. By the time he finally gave a little cry and lowered his head to the pillow, he had filled it three quarters full. Hope studied the frothy load. "Impressive."

"What the hell are you doing?" he murmured with a smile.

Hope set the cum cup down and stood to pour coffee into another. It smelled like Carmella's kitchen. She glanced at Brad, so weak and relaxed and utterly appealing. It was then that she knew--knew with complete certainty. She'd love him forever and how could she possibly want more than this? More than him?

She watched the thick, black liquid bubble and steam. "I want some coffee," she said as she carried it back to the bed. It felt so seductive--jiggling breasts, dripping pussy, mouth stretched and weary from Brad's powerful thrusts, her hair still wet from his tender bathing.

"You want some coffee?" Brad asked.

"Uh huh." Hope slid onto the bed. "I didn't order any in the restaurant, remember?"

"Yeah. Iced tea I believe."

"Yes, iced tea. I didn't order it because they never make it the way I want it."

His sculpted brow hitched. "And how's that?"

"Cream, no sugar."

"No sugar?"

"No, because my cream gives it all the flavor it needs." She reached for his cup 'o cum. "Or should I say, your cream?"

Brad's eyes widened as he watched her pour dollops of his semen into her coffee, stir with a pitiful wooden stick and then sip. It tasted heavenly. "Mmm."

He pulled her near and she lifted the cup so it wouldn't be jostled. "Do you want a sip?"

"I'll take your word for it."

"For everything?"

Brad hoisted up and balanced on his elbow. "What do you mean?"

Hope turned to set the cup on the nearby nightstand. "I mean that I love you. I'll never love anyone but you. I'm scared, but if you believe in us half as much as I do right now, we'll make it. No question."

Brad touched her hair, stroked her cheek. "You mean it?"

"I do. I'll come to Wisconsin with you. I'll stay in Wisconsin with you. Just please--" She leaned in and gave him a telling kiss. "Promise me you'll keep coming too."

He pulled Hope down, wrestled her beneath him and pinned her there with his strong palms. "Oh, baby. No problem there." And then he kissed her deep and true just to prove it.

THE END