Dark Ecstasy at Hotel Raj Mahal

The neon sign outside flickered through the glass, casting shadows against the wall of Hotel Raj Mahal, where we were hiding away.

The air conditioning hummed a cold, sterile melody, fighting against the heat rising between us.

You stood there, bathed in blue lingerie, a contrast of cool air and burning skin.

I stepped close, breathing in the scent of your anticipation, and reached for the elastic of your panties.

I slid the fabric down slowly, kissing the curve of your ass, my fingers tracing the lines of your thighs.

I blindfolded you with the same fabric, leaving you in total darkness, trusting me to lead the way.

Then, I bound your wrists with the silk straps of your bra, tying a tight knot that left your arms dangling.

Your breath hitched, a soft moan escaping your lips as you surrendered to the ropes.

I reached for the foil packet, tearing it open with a sharp snap.

Inside, the 1740 extra dotted condoms glinted under the lamp light.

We rolled it on, the latex tight against my skin, the textured dots promising friction.

I turned you around, pressing your body against the cold window, my chest to your back.

The glass was cold against your nipples, while I pressed the heat of my body against you.

I positioned myself behind you, the tip of my dick hovering at your entrance.

I pushed in slowly, feeling the tightness of your pussy grip me as I slid in deep.

You gasped, your hands pulling at the bra straps, a silent plea for more.

I pulled out, then slammed back in, hard and fast, the dots rubbing against your sensitive walls.

Your moans filled the room, mixing with the hum of the AC, a symphony of desire.

I grabbed your hips, digging my fingers into your flesh, pulling you back against me.

We moved in rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the quiet room.

I reached around to finger your clit, rubbing circles as I pounded into you.

You came, your body convulsing, your juices coating my dick and the condom.

I pulled out and spun you around, laying you down on the bed.

I pulled the blindfold off, your eyes wide and dilated, looking up at me.

I crawled on top of you, missionary style, our bodies locked together.

I leaned down and kissed you, tasting my own seed mixed with your sweetness.

I went down on you, eating your pussy, licking up every drop of your juices.

Your legs wrapped around my head, pulling me deeper.

I moved back up, lining up my dick with your mouth.

I pushed it in, feeling your throat stretch to accommodate me.

I face-fucked you, holding your head, thrusting deep into your mouth.

You gagged, tears forming in your eyes, but you didn't stop.

You took every inch, swallowing every drop as I came inside your throat.

I filled your mouth with my hot seed, and you drank it all down, swallowing greedily.

We switched to sidefuck, lying on our sides, my arm wrapped around your waist.

Your leg thrown over mine, we moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Then I turned you onto all fours, cowgirl position, facing away from me.

I watched your back arch, your blue lingerie stretched tight as you rode me.

You bounced up and down, grinding your hips against me, taking every inch.

I reached out and grabbed a handful of ice from the glass of water on the nightstand.

I ran the cold ice over your heated skin, watching your body shiver.

Then I replaced the ice with my mouth, sucking on your neck, tasting the salt of your sweat.

The mix of hot and cold sent shockwaves through your body.

You rode me faster, your moans getting louder, the sound echoing in the room.

I reached between us and rubbed your clit, bringing you to the edge.

You came again, your body shaking, your juices flowing freely.

I pulled out and finished on your chest, watching the white rope paint your blue lingerie.

The night was long and intense, filled with sweat and moans.

We collapsed on the bed, tangled in the sheets, the AC still humming.

The candle wax had cooled, the ice had melted into a puddle.

But the memory of our dark, erotic night and naked cuddles to sleep in Raj Mahal would stay with us forever.

© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY