My shampoo

Carrie

My back hit the soft bed.

By the time my excited gaze returned to him, his shirt was gone.

Like a drunk fool, I sucked my breath in. I do that every time I see a well-toned chest that traces to the lower abdomen in a really, really sexy way.

“I knew it.” I gasped as his fingers grazed my skin while he pulled at my sweatpants. “You look absolutely beautiful in my bed.”

“You do remember this is a one-night stand, right?” I was starved of pleasure, true, but I still needed to ask that question.

“That's more reason to appreciate this night while we can.”

His perfect words stirred my heart. But I could not communicate that. The swift way he pulled off my cotton panties and exposed me to the chill air made me too giddy.

“Hmm...” He didn't shy away from inhaling the scent of my vagina. And damn. Even his breath did things to me, I had to clutch the sheets. "You are pretty down here too."

“Please," I begged. "Just fuck me already,”

“Enjoy this more," he cajoled and annoyingly, he stood straight after another inhale of my pussy.

I did frown, but I said nothing.

Lying there, I watched as he took off his pants. Then his briefs followed and a loud gasp left me.

His size wasn't what I imagined at all.

The man, who caught how mesmerised I was, danced closer with pride and hovered over me in all of his nakedness.

I felt the warmth of his lengthy shaft teasing the inside of my thigh when he said, "I love what I'm doing to you."

"Are you going to..."

"Shh." His kisses landed here and there, starting from my neck. "You ask too many questions." Soon, his kisses ended in front of my pussy. While his rapid breaths teased my pulsing wetness, he feathered his fingers over my boob.

My body danced for more, and that was when I realised that I hadn't touched him at all.

Now, that can’t be fair.

But he was not giving the space for something like that to happen.

Instead, he began lapping at my folds.

His intense contact quickly shifted to my clit, making me scream in pleasure because it felt extremely good.

I have no idea if it's normal for a stranger to know my body so well, but I love how he knows how to turn me into a moaning mess.

And, I especially love how his fingers stroke my thighs at intervals to ignite more desperate fire into my nerves.

Soon, with my moaning and the slurping noises from my pussy, I inched closer to a crazy orgasm.

He sensed it and pulled away.

“Why? Why did you stop?” I complained.

“I have to get protection.” Before he could move, I quickly sat up to stop him.

“I use contraceptives or whatever” I never really know their names; all I know is that they work. “So, don't go."

He said nothing. He just pressed his weight into the bed, his erection teasing my eyes.

My hand was nearly reaching for his cock when he gently pushed me into the bed again.

With a pout, I complained.

But not for long.

Without trouble, he returned to the feet of the bed and stood there. Then, he pulled me closer and tilted my hips. Then, slowly and with calculation, he slipped into my walls with light strokes that had me gripping his arm for support.

"Yes," I moaned. My soul was ignited, I craved more. "Ohh. Yes." I needed him to go deeper than anyone ever has. Thankfully, his cock is fully capable of doing that.

Seconds later, his thrust had increased, the contact between us had turned more heated, my body failed to stay still. Within my mess, the man scooped me off the bed and glued my chest to his, my legs sturdily wrapped around his divine waist.

In that standing position, he went to work. With a speed that sent crazy sparks to my body and soul, he stroked deeper and deeper, making my body beg for a release.

A moan from me, a grunt from him... We continuously shared the fire of the moment, our eyes occasionally meeting, our lips nearly clashing several times.

But the ignition between us didn't allow the desire to kiss. We could not act sane, we kept reaching for each other as though our bodies weren't already glued together, creating unspoken pleasure.

Minutes passed like that, our bodies sweaty, both of us begging for a release yet unwilling to let go for the fear of an abrupt end to the moment.

But as it was destined for most things, our journey came to an end.

As I delightfully released my relief, his grunt followed, and I felt the rush of his cum pulling out of me.

Then, a kind of peace I’d never felt before befell me. I rested in his embrace and allowed myself to enjoy his presence as he sat on the bed, his hand stroking my back.

"Hmm..." I felt him sniff my hair. "Your hair smells good."

I smiled. "All thanks to my shampoo."

Nothing more was said. We stayed like that for a while.

~~~

With my soul amazingly draped in comfort, I stirred out of my sleep.

I do not know if it’s because the bed was extremely comfortable… But that sleep was one of the best I have had. And that is strange.

Who sleeps peacefully after a one-night stand?

Me.

I am that person.

With a gentle flicker, I opened my eyes to the sight of the gorgeous stranger who was still asleep next to me. And within my slow blinks, I wished to store the image of his presence in my head. The peace on his face was a lovely sight, and it made me guess that he was someone who was doing something meaningful with his life.

But before I could spend tons of minutes staring at the stranger who gave me an amazing night, I realised that it was time to leave.

So, carefully, I got off the bed and grabbed my satchel, which I had kept closer after waking up to pee in the middle of the night. The man was awake at that time, but he was busy on his laptop, and I knew better than to disturb him.

With a little stretch, I straightened my back and glanced at the man. Then, realised I had a little problem.

Okay. It’s actually a huge one.

And it has to do with returning to the hotel. The one I escaped from.

But, there’s no need to panic. The solution to this won’t be hard. I’ll just have to G****e some shit.

So, after a deep exhale, I approached Mr Gorgeous’s side of the bed.

 Since it didn’t seem he would mind, I picked up his phone from the dresser and unlocked it with his finger.

Without rousing him awake, I clicked on the G****e icon and his name popped up.

Alessandro.

I whispered that name into the air. Then, repeated it and soon, it became a song on my lips as I searched up directions to my location.

When I finally got the information I needed, I committed my route to memory, dropped his phone and quietly stole another look at the man. Then, I walked out.