Greta’s face was awash with sweat, Nate was breathing heavily, and the hotel room was filled with the wet sounds of her pussy being pumped again and again, incessantly. Nate felt his orgasm moments away, and he moved as fast as his body would allow. His muscles screamed in protest while his cock swelled with lust as he pistoned in and out of her like a machine. Greta’s moans grew pitched and higher until it was a squeal, slamming their bodies together, until, at the same moment, they came. Nate’s mind turned to white explosions and flecks of colored stars danced over the void as his cock pulsed and swelled inside of her, firing thick bursts of cream into her wet pussy. Her fingers scratched at him like claws and her legs squeezed at his neck and shoulders as her body shuddered and she squirted her own wetness all over him and the bed, leaving a dark spot on the sheets that would be ignored until much later.
They collapsed on one another. They dozed for a moment until one of them twitched and woke the other.
“We waited too long for this.” One of them said those sweet words while the other thought it. They paused for a long time, holding each other. They could still hear the music from the wedding party outside and Nate laughed softly.
“I’m not done,” she said simply, and looked up at him.
Those words spurred Nate on for hours. Every surface in the room. The bed, the desk, in the shower pressed up against the wall with Nate’s feet anchored against the tub, and on the floor. Nate fucked Greta senselessly, endlessly, breaking only when their bodies demanded it. Their lust knew no ends, and her legs wrapped around him one more time. Nate’s body had the stamina of a spent man now, but on the floor, his knees burning from the carpet as her legs wrapped around his back, ankles locking together, he felt yet another orgasm approaching him. Willpower drove both of them, perhaps they did not want the night to end, but after one last orgasm, Nate’s body only oozing a bit of warm cum from the tip of his cock, they finally collapsed together on the floor.
Greta pushed at his body. “We need to shower. Real shower, not sexy shower again.”
“Oh you don’t want a sexy shower anymore?” Nate pulled himself to his knees, feeling the burn in his abdomen and legs. His cock was soft, most likely spent for the rest of the night, and as he stood they could both see his knees were stinging bright red even in the dim light of the room. They showered together, washing and touching each other. Greta’s body did not make it through the night without incident, her butt and knees had rug burn as well, and she had a mysterious bruise on her thigh that was the size of a softball.
As she washed his cock, cleaning her own juices off of him, he teased her that she’d need to work harder than that if she wanted him hard again. They finished, happy together, and dried each other off before throwing a clean towel on the wet spot of the bed, and falling onto the bed fully nude, and above the covers. They were both asleep within moments.
Every day ever told begins with “someone woke up.” Nate’s day started like that and immediately got worse. Greta was gone. Her dress, purse, phone, shoes were all gone. Nate sat up, his muscles fired off in pain and soreness at the protest of his exercise last night. His discomfort and the towel on the bed were the only evidence that Greta slept here. He panicked. Maybe she’s at breakfast, maybe I just missed her, but he knew that wasn’t the case. Somehow he knew. And then he saw it. A note written on the hotel stationary taped to the wall across the room. He rushed to it.
“I don’t regret last night. I only regret that it hadn’t happened when you got to Hawaii, after you had sex with everyone else first. Call me, when I’m not just another conquest,” and it was signed with just a scripted G. Nate read the note several times, he wished he had a chance to explain that he didn’t come to the islands for a bacchanal, but that fate had just wound up this way.
He tried calling, but her phone went straight to voicemail. He tried texting but the messages were unopened. He was too late, she was probably already on her way back to California.
Nate dressed in a rush, his body screaming at him still. He checked out of the hotel and started the walk to the airport. By the time he arrived he had calmed. He could talk to her when he got back. This wasn’t like freshman year, she wasn’t going to rush back to her ex’s arms again. He set his bags down outside the airport and took one last look at the Hawaiian sky and ocean. That sales guy in the hotel was right, all those days ago. Hawaii wasn’t as hot and humid as you’d expect for a tropical island. It was comfortable and warm, better than he thought it would be. For the last time, he felt the breeze of the Hawaiian islands blow through his hair before carrying on up and towards the sky.