[JEMMA]

Chapter FOUR

Cynthia had never expected to check into a hotel with Sam. He was just a friend, a witty one that always types difficult-to-understand sentences with simple English. They had lunch together, and he helped her finished most of the dim sum he bought for her. Walking across the road without traffic lights, he was too nice letting cars take advantage of his patience. Cynthia couldn’t believe she had to pull him across, and then felt softness of his palm.

‘Hotel?’, Sam popped the question out of the blue, and ‘which one?’ came from Cynthia, as a joke until he pulled her into a hotel which name has two digits in it. ‘Two hours?’, was the time he gave us but Cynthia was confident with less. So Cynthia gave him her answer, ‘I can get you done in 30 minutes’. Sure, Cynthia admit he had guts to take a joke this far, but when he took his wallet out and walked towards the counter, all Cynthia did was to turn back and check the door to see if anyone spotted her.

What was she thinking?! ‘Your IC?’, those words made her felt like she is holding up a queue with an unresponsive ez-link card, and Cynthia hastily handed it to him before realising what she just did. Pulling Sam away from the NETs terminal, she was still convinced Sam was playing a prank, just more elaborate than anything Cynthia have tried.

‘Are you serious?!’, Cynthia was sure her whisper sounded damn loud in the empty lobby, and Sam could even reply her calmly, ‘2 in 4 right?’ Finally, she understood what he meant. He was attached, and so was Cynthia. We ARE the two! Sam held her hand to collect the key from the front desk, and then flung her into his arm hugging her waist. Cynthia heart was already in her throat, and was just THAT close to puking in the hallway.

She figured the best way to get attention would be to throw a fit at the lobby, or along the way, and that was the last thing she needed. Sam clamped her wrist under his armpit until he got the door opened, and she was catapulted again into the bed.

‘Not bad’, her brain did a quick comparison with her worst experience at a stairwell. And this felt way safer. But what the fuck? So fast? Wait wwait. What fast?! Sam walked over to her and dragged her upright on her ass, pulling her long sleeved blouse over her arms which she stupidly raised. The sudden silence from him really scared her, but as fierce as his actions were, Sam was gentle when it came to her bra.

What was Cynthia afraid of? Him? Or her boyfriend? Why are her boobs on display for him? A shove on her shoulders sent her lying on her back, and her shorts were removed like a hyperactive girl resisting bath time. Before Sam could take off her panties, Cynthia caught hold of it and Sam just pulled it till she felt a tear in her tightly clenched fists. Fuck! Would he just tear it if she held on? Her intricately trimmed pubes flashed his eyes, instantly making her wonder if a thin strip of hair was presentable.

Argh! Cynthia can’t be giving in to him like that right? Her eyes couldn’t leave his body as Sam stripped down to his birthday suit, attracted to his display of strength and what lies beyond his violence. Sam laid over her body dangerously (dick almost touching her pussy!) and threw her arms around his neck, which she held tightly for whatever he was going to do.

Sam slid one arm under her legs and carried her to the bathroom, where a jet of cold water hit her as soon as she was seated on the toilet. He too, aimed it at himself and jumped cutely at the temperature shock, before turning off the water to soap Cynthia up. Exactly like a baby, he scrubbed her down from the neck, around her boobs and between her legs. Even her ankles (which she occasionally skipped) got to feel his thorough cleaning. Ashamed was all Cynthia felt when he picked her wrists up, to clean her prickly armpits.

Guys as usual, took a quarter of the time to soap themselves up, and the cold water sobered her up from the wrongful fantasies again. Sam ran his hands over the areas he lathered earlier and pampered her like never before. In no time, we were dried by his hard ruffling all over her sensitive body.

Cynthia did not think twice when his neck reached her eye level again, holding him by the neck and helping her on her feet. The little squat he did confused her at first, but everything was cleared up with just one word from him, ‘jump’. Sam caught her skilfully and later dropped her at the bed, in the proper direction.

Cynthia body totally betrayed her when she felt her limbs tremble in excitement, pumping adrenaline through every vein. As his body hovered over her, deep breathes made her B cups touched him. Keeping his silence over their secret gathering, his head disappeared south of her view and warm lips sealed around her nipple. His tongue relieved the doubts she had and the rush died down to his gentle flicks, followed her sensual sucking.

Never once did Sam touched her pussy (besides during the shower), and managed to get her moaning with just her nipples. He paid ample attention to both sides, bringing more than enough stimulation to feel the cold air from the air-conditioner.

Her knees rose abruptly over his hands, and the contact of his tongue on her clit forced her lungs to return all the air she breathed in her 18 years of life. Every swipe, every flick, and every pinch (between his lips), sent electric-like shocks through her spine. It was then she realised how foreplay can be more addictive than orgasms, making it last longer than she ever had done.

The last stroke along her wet slit took the longest, and his appearance in front of her calmed and made her yearn at the same time. What was she yearning for? Cynthia didn’t even knew how big Sam was. Just.. how cold the tip was when it touched her pussy. His gaze never left her eyes when the second part of his shaft split her vagina wider, setting the width she was about to feel throughout her innards.

Unlike ‘Sam’, he took his time to fill her up with his cock, lightly touching the right spots despite being shorter. She could feel an orgasm inbound just by picturing his intensity. His chest went above her line of sight and Cynthia felt a kiss on her forehead, along with a deeper reach into her pussy.

When Sam pulled out of her, every nooks and cranks stroked along her walls, driving Cynthia to hold him around his ribs in case he stopped. On his return trip, a 90 degree entry stabbed her groin and pushed along the neglected section of her, that had nerves as sensitive as everwhere else.

Sam's body got warmer as those hips plunged downwards, angle slowly changing with his eyes coming back to her. Like magic, Cynthia's mood and responses adjusted to his speed and direction of thrust, enlightening her with the varieties of pleasure in a single penetration.

At last, Sam settled down on a specific tempo, and jerked his upwards pointing cock at the underside of her vagina. Cynthia's muscles tensed up all of a sudden as he tortured the g-spot mercilessly. She couldn’t let her fingers go from his arms no matter how hard she tried. Was it spasms overcoming her? The grey screen in her vision lightened with every toe-curling thrusts, until she couldn’t see through the white.

That precise moment, she finally felt the pain on her lips she have been biting on, and a brief flash of brighter light hit her with intense power that tightened every muscle she had. At the peak of the death-like sensation, the lights suddenly went out, as if someone had turned the screen off after dropping a flashbang.

Then, Cynthia felt movement inside her. Right. Sam was still there. As those hips resumed their deep pounding to bring her vision back. Every inch of his dick felt much harder, and there was no lack of after-quake shivers from the teasing of bloodshot veins covering his rod.

As Cynthia regained her composure, Sam slowed down to a stop before unplugging her, like how someone would interrupt your classical music by pulling your headphones jack out.

A long series of rapid breathes later, he stroked her cheeks with care. ‘I’ll cum on your tummy k?’ The memories of losing her virginity returned, but only to make Cynthia wished it had turned out this way instead. She nodded at Sam innocently, and he pushed his manhood back into her womanhood, accepting him more readily this time.

Cynthia's ears, eyes, skin, were all on him during the last lap of rhythmic sex. A man, who can appear so calm in control, was the last thing she hoped to see before she settled down. Cynthia bet Sam would willingly make a baby with her if she had asked. Could she ever find someone like him?

Sam gently sent Cynthia to the edge of orgasm without her knowing, and the speed of our clapping hips increased. His strong hands opened her legs wide after he expended his last bit of energy, and a cock popped out from under her pussy as if he was saying hi. Cute indeed.

Cynthia let him rest his cock on her hand and watched his eager expression, sliding faster and faster through her clasped hand. Alas, he groaned and moaned to the firework of cum landing all over her belly. Far, they could reach, but warm they were really. Sam moved at his own pace to release everything onto Cynthia, and she freed him after he stopped.

Not wanting to waste the potent love seeds Sam dispersed on her body, she rubbed them all over her chest, not forgetting her belly button where he fired the first shot at. Like before, Sam towered over her body again, and pecked at her forehead with much more care.

They did not touch each other anymore after that. And he wiped her drier before they went into the shower again. Realising how delicate Sam was behind those smarty brain, Cynthia skin never felt a more comfortable touch since her mum last showered her. If only her man would wash our baby like that next time..

Sam wore her clothes back for her the same way he removed them, except for her shorts which he held under her feet for her to step into, pulling them up her waist like diapers. She returned the favour too, but held his shirt from him until the reminder call came.

For their sake, they left the hotel one by one, and met at the MRT exit when they first saw each other.

‘Goodbye. You must take care of yourself k?’, Cynthia opened her arms for Sam to walk into and he held her really tight. Have they missed each other that much for that long? ‘Be better to yourself. I’m here if you ever need me’, a kiss landed near Cynthia ear after hearing that and they went on their way.

‘Hard on the inside, soft on the outside’, was the man Cynthia saw walked away in the station. Be it on bed or in life, She admired his courage to act, and patience to think. Maybe she’ll never be like him. But he might be in her again, just to remind herself that someone capable of making a woman feel loved, exists.

See you soon, Cynthia hope.