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Hotel - Part 3
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Hotel - Part 3 The walk to the room seems to take an eternity even though it's only about 5 rooms down. After that kiss you've decided to walk behind in order to be able to keep an eye on me to avoid any further ambushes from behind - which works just splendidly until we reach the door and you realize as I spin around and smile that you've got the key and I'm blocking the way. In a dorky British accent I smile a lopsided grin and say "'fraid this is a toll door m'lady. A fee is required for passage." A wave of courage hits you (or it could be residual lust from the earlier kiss... but let's call it courage for the sake of ego) and without hesitation or breaking stride you walk right up to me, grab my face, and proceed to kiss me in a way that leaves little interpretation as to your current state of arousal. My shock and your momentum put me back on my heels and my back bounces off the wall... but you don't let up. It takes me a heartbeat to respond to the kiss in kind, but just as I do, abruptly you stop, turn to the door while I'm still obviously dazed and slip the key into the slot. As you open the door you glance over your shoulder at me and chuckle. "Get that dumb look off your face and get in the room already stud" you say and give me a little wink. You hold the door for me with a smile and as I pass the thought crosses your mind "where the heck did THAT come from?" You smile a little broader "good for me" and give yourself a mental pat on the back for catching me off guard. However, your mental dialogue distracts you as you're stepping across the threshold, and in a turnabout is fair play moment, you suddenly find your own back against the wall as the door closes with my hands holding your head and my lips locked on yours. You were expecting it though and it takes you much less time than it did me to recover. A stray though speeds past of "what happened to playing it cool girl?" but it's washed away by the feel of our lips and bodies pressed together. The sensations so intense that you don't actively notice that one of my hands has slipped from your face and is cupping your breast through your shirt until my thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple through your shirt and bra. A moan of need escapes again - some distant part of you annoyed that keeps happening - and you pull your mouth away to catch your breath and mutter in my ear "how the hell did we already get to second base?" and then moan again as my mouth, without your mouth to keep it busy, kisses down your neck. You gasp as I tweak your nipple a little harder. "I'm not to second yet" and you realize that you've lost track of my other hand (the one with your nipple holding most of your attention) and that you feel me under your shirt and sliding up. You have a brief moment where the good girl tried to assert herself and you moan "no..." while grasping my forearm... but you notice almost from outside yourself that although you've grabbed me, you aren't pushing me away and my hand continues up and slides under the wire of the bra and slips the cup up and over your breast. I hungrily move my head down from your neck and latch onto your nipple and the warmth of my mouth is too much to take as you moan the loudest yet and your hips arch away from the wall as if looking for something. "THIS is second base" I mumble and even the vibrations of me talking with your nipple captured make you tingle. My hand cups your breast and twists the nipple a little, now all slick from my mouth. I move back up to kiss you and we get lost in the moment again. "There's a bed right over there" you mumble but not pushing to get away from my mouth on your and that wonderful pressure on your nipple... and... "What do you think you're..." you start and then almost scream as you realize that once again with everything going on you've lost track of that pesky other hand. You only barely registered my hand sliding down your tummy until I tucked my hand into your waistband, but by the time you could react, the sensation of my fingers rubbing your clit lightly but firmly has you unable to focus on anything else. Your hips betray you and push against my hand and I chuckle softly into your ear "and this my dear is third base." "You're" you gasp "are NOT playing fair" and moan long and hard as my fingers increase their pace for a moment. you can feel your self control slipping even further (the thought skitters past "I had some left?") and you building to something wonderful... before subsiding as I slow down and slide my hand out. I step back from you leaving you panting and disheveled against the wall - "shall we?" I ask again in the same manner as the hallway, this time gesturing to the bed. I raise one eyebrow and in he circumstances you find it both charming and infuriating. "My turn" you growl in a voice you almost don't recognize and smile... and ensuring that you're lined up with me having the bed directly behind me, you launch yourself from the wall and tackle me to the bed with both of us almost bouncing off the other side and laughing. |
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