I sat on the edge of the bed and I nervously glanced at the clock beside the bed. Five minutes until he was supposed to arrive. I could already feel my face begin to flush, and the temperature of the room seemingly began to increase. My breathing grew rapid and my hands began to twist together, an obvious display of my nervousness. As I sat there, I tried to calm myself down, but try as I might I could not. Suddenly three raps echoed into the room from a steady knock and I jumped in response. I stood to my feet and took one step toward the door before pausing again. Looking down at myself, I smoothed the wrinkles out of my shirt, my fingers curling around the hem.
I knew I had already made you wait too long at the door, so with a sigh, I unlatched the hook and turned the long handle with a click. As you came into view my eyes widened. Until now I'd only seen you in pictures. I had always thought you were very attractive based on your photos, but seeing you here and now in person, not only your handsome features were present but also a very strong sense of masculinity. I pulled the door open further and stepped back, allowing you the room to pass through the entry way. As you advanced into the room, I released the door with my hand and took several steps back in retreat. I watched as you slid the door closed and replaced the extra security lock.
Up until this point, I had only dared make brief and shallow eye contact. I knew the color of my face had deepened, and I knew you could sense my unease. Once the door was fully secured you turned, and with graceful steps you drew near to me, stopping just before me.
"Look at me," you spoke, your voice commanding but not cruel.
I raised my eyes in response, my gaze not quite reaching into his eyes, but rather settling on the skin beneath his lower lashes. I bit my lip in nervousness, my teeth scraping against the soft and slightly moist surface of my bottom lip.
"I said look at me," you repeated, bringing your hand to grasp the side of my face.
My eyes lifted up, crossing the remaining bridge of flesh, finally reaching into your eyes. I was at once captivated and entranced by the dark irises. My desires were called forth in response to the own dark and primitive desire I saw in your eyes. As your eyes worked to make clear your control over me, your hand joined in as your strong fingers curled around my jaw and chin. Your fingers applied pressure as you used your grip to draw my face closer to yours.
My lips parted slightly in response as you pulled me closer and titled my chin upward. My neck strained slightly at the pressure before slacking as you removed your hand from my chin. My relapse did not last long as you replaced the pressure of your hand in the locks of my hair, making sure to weave tufts of it around your fingers. The pull of my hair causes my head to tip back further as you maneuver me to how you want me. My lower body presses against yours, and my back arches back to relieve the pressure against my scalp.
You held me there, my body's balance dependent upon your grip in my hair, before leaning down to place your lips against the exposed front of my neck. The moist texture of your lips made me shiver in response to your touch. I gulped, the front of my throat moving beneath your lips. You trailed your lips from the front of my neck to the side, biting into my flesh, before placing soft kisses against my jaw line. Finally, you brought your lips to hover above mine. I held my breath as you paused and my body arched, reaching for you, reaching for that kiss.
"Show me you want it," you whispered into my lips.
I hesitated before bringing my hand up to your hair. I placed my hand against the back of your head and grabbed your hair lightly. My eyes followed the path of my hand and I took in the man in front of me. Your once dark hair was now weaved with strands of grey, showing your age and wisdom. The side of your face showed the beginning signs of a five o'clock shadow. I ran my tongue over my lips before pulling forward, against your grip in my hair, to press my lips against yours.
As my lips touched yours I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of our kiss. You pulled my head upright as you leaned back to stand up, pulling me along with you. You kept our lips joined, deepening our kiss, as you walked us further into the hotel suite. I felt your tongue brush against mine and I couldn't hold back a moan at the taste of you. I had been longing for your touch since we first began talking several weeks ago. I protested as you broke off our kiss and you only raised your eyebrow at my grunt of disapproval before using my hair to reel my body into the wall. My face and breasts pressed against the cool wall, and the thin material of my shirt did naught to hide my hardened nipples. My head tipped back slightly as you slid the hand from my hair down around my throat, your grip tightening and slackening periodically. I felt my ass and hips being pulled out by your free hand and I moaned at the pressure of your hand rubbing against my ass.
My body quivered as you let your hand drop down my leg, your palm rubbing down the back of it. As you brought your hand back up my leg, dragging your fingers up the insides of my thighs, my legs parted in response. My eyes fell closed as you let your fingers slide underneath my skirt and my breath caught as they paused at my panties. You let out a small laugh and I bit my lip, knowing that laugh meant you were planning on teasing me. I could sense your fingers, dancing right below where my panties were, not quite touching me. I began to lift my hips back, trying to press myself against your hand, but you used the hand around my neck to place a sharp slap against my face.
"Do not move," you said sternly.
I moved my hips back to where they were before, my eyes looking to the ground. Your hand slid back around my throat and you replaced the pressure of your fingers around it. Your hand felt cool against the heat of my neck, now flushing with embarrassment from being reprimanded. I again felt the sensation of your hand near my panties again, and it took all I had in me not to press my hips back just the slightest amount. I could feel your eyes watching me, waiting for me to move again. To my disbelief your fingers drew even closer, but still managed to not touch me. I groaned in frustration quietly, but still did not move back. My fingers curled into fists against the wall, displaying the will it was using me to not push back.