I followed you up the steps to our room...my heart pounding with each step closer, my pussy growing wetter and wetter as I see the room numbers grow closer to ours. You open the door to the room. I barely put my purse down when your hand reaches up through the back of my hair and pulls my head back and to the side roughly. Your lips lightly brush against mine, your tongue teasingly darts into my mouth then your tongue starts probing me...I feel as if you are trying to claim my soul with that kiss. Your grip on my head loosens briefly before you tighten it pulling my hair more...and my head back.
This action of yours causes me to let a moan escape from deep inside me, to try to push my body closer to yours. Your other hand reaches up and slides across my breast softly before you pinch my nipple making me moan and kiss you even deeper. We are backed up against the dresser now, I lean back and sit down slightly, you have made my legs go weak with pure hunger for you. Your hands are now roaming all over my body yet they seem to constantly miss the areas I need your touch the most.
We are still kissing when your hands stop their movement, and you then pull away from me. I lean into you, trying to capture that kiss back again but you grab my hair again while asking me if I was ready to become your slut....no longer just in talk but in reality. Parts of me want to scream "yes sir" while that deep core of me needs that last bit of reassurance. I look in your eyes and know in that moment, I trust you in ways I've never trusted before.