She paced the hotel room nervously, glancing every few minutes at the clock on the nightstand. Any minute now she thought, as the time slowly ticked by. Absently she twisted her fingers as she paced. She knew this was going to be different than anything she'd ever experienced, she didn't know how, she just inherently knew. What could she expect? She didn't know. She paused in front of the mirror, checking her hair and slight touch of makeup. She knew he didn't like much makeup, but she felt she had to put some on to cover the weariness the day's toll had taken on her. Satisfied, she then dabbed a bit more perfume behind her ears, on the curve of her neck, trailing the applicator down between her breasts, all the way down to her navel.
She readjusted her negligee, pulling the lacy tube top across her breasts, pulling it taut enough for her nipples to be apparent through the semi sheer white material. She turned to view her backside and noticed the g string was twisted, and moved the harem style skirt back to make her final adjustments. Facing her reflection once again, she noted how the white lace sparkled against her tanned skin; smiling softly to herself, she knew he'd be pleased.
Quietly she slipped into her mules, and walked to her computer to find some music to soothe her nerves. Soft, sultry blues filled the room; closing her eyes, she swayed to the music, getting lost in the rhythm. She imagined his body up behind hers- pressed tight, pelvis grinding against her ass. Her hands became his- trailing across her stomach, teasingly light and sensuous. Her reverie was rudely and abruptly interrupted by the shrill of the phone from across the room. She flew to the phone; her fingers shook as she reached to pick up the receiver. Consciously, she remembered to breathe as she whispered a soft hello.
"I am here little one, and I am thirsty." His voice quiet and low, his drawl almost nonexistent as his words were clipped and distinct. She could only stare at the receiver, now dead in her hands. She stood frozen, her mind spiraled momentarily as the realization hit her. He was here! Now!
Suddenly she snapped back to the present as his words filled her brain. Quickly she moved the chair at the small desk to the center of the room, and leaned over the desk resting her cheek against the wood, facing the wall opposite the door. She moved her hands to rest above her head, palms flat, fingertips barely touching. Her pulse raced, and a flush spread quickly throughout her body as she realized too late that the skirt portion of her lingerie may not be appropriate. There wasn't enough time to remove it and put it away. She gnawed on her bottom lip, listening to the soothing music, but only hearing the thumping of her heart.
The seconds seemed like minutes, her mouth dry, her breaths already ragged. She could feel herself growing moist, the ache for him already becoming unbearable. Her mind continued to race, trying to imagine the pleasures that were yet to become. Her hips rocked instinctively, slowly gyrating...anticipating...longing. She heard the doorknob turn and held her breath. This was the moment she'd been waiting for...lived her life for. She closed her eyes, willing her body to settle down, relax. However as the door opened, her body was in no mood for listening. The energy from his presence filling the room, she felt her skin tingle in response. The waiting was agonizing, why didn't he say anything? She struggled not to squirm, she knew without words that he wanted her to remain still and quiet, until he told her otherwise.
She held her breath as she heard him move about the room, straining to hear every subtle nuance of his movements. In the distance she heard the clunk of what she could only imagine as his overnight bag. Next she heard the sound of a zipper, it sounded different from the kind one would find on clothing. It was louder, stronger, and longer, than a conventional zipper. Silently she cursed not being able to see what he was doing, and doubly cursed him for being so quiet, giving her no indication of his actions. She heard some rustling and scrambled to try and make sense of the sounds, her anxiety quickly forgotten. Her body began to relax as she became accustomed to his presence in the room.
She heard something being pulled across the carpet, then silence again. She sighed softly, fighting the urge to drum her fingernails on the desk, just to be sassy, but quickly dismissed the idea. She knew he approached before she felt his touch. She felt heat emanating from him as he stood over her. His hand brushed the hair gently back from her face, remaining just beyond her line of sight. Reflex had her leaning into his touch, moaning softly, instinct had her heat throbbing, and intuition had her trembling. His hand wound in her hair, gripping it tightly, causing her to catch her breath and tense. He wound his hand tighter yet, reminding her that she was there for him. The thought sent currents flowing through her like a raging river, finally pooling within her silky folds. She heard him take a deep breath, and exhale with a deep satisfied growl. For a moment she felt embarrassed when she realized that her musky scent was permeating the room, evidence of her arousal filling his lungs.
He tugged on her hair, pulling her head back to him, growling at her ear, "Are you getting excited pet? I can smell your lust from here. It pleases me."
He lowered her head back down to the desk, the cool surface soothing on her enflamed skin. His free hand curled around her neck; causing her to stiffen that much more. Her biggest fear immediately assuaged her psyche. Her fingers scratched at the desk, instinctively she pushed back against him, her mind fighting with the thought of using her safe word so early, knowing it would break the spell already cast upon them. As her internal struggle mounted, her body prepared to flee, his fingers gently massaged her flesh, lingering on her neck, but slowly moving to her shoulder. She closed her eyes and said a silent thank you to whatever power that held her steadfast in that brief moment. Slowly the realization hit her that she was right to place her trust in him, he would not hurt her. Without words his touch alone reassured her that she was safe; little by little her body once again relaxed beneath his loving touch.
"Very good pet, very good," his voice hissed in her ear. His hand continued down her back, taking in every inch of her tingling flesh. Her eyes closed as she lost herself in his comforting hand. She could feel her juices escaping from her pussy lips, her hips wriggled involuntarily, innocently seeking some- any type of relief. She bit her bottom lip, hoping the movement went unnoticed. When she heard a soft chuckle, she knew it had not. She tensed yet again, waiting for the sting that she was sure would follow- but it didn't. Surprisingly, she felt a loss, a void. That void was slowly turning to a yearning, which surprised her even more. She felt sure that a hard swat on her backside would sate the need, the ache that was slowly consuming her. In her mind she could feel the sting reverberating throughout her body.
His hand circled her waist, his fingers spanning her side, almost measuring the fit of his hand against her curve. She heard him utter a long slow moan, she could only interpret as satisfaction, and it made her smile, knowing he appreciated her shape. Her eyes closed again, this time anticipating where his hand would roam next, where he would tease her with a simple touch. Once again he tugged on her hair, bringing her out of her reverie. It was almost that he could sense exactly when she was losing herself, and he was determined to keep her right on the edge, mentally grasping at every motion, every touch.
"Lift your head pet, and look straight ahead. Don't move. Next time you may not be so lucky." He whispered lovingly.
Without hesitation, she turned and lifted her head, wondering what he was going to do next. His hand left her hair and followed the same path as its predecessor, eventually stopping at her waist. She knew he was still at her side, she didn't feel or hear him move. Each of his hands gripped her waist, digging into her flesh, once again gauging the fit. ~~~
He moved behind her, his hand grazing her stomach, his fingertips lightly pinching her skin, eliciting a plethora of soft moans from her. Unbeknownst to her, his smile was soft and knowing, as he watched her try and maintain her composure. He knew how difficult this was for her, how nervous she was. He also had confidence in her, for he knew her innate desire to please. He would draw out that desire and then some, feeding both their hungers.
He watched her closely, his eyes never leaving her form, watching her subtle reactions to his capable hands. He was learning her body, learning more about her than she knew herself. Committing to memory where she was most sensitive, where his touch seemingly had no visible reaction; but he knew deep down, deep in his heart that not a single touch, tug, pinch or caress was going unnoticed. He knew he was just stoking the fires within her, awakening her to pleasures she never knew existed. Just as he knew all of this, he also knew she was holding back, still unsure of fully letting herself go, becoming the wanton slut he knew she wanted to be. He knew before this night was done, she would be his, and only his, fulfilling a fire within him that had for too long been smoldering. She had awakened the beast that had lain dormant for years, rekindled a hope that he'd long since thought was dead. His one. He looked at her, her body responding to the lightest of touches. Yes, she would be his. He needed to show her everything she was capable of giving- and more. He knew her sex was dripping with desire, and he fought his own internal demons not giving into the temptation to drink from her well. He wanted, no he needed to draw her out of her own self- bring her to that place where she realized their joining would be the cumulation of her submission to him, it would be complete. They would be complete.
"Does that feel good pet?" He inquired softly. His drawl more pronounced as he oozed the words out slowly, his fingers now crawling up to cradle each of her breasts in his hands. His strong body now draped over hers, his cock nestled in the crack of her ass. He groaned as he felt her body meld to his. His fingers pinched her nipples beneath the flimsy fabric. Roughly he pulled it away, letting her breasts hang freely. He cupped and squeezed them; taking in her soft mewls. He grasped the delicate rings that adorned her nipples and tugged, relishing in the feral groan that it produced.
"Tell me pet, tell me how that feels." He softly commanded, waiting for her response that he was sure to be slow as she searched for the words she knew he required. He continued pinching, tugging and rolling her nipples between his fingers, each one a little harder than the previous one. He would continue until she said the words- the right words. The words he knew she had inside, but needed to let them flow.
"Yes, that feels so good, please don't stop." she murmured
He pulled harder.
She yelped, "Yes please...please, yessssssssss." Her body trembled beneath his.
