I arrived at the hotel 20 minutes after she did, anticipation thrumming in my veins. As I reached the door, I took a deep breath, steadying myself before knocking. A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and there she was--standing in the dim glow of the room, wrapped in nothing but sheer, lacy lingerie that barely concealed her curves.
My breath hitched. Her chubby frame was a vision of raw sensuality, her soft, fleshy body illuminated just right by the warm lights inside. The way the fabric hugged her, teasing glimpses of the softness beneath, sent a jolt straight to my core. I could feel myself stiffen instantly, desire coiling tight within me.
She smirked, noticing the effect she had on me. "Took you long enough," she murmured, stepping back just enough to let me inside. As I closed the door behind me, she turned, giving me a teasing sway of her hips. My hands itched to touch her, to grab onto those curves and pull her flush against me.
"You're already trying to kill me, aren't you?" I muttered, my voice thick with hunger.
She giggled, stepping closer until her body pressed against mine, her warmth seeping through my clothes. Her fingers trailed down my chest, slow and deliberate, stopping just at my waistband. "Maybe," she whispered, tilting her head up, her lips hovering near mine.
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation as I stepped inside. She was already there, lounging in nothing but her sultry lingerie, her curves accentuated in all the right ways. My pulse quickened instantly. Her body, soft and inviting, was a feast for my eyes.
We sat on the edge of the bed, lighting up cigarettes, the smoke curling between us as we exchanged knowing glances. Each inhale built the tension, each exhale filled the silence with unspoken desire.
Once the cigarettes were out, she lay back, pulling me down with her. Our lips met--slow at first, a gentle exploration, then deeper, more urgent. Her body pressed against mine, her hands tangling in my hair as she kissed me harder, her lips parting just enough for her tongue to tease against mine. She moved to my ear, sucking and nibbling at my earlobes, sending shivers straight down my spine.
I felt her body melt into mine, her breathing ragged as we shed our clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. Skin against skin, our heat intertwined, the hunger between us intensifying with each passing second. I could feel the way she trembled beneath my touch, how her nails grazed my back, how her soft moans vibrated against my lips.
She straddled me, her full, supple body pressing down, lips trailing from my mouth to my chest. She lingered there, her tongue flicking over my nipples, teasing, playing, making me groan in response. Slowly, she moved lower, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire until she reached my throbbing length.
Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark with desire, before she took me into her mouth. A sharp gasp escaped me as she worked her tongue, her movements slow, deliberate, her warmth engulfing me in waves of pleasure. She was relentless, teasing me, making me lose myself completely in the way she moved.
But I needed to feel her beneath me. I flipped her onto her back, my mouth now tracing its own path--her lips, her neck, her heaving chest. My tongue flicked over her nipples, circling, sucking, making her arch beneath me. Her soft moans turned into whimpers as my hand slipped between her thighs, feeling just how wet she was for me.
Her moans grew louder as I pushed my fingers inside her, curling just right, making her body writhe beneath me. At one point, she nearly screamed, but bit her lip to stifle the sound, her body tightening around my fingers.
I couldn't stop now. I needed to taste her.
Sliding down, I spread her thighs apart and buried my mouth between them. The moment my tongue flicked against her, she gasped, her hands gripping the sheets. "Fuck--oh yes," she moaned, her hips lifting to meet my mouth.
