A droplet of sweat rolls down my neck and slips in between my heaving breasts as I reach for the air conditioner switch. My heart beats rapidly, my breath shallow, not from the heat, but from anticipation. You had kissed me softly before you walked into the hotel room, telling me you had one or two things left to prepare before you came to get me. I reach into my purse and get out my lipstick, applying it to my lips. As the color glides against my lips, I can almost imagine that it is your tongue. I close my lips together, rubbing them to distribute the color evenly as I see you stride towards the car. Slowly our mouths move into a smile simultaneously. You open the car door and I slide my bare legs out towards you. You reach for my hand and assist me out of the car, ever the gentleman. I reach my face up to kiss you; you merely kiss my forehead. "When we get to the door, you need to close your eyes."
I agree as we walk, hand in hand towards the hotel room silently. We reach the door. You remind me again to close my eyes. I comply. I hear you unlock the door and open it. Guiding me into the room, you softly close and lock the door behind us. I breathe deeply, smelling sage and flowers. In the quiet room, I hear a thunderstorm beginning. "Odd," I think, "there were no clouds in the sky."
"You can open your eyes," you say softly next to my ear from behind me. As I look around the room, I see the source of the heavenly fragrance glowing from every surface in the room. Candles are burning, making it brighter in the room than it was in the late afternoon summer sun. As the sound of the thunderstorm grows louder, I notice it coming from the stereo. I look at the bed and I see pink and red rose petals covering the blankets, one pillow is a small gold box. You walk around to stand in front of me. You reach up with the back of your hand and stroke my cheek gently.
"Surprise," you whisper. I lift my face to reply and your lips capture mine in a deep kiss. My comment dies as my mouth comes alive under your kiss and my arms wrap around your neck. I feel your hands slide under my shirt, my skin tingling as your fingers slide softly over my waist. Your fingertips barely graze my skin as they move up; your thumbs rub against the side of swell of my breasts. Without a single touch from you, my nipples strain against the lace of my bra. Your hands slide up to my arms, unwrapping them from your neck, sliding my shirt over them and letting it fall to the floor. You take the backs of your hands and brush them against my breasts, making the nipples harder. I reach down and hurriedly yank your shirt from your pants, sliding my palms up your stomach and up to your chest. When my fingernails scrape across your nipples, you finish pulling the shirt over your head, dropping it on top of mine. I lean forward, letting my breasts touch your rib cage. It reminds me of a scene in a movie just briefly before you crush me against you in a mind-numbing kiss.
When I can think even a bit again, I realize you have unclasped my bra and are sliding the straps off my arms. You lean forward and kiss each breast softly as you uncover them. Your tongue flicks lightly over each nipple, making them harder still. Suddenly you stop and step away from me towards the head of the bed. You reach for the small gold box and hand it to me. I look at you questioningly. "Open it," you command me. I comply and inside the tissue paper are six small chocolates. You take one out and lift it to my lips, circling them with the chocolate. As you do this, I smell something and smile slowly as I open my lips and slowly stick out my tongue. You gently place the chocolate on it and watch as my tongue takes it into my mouth. As the taste of the chocolate and raspberry burst in my mouth, I close my eyes and moan softly. Without giving me a chance to finish the delight, you lean in and open my mouth with your tongue, sharing in my bliss, now doubled kissing you. When the chocolate is gone, you lean back your head and say, "I think I now enjoy chocolate and raspberry as much as you."
"Ahh," I say, "but now I enjoy it even more." You smile as you sit on the bed and pull me towards you. This time, you take my breast into your mouth as you begin to suck on the nipple, rolling it around with your tongue, teasing it with your teeth. My hands curl into your hair and hold you against me. You move your head to the other breast, marking your return trail with staccato flicks of your tongue along the way. As you take the other breast in your mouth and suck deeply on it, a groan is pulled from me, making you suck harder on it. With one hand, you reach down and slide it up the outside of my thigh. You trace my skin, just under the hem of my shorts. You slide your thumb up when you reach the inside of my thigh and stroke down the length of my wet slit. It is soon joined by the rest of your fingers. With your other hand you reach up and undo the shorts, pulling them down until they fall of their own accord.
