I clasp my hands around his neck, hungry for him, I kiss him fiercely. I run my mouth along his jaw, his beard stubble tickling against my lips and tongue. He groans my name and pulls me closer. I can feel his cock pressing against his trousers and I smile, knowing he wants me just as much as I want him. Gently, he brushes my hair to the side, exposing my neck. He kisses me, and I can feel him breathing heavily against my throat. His hands on my waist, holding me close. "You're insatiable!" He breathes into my ear.
"Would you have me any other way?" I ask, taking his hand. "Let's go upstairs." I say, leading him out of the restaurant. We get into the lift and as soon as the doors close, I push him against the wall, grab his face and kiss him urgently. His hands immediately find my backside under my skirt and he moans as my hands move to his belt. The door opens and it's our floor. I lead him across the hall and open the door to my hotel room, closing it behind us.
"Get me out of this dress." I command, authoritative and sexy as hell, he knows from the colour of my eyes that I am thinking nothing but naughty thoughts, and he does exactly what he is told. I'm aching for his touch and as soon as his hands brush my shoulders I gasp with desire. He slides off my dress and smirks when he sees what I am wearing underneath. Little. Black. Lacy. Three of his favourite adjectives.
"You are something else." he says taking in the view. He reaches to touch me, but I slap him away.
"Get on the bed..." and he walks backwards to the bed, sitting on the edge. "Take off your shoes." I tell him as I approach him. "Have you got any weapons on you today?" And I rub his legs, from his knees, up to his cock. I undo his belt and pull down his trousers and boxers while on my knees between his legs. His dick is hard and the thought of it inside me makes me wet.
"I fucking love your cock." I say as I start to lick his dick. I start slowly at the bottom and lick up to the tip. Circling the top, I let him enter my mouth and run my tongue over the length of him. I stroke his balls and take them Between my lips, gently grazing them with my teeth. "Fuck my mouth." I tell him as I take his dick, he thrusts and I moan, with every thrust he goes deeper, I want him so much. His hands move to my breasts, and still on my knees, I begin to kiss his arms, his thumbs circle over my nipples causing them to press against the lacy material. I stifle a moan as he moves his hands down to my waist and hips, I stand up and get on top of him, he looks so good in his dirty white T-shirt, but I peel it up and, biting my lip while checking him out, I take it off. His hands are on my stockings and slowly travel behind to my backside. I keep eye contact with him as I move my hips backwards and forwards, over his wet cock, sliding and teasing him. I push his body down against the bed and allow his hands to rock my body against him.
"I've got something for us in the fridge..." I say as I climb off him. He smacks my backside as I stand, and although I pretend to be offended, I love it when he gets kinky.