She closed her eyes and exhaled. Nicole looked down at the keycard the woman and the front desk had given her. One hand gripped the handle of her small luggage as the other slid the card into the slot and waited for the little light to turn green.
It's now or never,
she thought to herself. As soon as it did, Nicole's elbow pushed down the door handle, and her body weight opened the door for her.
The lights were all off and the curtains pulled shut, but candles littered the shelves and floor, giving the room a soft glow. "Oh my..." Nicole barely managed before setting down her bag and closing the door behind her. A figure emerged from the room and she immediately recognized it as Everett. "Everett!" Nicole cried, and ran towards him, embracing him in a friendly hug. "Nicole," he whispered into her ear, meeting her hug with a tight squeeze.
"You're here," he said with almost some astonishment.
Nicole giggled, "
You're
here." She began to loosen her grip from around his neck so she could face him. "Why wouldn't I come?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"I can't think of any reason why," Everett returned with a smile, and leaned into her, brushing his nose against hers. Nicole returned his smile, the butterflies already forming in her stomach, and met his lips with hers.
Their first kiss was endless. What started out as a light, sweet kiss had slowly morphed into a token of passion and exuberance. Nicole dropped her purse with a sudden "thump" as she pressed into Everett and took a handful of his hair in her hand.
Everett began to make his way from Nicole's lips to her neck. Nicole gladly accepted the gesture with the turn of her head and a deep sigh. She could feel the wetness and his warm breath explore, giving her slight tingles and goosebumps up her arms. Everett's lips continued making their way up and down her neck, while his hands began to rub her sides and made their way under her shirt. Nicole began to pull away, and Everett looked up, confused. "I don't want the fire alarm to go off," Nicole mumbled sheepishly. Everett looked into her eyes and chuckled. "Don't you worry about it," he replied, and resumed his previous task.
Nicole felt herself moving backwards because of a lack of support, and her back was met sharply with the hard surface of a wall. The pair smirked at the turn of position but were soon deep into the previous mood. Everett's hands, already gripping the bottom of Nicole's shirt, began to bring themselves upwards. As soon as Nicole realized the notion, she raised her arms so that her shirt could easily be removed.
Everett excused himself from her neck and came back to her lips, moving one hand through her hair as the other lightly traced her stomach and chest before meeting her bra-covered breast. Nicole's hands made their way down from his hair to his hips, slowly dragging his shirt up and over his head.
Nicole's arms embraced Everett once again as he pressed into her body and began to slowly grind his groin against hers. His mood began to match his kiss as they upped the ante and began to French. Everett's arms began to move to Nicole's back, and slowly found the bra strap. With a quick pinch and pull, the bra had become unclasped, and through their kisses, Nicole slipped it off her arms.
With his arms still pressed against her back, the two moved as one as they pressed against each other, Everett's chest massaging Nicole's areoles and her pelvis moving against his, the two couldn't help but become extremely aroused. Everett began to make his way back to Nicole's neck, but he didn't stop there. He lovingly kissed down to her collarbones and then to her chest, scarcely avoiding her breasts.