Passion and desperation were interlocked between the two bodies, their love bound by this single night. The two lovers had waited for this day for many weeks, their patience drawing closer and closer to breaking point as their love was tested. Outside of the window, the scene was that of a city landscape, the sound of horns beeping with the traffic and the constant sound of talking. The sky was dark grey, the cold weather causing the falling rain to slowly drift to the brink of being snow, the skyscrapers towering outside of the window darkening the room to a dim black.
The scene inside of the room was quite different; two bodies lay upon the bed, letting their fingers stroke across one another's body seductively. The bed was a large bed, with space for the pair and some to spare. The walls were decorated with light and neutral colours, consisting mainly of creams and decorated with photographs of nature and different landscapes. There were clothes strewn across the mass of the floor and it was quite hot, the heating having been turned up in the hotel.
The focus, however, was neither on the decoration nor on the pictures, but instead on the two whom were slowly drawing closer to each other, their love being released upon one another controllably. It was their eyes that demonstrated the love, his deep blue eyes showing compassion and care whilst her green eyes showed quite a different story, a tale of lust and desire, passion and temptation. His hands were stroking across her delicate body as she whispered soft delicacies into his ear, his hands slowly easing the tension and her desire began to show...
Their bodies were now at meeting point, their eyes locked on each others and their lips drawing slowly closer together. As they met, she felt him pressing against her and her hand ran seductively across the middle of chest, ending a few centimetres short of the crucial point. She was teasing him and so he decided to allow his love to fall upon her body, stopping her from teasing him. His kisses landed not only on her lips, but on her cheeks and on her neck, slowing moving towards her supple breasts.
He could hear her voice, the soft breath falling into the air and showing that his actions were quite satisfying. He saw her soft nipples and his hands ran across the surface of her breasts, his lips ending at the dark circles surrounding her nipples. He let his hands pass her breasts, slowly moving downwards before returning as he heard a short gasp of shock at his suddenness. He let his tongue roll across her nipples, his hands caressing the soft flesh of her breast, both working in motion with one another to shorten her breasts, raising the desires that she had...
His hands continued to massage her breasts as his lips gently ran across her nipples, his tongue feeling the hardened skin and he pulled away, allowing his hands to resume the action. His fingers gently stroking the tips of her nipples as his mouth returned to her lips. He looked into her eyes, the desire turning into wild passion as his lips brushed across her skin. He could sense his mind telling him to press further, to move slowly downwards towards her inner thighs and the most sensitive of all areas. He let his hand stroke across the stomach and then moving towards her thigh, stroking it seductively and expecting a reaction but receiving none.
His lips continued to press against her, smothering her in his delicate kisses as his free hand then moved towards her vagina, letting his hands roll across the soft skin and then brushing back upwards, stopping himself from entering her. He was quite aroused at this point but refused to act, letting his hands take the lead and his hand continued to roll across her flesh and stroking her seductively...her eyes opened from the kisses and he saw that he could no longer delay and he moved his hands towards her with patience but instead controlled his temptations and took care in arousing her as best he could.
He found himself moving not his hands but his gentle lips from her own, moving his cheeks to brush along hers whilst his hand stroked along the curves of her neck, each swift movement of his outstretched fingers being replaced with a gentle kiss where his fingertips had fallen. His lips ran along the delicate contours of her frame, kissing each of her shoulders and pulling her towards him with care, kissing the lines of her figure, never moving below her shoulders as he focused upon her upper frame, smiling as he watched her chest moving in a rhythmic beat, each beat creating a soft, sweet offering of a breath that fell upon his face with delight.