Holly's belly filled with a thousand fluttering butterflies as she waited for him on a brick wall outside of her house. Her legs dangling over the edge, she wasn't quite sure why she was so nervous about his arrival. They had met before. But under different circumstances, they were in public constantly. But this time they'd be all alone in a Las Vegas hotel room.
She waited only a few minutes before he pulled up. She stood up, tucking a strand of her dark blonde hair behind her ear. Her full, red lips turned themselves up into a beautiful smile as her blue eyes focused on him for a moment before she stepped into the car.
On the way to the hotel, her butterflies were quickly replaced with joy and desire. A yearning in her body, commanding her to mate with the man next to her.
At each red light, Scott's deep brown eyes couldn't help but to look over at her smiling with her eyes focusing out the window. She looked lovely. Her make up done so naturally it were as if she weren't wearing any at all. A light pink tank top that showed of a little of her belly and a pink skirt with red flowers that went to the middle of her thighs.
They walked into his hotel and Holly went to look out the window as Scott went to the bathroom. She slipped her shoes off and let her toes enjoy the feel of the carpet. The early morning sun stared right at her through the window, causing her pupils to shrink and her eyes light up.
Scott walked out of the bathroom and walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around Holly's slim torso and soaking up the sweet smell of her perfume.
"I can't believe we're finally here, finally alone," she said softly.
He kissed the top of her head. "I know."
She turned around and smiled playfully. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and planted a big kiss on his eager lips. She soon began to kiss his neck. He sucked in a sharp breath as her warm mouth found his earlobe and nibbled at it gently.
"Bed," she sweetly commanded. He obeyed and walked over to the bed and dropped onto it with her on top of him. Rising up on her knees, she moved to straddle his lap. As she ran her hands along his shoulders and neck, she kissed him passionately, letting her tongue explore his mouth.
His hands found her breasts through her pink tank top, and he massaged them lightly as he returned her kiss. She moaned at his touch and deepened their kiss. Because she was on her knees, her flowery skirt was already pushed up a bit, but his hands slid down to push the rest of it up to her waist to reveal white brazilian style laced panties.
He grunted at the feel of her warm flesh and rolled on top of her. In one slow, gentle movement, he wrapped his hand around her slim wrists and pulled her arms above her head. She was pinned beneath him, nowhere to go, his for the taking.
And she loved it.
A soft moan escaped the back of her throat as his lips grazed over her neck and collar bone and he pushed his pelvis gently into hers with deep, long movements. His free hand found itself roaming up her thigh, over her belly and under her tank top, fondling her firm breasts.
"I surrender," she playfully and lustfully shouted. "I can't take anymore. I'm gonna c...." He shut her up with a kiss as his free hand moved from her breast, to the inside of her thighs and began massaging. A long, powerful moan burst from her lips as her back arched up and her body contracted, sending orgasmic pleasure throughout her entire body.
She somehow got one of her hands free, and after she stopped yelling, she traced his jaw line with her soft finger tips and brought her lips to his in a passionate, deep kiss. She rolled on top of him and sat on his pelvis, feeling his arousal pressing hard against her.
She sat straight up as her fingers danced over the fastenings of his pants. Her slim hands moved over his erection. He watched in astonished wonder as she moved down and...
"Oh god, ..." The warmth of her breath over his skin sent shivers through his body. And the silky feel of her lips on the head of his member... He groaned and closed his eyes.
That silk now pursed against his skin as she planted a delicate kiss on the tip of his length. Then the warm heat of her tongue touched down and the groan turned into a soft moan. Goosebumps crawled across his arms and legs as his spine quaked and his breath caught.
Oh god... This time his oath was silent.
Her tongue moved, leaving coolness in its wake as it traced along the edge of his head. He gripped the covers as pleasure raced through him, struggling not to move, not to intervene. He had to let her set the pace; her wondrous explorations of his body, maddening as they were, were the most beautiful tortures he'd endured.
She let out a low, hissing exhalation and he groaned again as the heat of her breath spread over his moistened flesh and skimmed over the dry skin. Her fingertips were stroking his shaft now, light touches that only increased the growing hunger within him. He wanted to reach down and lace his fingers through her hair, drawing her onto him--