As soon as the door had clicked shut, she was on top of him, pulling him closer to her. He pressed her hard against the wall, his hands gliding expertly up her smooth thighs, pushing her dress up. She kissed him fiercely, her tongue dancing over his, her lips twirling in a duet with his own.
Her fair skin was soft against the coarse stubble of his chin, and the coarseness sent electricity across her skin; she felt her sense heighten, as she kissed her lover.
Her hands clawed at his back, holding him tightly against her; holding herself tight against the wall. He pulled away from her kiss, and gently bit her lip, pulling on it delicately with his teeth, staring into her eyes.
"Fuck me, Sven." She said, just as he brought his mouth down ruthlessly on hers.
Sven slid her dress further up her legs, and past her hips. He felt her legs tighten around his own, as she unbuttoned his shirt, but she didn't take her lips off his.
When his chest was exposed, she broke their kiss, and planted her own on his collarbone. He enjoyed that; having her face nuzzled into his shoulder. He gently bit her ear, and he felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Without warning, she tore his shirt from his shoulders, and let it fall. It seemed to float, and catch the air as it gracefully spiralled to the carpet. Sven found it a beautiful sight.
Yvonne, for that was her name, pushed him onto the bed. She went to crawl on top of him, but he grinned, and held her off him.
"Take off your dress." He said softly, his gaze resting on her half exposed panties. Yvonne returned the smile, and sensually took a shoulder strap off one shoulder. It didn't fall far; the curve of her breast prevented that.
Her dress didn't fall when the other strap was gone either. Yvonne merely grinned, and started to move her hips, as her hands slipped behind her, and worked on the zip. He wondered how many times she had done that dance for Kurt -- but he quickly shook the thought from his mind.
Once the dress was free, she leapt on him, her lips pressing against his own. His mouth pushed back against the relentless assault he was receiving, and his hands toyed with her buttocks.
"Yvonne..." He said, feeling her own hand at the bulge in his pants. "What about Kurt?"
She stopped kissing his neck, and stared at him.
"Do you not want me Sven?" She said. Hey eyes burned with lust, and a bead of saliva was slowly sliding out from the corner of her mouth. She was beautiful. That was true.
"I want you Yvonne." He said. "I fucking want you. But is this right?" Yvonne grinned.
"I don't know, is it?" She said, letting her bra fall onto his chest, her breasts bouncing free. Oh, fuck. It was right. She was right.... He sucked on one of her nipples, while his hand played with the other breast; massaging it, squeezing it, giving it a slap. He slapped it again, harder, leaving a delicate pink mark. He watched it bounced, and he slapped it again, harder still!
Yvonne let out a moan of pleasure, and he responded by pulling on her nipples, one with his fingers, one with his teeth. She groaned again, and he stopped sucking, pushing her head down onto his own.
They kissed once more. He held her head tightly, and felt her hands slid down to his crotch. He felt his belt being undone, and he stopped kissing. Yvonne grinned at him, and planted gentle kisses on his collarbone, while she unzipped his pants.
Within seconds she had pulled them off, and nothing was in the way of his member, but his briefs. She pulled them off too, in one swift motion.
