It's almost completely dark in the hotel room since my eyes have yet to adjust. The moon is in a crescent shape just above the horizon visible through the window that overlooks the ocean.
As I enter the room, the intense smell of vanilla fills my senses as my eyes adjust to the dim candle light where I see you on the bed watching me enter the room and drink in the vanilla, and familiar smell of your skin in the air. As my eyes adjust I can see that you begin to shift your position on the bed because the sight of me has started to arouse you, and you move under the smooth satin sheets mainly because you can feel yourself getting wet, and the intense feel of the sheets brushing across your rising nipples causes an intense rush which runs directly from your nipples to your clit.
I can see you biting your bottom lip now, and know that you are more than just excited; you are moments away from transforming into your animal alter ego that you attempt to keep hidden, but it is subtly obvious to those who know you and can see the change come over you merely by the look in your eyes. Knowing and imagining what is causing you to stir under the sheets begins to immediately excite me, and cause a re-direction of blood flow as I begin to swell in anticipation of what is about to go down.
More likely it is the anticipation of me going down on you, because that is the thing that puts my motor deep into the red line, and gets me hard enough to scratch glass. As I watch you writhe under the sheet in anticipation, you gently pull the sheet down to expose your nipples, which are more than erect; they are drawn very tight, and are almost panting from having the sheet drawn across them. I can't wait to get my hands on you now, and pull off my t-shirt to expose my hairy chest, and some pretty stiff nipples with small stainless steel ringlets running through them.
I loosen my belt and my pants slide down my legs, to expose a growing wet spot on my maroon briefs, the flow of pre-cum is really starting to become evident now, but not to worry the factory is just kicking into gear. I have to work to try and get my wet undies off now, because they are getting caught on my shaft which is shiny because he has gotten so hard that the skin is pulled taught over the head, which is becoming wetter by the moment from the sugary juices that are running down the front of my head, and down onto the cord underneath that is in absolute anticipation of rubbing on the hood of your clit.