[NOTE: this takes place at the hotel after a show]
Matt was searching for his shaving kit when his girlfriend came in.
"Hey, baby," he greeted Lita with a smile, straightening from rummaging in his suitcase. "How'd the meeting go?"
"Fine," the redhead replied, bouncing towards him. "Some good storyline ideas. Ran too long. God, I'm horny!"
Matt chuckled at the last comment and reached for her, grinning.
"You're always horny," he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him.
"Yeah, well, that makes two of us," she shot back with a smirk. She wound her arms around his head, arching her back and pressing her chest tightly to his as they abandoned themselves to their hormones. Since their 'physical' relationship was pretty new, they still reacted to each other like giddy teenagers.
The gentle nibbles and tugs on lips quickly gave way to probing tongues as the need rose in their bodies; a hard, hot ache. His mouth made a quick, wet trail down her jaw, throat and collarbone as his hands grazed up her sides, pulling her baby-tee up.
Lita had to let go of him and finish pulling it off herself, since it tangled around her hair and clung to one bicep uncooperatively. But it wasn't much of a distraction, since Matt's hungry mouth stayed busy on her chest, nipping at her peaked nipples and the curve of her breasts through and around the satin of her bra. When he couldn't get the clasp undone with both hands, she snaked her arm up behind her and unfastened it quickly, before he could get too frustrated.
'Why can't he do that?' she wondered fleetingly, not for the first time. 'What's so hard?'
She let the thought slide away as Matt hooked the shoulder straps with his blunt fingers and freed her of the burgundy undergarment. His dark-haired head buried in her exposed cleavage and his arms braced supportively across her lower back. She let him hold her up and abandoned herself to the racing sensations. God, his mouth felt good! Nipping, sucking, tugging her nipples....driving her crazy. She practically climbed up him, craving more, *more*, MORE!
Her hands went questing under his tank top, fingers playing along the sculpted planes of his muscles. They traded turned-on groans as Matt kneaded her rounded asscheeks through the almost slick material of her cargo pants, lifting her to her toes as he straightened up (to ease the twinge in his lower back) and sucked one dusky nipple hard into his warm, wet mouth. Lita straddled his muscular quadricep and quickly brought her leg up to wrap around his thigh, but misjudged slightly. When her heel connected with the back of his knee, he stumbled and they almost went sprawling.
"Whoa," Matt gasped out under his breath. He had to let Lita go and pinwheel his arms slightly to keep from landing on his rump. He stumble-stepped back a few paces and ended up sitting down abruptly in the room's big, comfy chair instead.
Lita caught herself none too gracefully, one knee and a palm on the floor, but quickly turned it to her advantage. Without even standing up straight, she made a beeline for Matt --more specifically, for the open invitation he accidentally presented. He had landed with his feet wide apart, knees against the chair's upholstered legs. Wide open.
'Perfect,' she thought, kneeling in front of him and leaning up for a fervent kiss. His hands tangled in her hair and he plundered her mouth as she began tugging on the fastenings of his jeans. Success! She managed the button and zipper with minimal fumbling, and they began working off the restrictive denim together, Matt raising his hips obligingly. It was awkward to maintain the lip-lock while doing it, but they managed. Once they had the garment past his pelvis, however, they had to pull away.
"Shoes," Lita panted, as her calf bumped into the hard-soled boot. 'Darn it! Why didn't I think of that *before* I got his pants halfway down,' she chided herself as she went to work on the laces.
Matt took the opportunity to strip off his tank top then bent to go to work on the other shoe, so that they would get done twice as fast. 'Dammit!' he cursed silently, as his hasty fingers almost knotted the bootlace, 'delays, delays, delays.'
The bulky footwear finally thumped to the floor, socks thrown haphazardly after them. The couple rapidly sent their respective pants and undies chasing after the socks (Lita took a moment to be proud of herself for remembering to get her footwear off first --she would have looked silly making the exact same mistake) then returned to their former positions.
'God! I've never been so relieved to be naked in my life!' Matt thought with an audible sigh, which immediately turned to a groan as Lita swooped in and captured his throbbing cock in her ravenous mouth. She didn't waste any time. Forget timid, she bobbed and sucked for all she was worth.
'Oh, God, he tastes good!' She groaned in concert with the thought. Bent on driving him crazy, she licked all around the head and shaft, using big, sweeping passes with her tongue.
Matt felt the pressure mounting in his body almost like it would push his skin off. Her hot, wet mouth was everywhere; her hair trickled like silk across his groin; her hands caressed the insides of his thighs. Her mouth slid down his throbbing dick in a quick deep-throat, engulfing nearly the entire shaft.
"OohhhhhHHHHH!" he moaned loudly, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as electric fire raced through his nerves, igniting his body and overloading his brain, his hips bucking involuntarily.
'Oh, no you don't,' Lita admonished mentally, as his dick plunged nearly to her tonsils. 'I hate it when guys do that.' She moved her arms to his thighs, pressing a little to hold him down. Then she switched oral tactics. She locked her lips around the corona of his leaking tip and twisted her head around, first one way, then the other, dragging her lips back and forth across the sensitive ridge. 'I should've gotten a pillow for my knees,' she thought, already feeling a little rug-burn. 'Oh, well ...too late. I ain't stopping now!'
