There was a knock on the door of the motel room. Peeking through the curtain, I see you, and rush to open the door. There is no hello, no how are you, no words exchanged at all. I pull you into the room, push you up against the door, close it, and put my lips on yours. Your arms go around me, holding me to you. I can already feel you through our clothes. My tongue traces your lips, before slipping inside, teeth meeting in the frenzied kiss. My legs are wobbly when you move your lips to the sensitive spot under my ear. I run my hands over your sleek head, down your back, until I have both hands gripping your ass. I squeeze when you lightly suck on my neck, sending shivers down my body. You pull your head back and look me in the eye.
"I've been dreaming about this," I tell you.
"So have I, Baby, so have I."
Lifting your shirt over your head, I tell you, "You know I love it when you call me baby."
I run my hands over the new skin I exposed. You're so strong, everything on your body fits perfectly. I run my finger nails down your chest, scrapping over you nipples. They stand out, and I run my tongue over them. My hands circle your waist, loving the smooth feel of your skin under my fingers. Your hands squeeze my tits when I slide mine inside your pants. The muscles in your ass clench when I rub my palms across them. Around your hips, fingers teasing the crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. Pulling my hands out, I reach to undo them. You stop me. You slowly start unbuttoning my shirt, kissing each spot that is revealed. On the third button, my tits are exposed. I wore no bra. You stare at them, before lifting them in your hands, feeling their weight. You lower your head running your tongue around my nipple, without touching it. Then you grab it with your teeth. I can't hold in the moan that comes from deep inside me. My hand finds the back of your head, urging you closer. You hold it with your teeth, and run your tongue over and over it. You pull and tug on the other one with your thumb and first finger. I hold them up, and you unbutton the rest of the buttons. The shirt slides off my shoulders, I let go of my tits so I can take it the rest of the way off. We move to the bed, laying side by side, your leg between mine, kissing and touching.
Again I reach for your pants, wanting to feel what I have already seen. This time you don't stop me. Pushing you over onto your back, I finish undressing you. When you are completely naked, I sit, just looking.
"Perfect," I tell you. "You are absolutely perfect."
