My mind kept wandering back to the amazing night I had experienced the previous weekend. I had decided I needed a well-deserved weekend away, with the sole purpose being to relax and recharge my batteries. The day was spent being pampered with an exquisite massage and by the end, as I walked out the door every muscle in my body was deliciously humming, my skin shimmering and seductively soft. My mind was thinking what a perfect start to a wonderful, probably never to be experienced again, weekend away.
Walking up to my room I dressed in a short black skirt that accentuated my long tanned toned legs and a silky cream shirt that hugged my curves revealing my ample cleavage to perfection. After sliding on my black high heels I looked in the mirror and smiled, as it was the first time in a while I actually had time to stop and look at myself. "Not too bad, if I do say so myself" I murmured. Gentle laughter rang from my lips as I realised that praising myself was such a foreign concept to me. Picking up my small purse I made my way down to the bar to enjoy a few drinks.
Walking over to the bar I sat on the edge of a bar stool and smoothed my skirt down, knowing that it was short and that I had to ensure I was mindful of it not slipping up too high. Ordering a scotch and coke my eyes took in the variety of people that were sitting in various locations around the bar.
The memory is still so clear in my mind of how, as I looked to the right, I could not help but inhale deeply as my eyes glided over the tall, dark haired man that stood to the side of me. His chest was broad and his arms rippled with firm, hard muscles, noticing how sexy he looked I could not avert my eyes from his ruggedly handsome face and intense eyes.
As I turned slightly so that he was standing directly in front of me, the feeling that I had known him a life time overwhelmed me. He bent and as he pulled me against him, he took possession of my mouth, his intoxicating, sweet tasting mouth, his body hard and hot pressed against mine. His arm moved around my waist while his other hand moved up the curve of my back and encircled the nape of my neck.
The caressing touch of his lips was so enticing that I gave myself up completely, lost to the overwhelming sensation that was sweeping through me. His body was powerful, strong, and masculine and exuded a raw power. I felt boneless as my body molded to his. I couldn't breathe, I had never felt such overwhelming need. His tongue penetrated my mouth in slow, erotic, seductive movements.
My hands, of their own accord, slid along the hard sculptured muscles of his chest through his shirt, I just knew without a doubt I needed to get closer, needed the touch of skin on skin. My hand slid under his shirt and slowly caressed the broad expanse of his warm chest. His hand moved from my waist and he placed it on his shirt, capturing my hand which lay beneath the material. He growled low in his throat and his kiss became deeper, stronger, and more possessive. His thick, long, hard arousal was evident through his jeans as it pressed against my thigh.
I could feel my whole body trembling with desire as his lips moved to my ear and I felt his warm tantalising breath on my sensitive skin as he whispered "I want nothing more than to lie on top of you and thrust my body deep inside you, over and over, until you scream in ecstasy."
I have no recollection of how we ended up in my room, but there was never going to be any stopping for the two of us. In my room he pulled me in one swift motion against him, trapping me between his rock hard body and the desk. I could see the raw emotion on his face. His hungry mouth nibbled at my lower lip and then as the heat grew he settled over my lips and began to devour me, in long fierce kisses. My body was on fire for him and my hands glided up and over his chest, his back.
His powerful body lifted me onto the edge of the table and he separated my legs with his muscular thighs, his hand lifting my skirt until his hard erection was pressing against my heat. The only thing separating us was his jeans and my skimpy lace thong.
"Damn, I want you" he murmured as he pulled back from my mouth. He could see my taut nipples through the thin material of my shirt. He leaned down and slowly undid the buttons while raining kisses along my eyelids, my jaw line and then down my neck. When my shirt was fully unbuttoned he pulled it open to reveal my soft full breasts. "Damn you are so beautiful, I could lose myself in you" his voice so intoxicating.
The feeling of his hands on my skin as he slowly, seductively slid down my bra exposing my soft breasts sent shivers through my body. He moved to capture the tip of one nipple in his hot moist mouth while his hand moved across the curves of my other breast, stroking and kneading. My body arched, of its own free will, giving him greater access and I heard the soft moan escape my lips. His tongue flicked and swirled across my taut nipples his teeth gently scrapping and then he was pulling my breast into his mouth.
Feeling the movements of my hips as I ground and gyrated my pulsating opening against his hot shaft, it was pushing me over the edge. His hand slipped down to the small thong and he ripped it from me and placed the small piece of material into his pocket. He slid one finger into my wet, tight pussy, and then another as his thumb caressed my clit.
Pressing my face into the hollow of his neck, my hand matted in his hair. "You are so fucking wet and smell so exquisite" he groaned, as his fingers continued to slide in and out. I could feel the spasms within my tight hot folds building until an orgasm surged through my core and as I began to cry out, he claimed my mouth swallowing the sound.
He pulled his head back and looked into me starry eyes. "Please don't stop." I heard myself breath in a husky whisper. I had never been so forward when it came to being with a man.
