He leaned back casually in the chair of his hotel room, cradling the phone against his shoulder while typing on his laptop. The summer heat outside was stifling, and he was grateful for the mandatory air conditioning the buildings in this city offered. The woman he spoke to teased him a bit over the phone, trying to convince him to give up work for the night and take a break. He would laugh a bit but continued to work. It was late, and he wanted to finish before retiring for the night. There was a quiet knock at the door.
"Hold on," he said, "I think someone is here."
"At this hour?" she asked, "it's probably the wrong door. Just ignore it, they'll go away."
The knock repeated, slightly louder this time.
"I've gotta see who this is," he said, "they aren't going away."
She sighed heavily on the phone, sounding annoyed. "Fine... just hurry up."
He stepped across the room swiftly, reaching the door in about five steps, he flipped the deadbolt and opened the door partially. She stood in the hallway, smiling... snapping her cell phone shut. She is wearing a deep blue spaghetti strap tank top over low rise jeans which hug her shape down below her knees, the length covering the top of her black high-heeled sandals.
"Am I disrupting something important?" she asked coyly, as she stepped past him into the room. He rolled his eyes as he shut the door, flipping the deadbolt back to the lock position.
"Nothing at all," he said, "I was just trying to work while this really annoying chick kept hounding me on the phone." He sat back in the chair, reaching over to hang up the receiver.
"Hu," she said, examining the screen. "Looks to me like you are pretty much done anyway." Turning her body to face him, she leans on the edge of the desk, reaching behind her to shut the lid. "Yep," she confirms, "work is all closed up for the night." She has both hands on the desk behind her, leaning her weight onto her arms she rolls her head back, allowing her hair to fall behind her. She sighs deeply, stretching her neck before bringing her head up to face him again. "So.... now what do you want to do?"
He sits tall in his chair, reaching up to wrap his hands around her legs... thumbs towards her inner thighs while his fingers caress the outside. He moves slowly up the length of her legs, sliding around to her hips. She takes a sudden breath in at his touch, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back again. Her heart rate quickens.
"Oh... I'm sure we'll think of something," he says. She shudders as he touches her bare skin under her shirt... he wraps his hands around her waist and pulls her down towards him. She lifts herself from the desk and moves first her right leg, then her left, to kneel on either side of his body in the chair. Her hands hold his shoulders as she settles her body on top of his while he continues to explore the contours of her back. She leans forward, hesitating just before reaching his lips... her fingers dances up his neck, down to his shoulder, and up to the back of his hair. He closes the gap, his lips brushing hers gently. The contact ignites something inside her, and she presses her body closer to his, her mouth greedily finding satisfaction in a deeper kiss.
His fingers dig deeper into her back and she moans with pleasure under the pressure. Her heart races as her lips explore his mouth, down his jawline... he leans his head back and she moves down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin and causing him to shudder. He moves his hands to the base of her shirt, pulling upwards she pauses her desperate kisses to allow her clothing to be pulled over her head, revealing her black satin bra. He drops the shirt aside. She runs her fingers across his shoulders down the length of his arms - still kissing him deeply her hands slide over top of his. She takes hold of him and moves his palm over her right breast. At first his contact is tentative, brushing over her nipple through the thickness of her bra... then he grabs her forcefully... greedily squeezing her breast. She lets out a gasp and arches her back, as his right hand finds the back of her neck. He wraps his fingers into her hair and pulls her head back further. He teases her neck with his teeth... biting lightly before pressing his lips urgently against her skin. He is trying to hold back, move slowly, but he is too desperate to feel her... he can barely control himself.
He releases her hair and she leans into him, kissing him deeply again. She moans under her breath as his hands explore her body, gliding over her waist, up to her breasts and around to her back. He unclasps her bra and pulls it off of her, dropping it to the floor. Again he wraps his fingers into her hair, pulling her hair and forcing her to arch her back, and he takes her nipples in his mouth... first one, then the other... rolling her nipples with his tongue... eventually biting down and sucking. She lets out a gasp, torn between the pain of the biting and the pleasure of his lips on her skin. She is getting wet under her jeans, and can feel his hard cock as she presses her body into his.
"Fuck me," she commands. "Fuck me now."
"Not yet," he replies... releasing her hair and slowing his movement to gentle kisses on her neck.
She moans - frustrated and excited. Her hands reach down to the bottom of his shirt. She pulls it up, and he allows her to remove it, then she reaches for his belt and he stops her... grabbing her wrists and holding them tight.
"I said... Not. Yet."
She moans again. "Please?"
