Late for Dinner

So there we are in the hotel room, getting ready to go out (well, I've been ready for a while, but she's been busy making herself into a work of art). She's stood in front of me doing something on her phone, while I'm sat on the bed. She's wearing that short black dress I like (and that she knows I like) so naturally I'm leering at her perfect ass.

"Hey, you know the rules," I say. "If you've got time to stand around, you've got time to sit," and I scoop her onto my lap. She giggles and looks around at me smilingly, then goes back to messing around on her phone.

My hands are on her waist now and I start caressing her gently, not wanting to distract her too much from what she's doing but needing to touch her, this beautiful girl who is all mine tonight. I move my hands from her waist to her gorgeous legs, stroking up and down her beautifully tanned thighs. I slowly move one hand further up her thigh, but as it goes up her skirt she notices and playfully bats it away. "Not yet," she says, glancing round with a cheeky glint in her eyes. "We need to leave soon."

I move my hands back to more appropriate places (one on her thigh, one on her hip), but I'm not quitting here. I'm getting hard now and I can tell she knows, as she gently repositions herself against my cock. Naughty girl.

Still gently caressing her, I move in to kiss her on her neck behind her ear, a spot I know she can't resist. She involuntarily gasps and I know I've found her weakness. I move my hand in to gently hold her breast as I kiss my way down her neck. She's starting to moan now and she's rubbing herself against my cock.

I shift myself backwards slightly on the bed, so she's sitting on the bed with my legs on either side of her, and I bring my hand to her face and pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. My hand on her thigh is sneaking back up her skirt and rubbing the outside of her panties. She's wet already.

"All that for me?" I ask teasingly as I go back to kissing her neck. My hand pulls her panties to one side and then I'm caressing her wet pussy, my fingers sliding up her entrance to tease her clit. I cover her neck with kisses as she gasps in pleasure and she brings her hand around to rub my cock through my trousers. I moan gently into her ear, letting her hear my approval, but this moment is about her. I bring my hand up to her mouth, making her wet my fingers, and then bring it back down to her pussy, gently sliding in first one finger, then two, and I feel her gripping my fingers as they glide in and out of her.

We stay there for a while, my mouth on her neck, my hands caressing her pussy and her beautiful breasts, her clit grinding against my palm, but I need more of her. I disentangle myself and push her backwards on the bed, her dress in disarray and her pussy laid bare in front of me. I fall to my knees in front of her, lift her legs over my shoulders and, pulling her towards me by her hips, I bury my face in her cunt. I draw my tongue up her lips in a slow smooth motion and wrap my mouth round her clit, caressing it with my tongue, now firmly, now gently. Her taste fills my mouth and I am in ecstasy. I keep working her clit, adjusting my tongue according to the beautiful moans and gasps I can hear her making, guiding her further and further towards her climax.

As her moans get louder I move to make room for my hands, coating my fingers in her wetness and again sliding them into her. I accompany her building moans with my hands and tongue, fucking her with my fingers while I hungrily lick her clit.

I feel her start to shake as her moans rise to a crescendo and she arches her body, her legs tightening round my neck and pulling me against her as she comes for me. I obediently keep kissing her pussy, not stopping until she relaxes and lets me go again. I climb my way up over her spent body and cover her face and neck with kisses, ending with a gentle kiss on her lips.

"We're going to be late for our dinner reservation," she says, mock annoyed. "It's okay," I reply, grinning at her. "I've already had my dessert."