We decide to stay home for New Year's, and that suits both of us just fine. We haven't been alone much in the last few weeks.... The holidays have been too busy.
So you're surprised when the envelope arrives with a bouquet of wild flowers, both now sitting on your desk. You open it.... An invitation, by the look of it.....Beginning with lyrics to a Cockburn song.
"These fragile bodies of touch and taste This fragrant skin, this hair like lace Spirits open to the thrust of grace Never a breath you can afford to waste....
"When you're lovers in a dangerous time...."
The Westin tonight, seven, room 1009.
A card to access the room is enclosed.
The package is not signed, but you understand the sentiment. You suspect that I've been hungering for your body, for you. And you know that the feeling is mutual.
The invitation gives you time to go home after work, to wash away the strains of a rough week, and get ready for the night ahead... You're actually nervous when you park near the hotel... It seems like forever since we've been together, since we last touched, kissed, loved...
The doorman holds the door open for you, and you thank him. I'm not there, nor do you find me in the lobby... You thought I would be. So you decide to go right up, hesitating only a second before running the card through the lock.... You notice the room before you notice me. It's huge, with a living area and a bedroom off to the side.
I'm waiting for you in a thick, white terry cloth robe, and we fall together. I'm kissing you all over your mouth, face, neck, ears, so eager to sample every part of you. You can feel my cock, hard as a rock, pressing against you, but I take your hand away when you reach for it. Instead, I pull you into the bedroom, and I undress you... My eyes devouring your body, so warm and fragrant... I tell you how much I've missed you.
I have a robe for you, and you put it on, and then I lead you to the bed. We share a glass of Champagne, and the bubbles go right to your head. We talk a little. And kiss deeply. The anticipation is almost unbearable.
The bed is large, a brass four-poster, and the view of the city from the bedroom window is lovely. After we've drained our glasses, I move very deliberately. To your ear. "You trust me, don't you Samantha..." My voice is ragged, edgy... Thick with passion.
"Yes, of course...." I don't let you finish, silencing you by putting a finger to your lips. I take your robe off, and lay you down on the bed, and proceed to tie your left arm to the bed post, with a karate belt. You don't even know where belt came from.... It must have been under the pillow. And then I do the same with your right arm, still another karate belt. I know how to do this. You can't move, the ropes are holding your arms firmly, but they don't hurt.
And then, I tie your feet together with a blue belt, wrapping it around your ankles several times. You can bend your knees, move around a bit for a moment.... But not when I kneel astride your chest. I don't place any weight against you, but now it's almost impossible for you to move an inch.
Your completely open, exposed to me. Your arms are above your head, your large breasts soft and round before me. It feels both exciting and dangerous. I haven't said a word, and that concerns you... Until I whisper in your ear that I love you. Yes, this is the man you know so well... The man who adores you.
I start by kissing you hungrily, covering your mouth with mine, my tongue probing. And your lips, I lick your lips, and bite at your ears, before kissing and licking your neck and shoulders repeatedly.
Then I take my cock in my hands. I move up your chest, above you, and slide my cock over your lips, back and forth, and you soon open them for me so that I can penetrate your mouth. I let you suck me for a minute, but not too long... And then I'm tracing your body with my cock.... Your face, neck and shoulders, breasts and huge nipples that excite me so. When I slide off of you, it's to rub my cock through your pussy, which is moistening nicely... Mmmmm, a nice prelude..... We both moan softly.
My hands soon find your pussy, exploring your outer and inner lips, now slick.... And I rub your scent over my chest and neck. Then I'm at you again, only this time, once my hands are wet with you, I slide them over your breasts, and then into your mouth. I feel your tongue licking your taste from me, and it turns me on. I can detect your scent everywhere, surrounding me, and I'm intoxicated.
And then my mouth. Caressing your mouth, kissing, probing, exploring... Down to your nipples, sucking, tongue circling, licking... And your nipples swell even more, becoming harder and even more sensitive. I'm teasing you now, pulling my mouth away often... And you try to raise your nipples to my mouth, to get more attention - Ohhhh, your nipples and glorious aureolas long to be sucked - but you can't manage it. I'm in control, and I won't let you.
But you see a pattern. When my mouth moves to your pussy, I do so many things that you like. I kiss you softly, all over your mound and lips, and I start probing you with my tongue. And then I lift your hips, placing two pillows under your ass. When I spread your legs widely, it's to place my tongue against your ass, and start licking upwards, slowly, so slowly... Taking all the time in the world. At first, I just explore your wet folds... But after several agonizing minutes, your clit is begging to be kissed, licked, sucked.... I start brushing my tongue against it, ever so gently... Then I'm pulling your soft lips with my mouth, sliding my tongue along them..... And then a little more action for your clit, and that sweet, wet opening.... Ohhhhh, you taste so delicious! Now I'm thrusting deeply inside your delicious pussy every time I pass your hot, wet opening.
