I felt like a kid again, sneaking into his hotel. I rode the elevator up to penthouse level, walked down the hall to his suite. I stood gazing at the door for a couple of seconds, wondering how I should present myself. Finally, I leaned on the door jamb and knocked. I heard his rumble through the door, picturing him in my mind's eye. He was rubbing sleep from one eye when he opened the door.
"I heard you requested a turn down service, sorry, I'm late." He was taking in the short, shiny raincoat that barely covered my ass and my bare legs in four inch strappy heels.
"C'mon in." I knew he was still half asleep but he was never slow on the uptake. I stood waiting in the middle of his room, waiting for him to finish his slow perusal. "Nice slicker you've got there."
"Aye, it tis." I answered, looking steadily into his shadowed eyes. I could feel his eyes at my throat, travelling down the deep v into my cleavage. He padded softly to meet me, take my hand.
"And I thought you were flying to Oahu." Even in these stilettos, I only reached his nose, he loomed over me.
"Change of plan." I stood still as he traced a fingertip along the side of my face, tucking that ever wayward swath of hair behind my ear, before continuing down my throat. His eyes followed his finger, watching as a thrilling shiver shook me, diving into the shadow between my breasts.
"Whatcha got on under this?" His eyes met mine and I could tell by his swallowing, I was making him drool.
"Not a damn thing." I watched his smile begin in his bottom lip and spread to his whole face.
"I thought so." He leaned in and pressed an amazingly soft kiss on my lips. He rested his hands on my hips, gently leading me to his bed. "Sit with me." He sat on the foot of the bed, tugging me to straddle his lap, his hands stroking and kneading my ass cheeks. Standing there, gazing down at him, I threaded my fingers through his sleep mussed hair, feeling him lean into my palm, seeing him look up at me.
"Sit with me." He repeated softly. I sat on his lap, facing him, watching him, trailing my hand over his bare chest, feeling his warmth. He leaned into me, into my neck, snuggling me tight, nuzzling along my throat. I felt his hand at my belt, tugging at it, finding the snap and yanking it open. "Are there more of those?" he asked purring, sliding his warm hand inside my slicker, finding and cupping, kneading my breast, sliding his mouth along my collarbone.
"One more." I sighed, loving the feeling of being feasted on. His hand slid along the opening, finding the other snap and yanked that one open too. I felt his hands spread my slicker apart, slide around to my back to dance along my spine, to get me to move against him, rub against him, feel his fur sensitize my bared skin, to feel him nuzzle heatedly along my throat.
"How is it..."I heard him mumble from under my ear, "...I can never get enough of you?" His hands were back on my ass, kneading and pulling me to climb on the bed, straddle him more.
"I haven't...oh, got a clue...mmmm, love it when you do this..." I was quickly losing myself to this blatantly sensual assault.
His hands slid up my ribs, molding and stroking along the way, to take both my breasts in his palms, holding them together, kneading them roughly and rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, sending hard hot pulls spearing into my hole, making me groan deep in my throat.
He pulled me high enough to latch onto one of my nipples, still held in his fingers, and suck hard. The noise that came from my mouth was part hiss, part groan, all moan. He kneaded and sucked, switching back and forth until I was squirming against his hard on beneath me, purring loudly.
"Mmmm, love hearing you purr...knowing you're all hot and wet...are you throbbing for me yet?" he grinned, raising his mouth from my hard peak. The cool air in the room on it hardened it even more, hardened it to a throb. I nodded against his hair, feeling its silk against my cheek, feeling his mouth at the base of my throat, his hands at my back, lifting me up, baring more of me for his mouth.
