The hotel door opened, and she stepped inside. She saw him, smiling, and they embraced in the dimly lit room.
She was nervous, he could feel it.
"I really haven't done something like this before," she said.
He held her close and began kissing her neck. She felt his warm mouth, softly touching, his tongue licking, her skin, lightly sucking. Her eyes closed, and she sighed. His hand moved down her body, feeling her hips, he lifted her skirt to caress her thighs. He continued to kiss her neck, then moved to her earlobe, sucking it and licking as he rubbed her clit through her clothing. He heard her moan. He rubbed softly, teasing her, feeling her hips move to press closer to his hand. His other hand was in her hair, pulling, making her moan more. He felt her moisten the cloth beneath his fingers, he knew she wanted more. He delved his fingers inside the cloth, began slowly stroking her wetness, rubbing her clit, up and down, feeling her swell with need.
He moved his lips from her neck, then pressed his lips to hers. He felt her intake of breath, her tongue touched his as their mouths moved against each other. She moved against his hand more, wanting more of his touch, she was soaking his fingertips as he continued to rub, picking up the pace on her clit. As he slid two fingers inside of her, his tongue also thrust into her mouth. She gasped, and moaned. His fingers moved rhythmically, in and out, then rubbing the clit again, and thrusting back into her.
He had her against the wall, and the feeling thrilled her. She was enjoying being pressed against the wall, using it for support as her knees weakened with arousal. His mouth on hers, combined with his fingers inside her, pulling out to rub her clit, pulling her hair as he deepened the kiss and his thrust, it was overwhelming. She felt it building, could feel her throbbing, ready to burst. He felt the swelling increase, she was squeezing his fingers and throbbing around them. He vigorously rubbed her clit, telling her to cum. His words moved her, aroused her, and she felt the warmth flood out of her. He shoved fingers inside as she came, wanting to feel her convulse around him, the wetness on his hand as she squirted her release.
He wasn't finished with her. She looked dazed, and happy, but he wanted to do much more. He kissed her lips again, pulling her close, their bodies pressed against each other. She could feel his hardness near her thighs, and she wanted to touch it, grind against it. He moved her to the desk in the room, and she sat down. He kissed her again, and her legs wrapped around him, pulling him to her. She reached down, placed her hand on his still clothed cock, squeezed it, and started rubbing. He moved her hand away, and told her, "Not yet."
His hands reached down, lifted her skirt to remove her underwear. He was on his knees, rubbing her legs, and started kissing her thighs. She could feel his hot breath near her , she was still throbbing from her previous climax. His tongue found her clit, and began licking slowly, firmly, making her moan again. Her hips writhed against his mouth, wanting more. His warm mouth and tongue on her clit, licking and swirling, teasing, it was almost unbearable. He felt her tense, and could feel how swollen she was getting, and he intensified the speed and pressure of his tongue, hearing her moan pushing him further.
His cock was straining against his pants; he was getting a little wet on the tip from all of this teasing. He would need release soon as well, but he was enjoying her reaction, how wet she was for him. His tongue went inside her and she gasped. He started darting his tongue in and out, then licking the clit slowly, and alternating from her clit to inside her, back and forth, licking her clit, then plunging inside.
She was grinding against his mouth now, her hands in his hair, rubbing and pulling. He placed his hands on her bottom, squeezing her and holding her tightly to him. She was getting so wet, and he wasn't sure how much of it was coming from her or how much was due to his mouth, but he couldn't wait to be inside her with his cock.
He moved his tongue on her clit faster now, flicking side to side quickly, almost vibrating her clit with his warm slick tongue. He sucked a little on her clit, heard her moan, felt her swell. She was getting closer. He smothered her swollen and eager wetness with his mouth, moved his tongue quickly and harder, feeling her tense her legs.
She was feeling a bit dizzy, overwhelmed as she felt the warmth between her thighs, the pulsating need as he lavished her with his mouth. The feeling was building again, she could erupt. She tensed against his mouth, and felt herself releasing, flooding out, it was so intense, she squirted again, and he moaned into her lips below, still licking her as she came, he almost laughed with pleasure at her reaction to him.
He stood up, and reached for her, she leaned against him, dazed again. He took her hand, and led her to the bed. Still standing together, he began kissing her neck. He slid her dress down over her shoulders to reveal her breasts, but they were enclosed in a bra, which he quickly removed. He looked at her for a moment before placing his hands on her breasts, cupping them, kneading them, tracing his thumb around her nipple.
He continued to kiss her neck as he squeezed her nipple, a slight pinch, and she moaned. He moved his mouth down to her breasts, suckling her nipple, swirling his tongue, lightly nibbling, listening to her breath quicken as he did so. He moved his head from her breasts to look at her face. She wanted him, wanted this. He placed his hands on her head, fingers pulling her closer to kiss him, pulling her hair again.
