I lead you up the stairs with your rough, warm hand encased in mine. Up the stairs to the first floor heading together down the corridor, I turn around. Your dark eyes lock with mine, wandering lustfully up and down my body, thinking of what else might be underneath after I showed you a glimpse at the bar.

Our stares teasing, anticipating the time ahead, when you stop me outside one of the many polished, white doors.

“This is me.” You say, swiping the room card and opening the door.

“Ladies first.” You gesture. I smile sweetly at your handsome, matured features, when I feel a firm, playful swat on my behind. A small yelp leaves my mouth as your deep, low chuckle follows me in to the room.

A gold glow illuminates the room and you loosen you tie as you sit on the crisp, white bedsheets.

Slowly, I make my way towards you while you watch every step I take. Your brown eyes travel up my body until our gazes meet and your hands graze my hips. I brush your hands away, placing them down on the sheets. The tiny flecks of grey in your chocolate hair bounce off the light in the room. Our eyes never leave the other’s as I slowly inch down the zipper of my dress, letting is casually drop to the floor.

You finally see what is underneath. A black, laced bra, with the stockings and suspenders I teased you with at the bar.

“Jesus…” you whisper with widened eyes. You reach up to touch but gently, I take your hands in mine.

“No,” I whisper with a teasing smile, “I want to please you.”

A fiery, dark glint flashes through your eyes as they crease around the corners; the corners of your lips curl up in to a sexy grin.

“Ok.”

With ease, I descend to my knees, unbuckling your belt and pulling your trousers down to your knees. Your chest rises and falls with baited breath in charged silence as slowly, I run the tip of my tongue up your arousal and take you in to my mouth.

A deep moan rises from your chest while I move up and down you. Sucking and kissing, I rest hands on your thighs as the sounds of sharp gasps through gritted teeth dance sensuously in my ears. I take my time, teasing every part of your silken flesh, feeling your muscular body flex and stiffen under my fingers. Fistfuls of the sheets clamber under your hands, your groans becoming ever more strained as you try desperately not to come just yet.

As you near the edge, I let you go from my lips. You lay panting on the bed while I crawl up , straddling your wide hips. I take the condom you fumble from your pocket and roll it down your impressive arousal. Pulling my thong to the side, I inch by inch, lower myself on to you, savouring the luscious feeling. You gasp as I rest down on your hips.

“Shit…” you whisper and let you head fall back on the sheets, your arms splayed out to the sides. As I start to grind, your eyes glaze over and close, letting the feeling consume you. Warmth pours in my lower belly, the throbbing between my legs guiding my pace. I lift myself up, so your tip rests at my entrance before slowly taking you all in again.

You gasp as I repeat the stroke again…and again…and again…Your body shudders, a needing moan grates in your throat. Seeing your pleasure sends delicious shivers coursing through my nerves, the sounds I make matching yours.

“Ride that cock, baby…” you groan as you watch me, lifting up and down, both of us marvelling in the sweet honey pleasure slowly building between our thighs. I keep on riding, watching you gasp, groan under me, begging for more.

“Hold me down…” you plead as I start to go faster. Interlocking our fingers, I press our hands deep in to the covers, meeting your loud, desperate moans by riding even faster.

Our slow burning sparks building to a roaring flame. Our hips slam, meeting each other’s thrusts. The friction coursing, wave after wave of amazing rushes cascade through us. Before we know it, we are the fire we so desperately crave, our moans echoing in our ears as the passion we made finally consumes us.

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