You murmur something incoherent, covering the general theme that finally having me in the same room with you is your fantasy. I put my finger to your lips to shush you, and you take my index finger into your mouth and begin to suck it, tantalizing me with the possibilities. You raise your eyebrows in surprise as you taste my juices on my fingers, and you realize that I was so excited that I started without you.

I gently remove my finger from your mouth, and I push you up against the wall. I begin to run my hands over your body again, a bit more aggressively this time. I pull your shirt from your pants and run my hands over your chest, telling you how good your skin feels against mine. I begin to unbutton your white dress shirt with my teeth, leaving traces of my red lipstick behind on your shirt. I wonder fleetingly if you will have the shirt dry cleaned by the hotel. I know you won’t take it home ~ your wife wouldn’t know what to say. You make no protest as I do this, and I know that you too are caught up in the moment.

When I finish unbuttoning the shirt, I bring my lips to your nipples. I start by gently flicking one with my tongue, and then sucking on it until it becomes erect. The flick of my tongue on your nipple becomes more insistent as your passion heats up. As I tease you, I gently bite down on the nub…and hear you gasp in surprise and pain. I know later I’ll be “punished” for this little maneuver. I look up into your eyes, smile sweetly, and say, “I want to hear you beg me to suck your cock.”

~more~

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Life is too short not to love and be loved....preferably multiple times in one night.

I think men talk to women so they can sleep with them and women sleep with men so they can talk to them. ~ Jay McInerney