"I mean, yeah, I kinda do! I actually am just staying up the street at a hotel while my apartment gets," he paused, "fumigated," and burst out laughing, causing her to crack up. "Please don't ask any questions. It's too traumatic to talk about," he said cheekily. "But would you, like, want to maybe, walk over with me? I have gin and tonic!"
"That is my favourite drink." She paused for a moment, weighing out her options, while he smiled down at her hesitantly. He didn't look much like a serial killer, and she had instantly felt very comfortable around him. Even if he was a serial killer, maybe he would fuck her first. The thought of fucking him excited her. He had really, really nice lips. "Okay, yes, let's go Andrew." Andrew quickly ran back to his group and said goodnight, then offered her his arm.
The hotel room was very standard. Andrew turned on one of the floor lights, and with the light from the streetlights, the room was a perfect, dimly lit oasis. He switched on the alternative music channel as there were no speakers in the room for an iPhone. An old Modest Mouse song came on. He fixed them each a gin and tonic and they talked about the evening. Andrew sat on the fluffy white bed while Nicole stood in front of him with her back against the wooden dresser. A lull in the conversation occurred, and in the silence it was easy to feel the sexual tension that had been building since their first look back at the venue.
He silently watched her. "Come here," he motioned, as he parted his legs to let her step between them. She placed her nearly empty drink on the dresser and moved towards him, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him backwards slightly so that she could rest her knees on either sides of his legs. Staring into each other's eyes, he grasped her neck with his right hand, and brushed her hair away from her face with his left.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he said, causing her to instantly smile and look away. "You're like, actually perfect."
Their lips met, and their breathing quickened. His mustache tickled the top of her lips as he expertly moved his soft tongue into her mouth. She could instantly feel herself getting wet and her nipples harden. She moved her pelvis deeper into his, wrapping her legs around him to get closer. She could feel his hard cock through his jeans as he moved his hands to the small of her back. She typically found it hard to fully let go and fully live in the moment, but she was losing herself very quickly to him. All of her thoughts were disappearing.
He threw his shirt on the floor while she wiggled out of her dress and unclasped her bra, revealing her small, pale breasts. She was wearing a tiny lace thong. He stopped kissing her to admire her breasts, and then took one of her hard nipples into his mouth while rolling the other with his fingers. It was impossible for her to keep quiet and she let out a soft moan as she played her hands across his perfect chest, tugging at his chest hair. He aggressively squeezed her breasts and became almost animalistic with his attack on her nipples, rolling them back and forth so tightly between his fingers and pulling on them to cause a small amount of pain mixed with absolute pleasure. She was going crazy.
