I knock at the door of the hotel room and after a minute hear your voice call for me to come in, because the door is open. I push through the heavy door but the room is dark, no lights on inside even though it's night. The door shuts behind me with a clunk and my eyes slowly become accustomed to the darkness. I see the outline of the bed and look to the window, curtains pulled back and the window open and then I see you.
You're stood to the side of the window, the lights from the streetlamps casting a dim glow on silhouette but it's your hair I see most. Long and it's picked up lightly in the breeze from the window and flicks against the smooth edge of your shoulder.. Even in the semi darkness your eyes seem hypnotic, they burn brightly taking me in, drinking in the scene. I stand in front of you in my vintage t shirt and jeans in silence, it's not uncomfortable, the air is charged and we can both feel it. We both know why we're here, we both know what will occur, and how we'll see each other as few others see us, and the silence is merely the beginning of our experience.
I move towards you, silently but quickly and push you against the wall firmly with my hand against your stomach. The force pushes the air from your lungs slightly as you gasp.
I stand inches from you, eye to eye because of your heels, feeling your stomach swell with your deep breathing and our bodies touch, you smile slightly but your eyes look over me hungrily as I lean in and our lips touch for the first time. We melt into each other, our lips parting and our tongues mixing, pushing against each other, exploring and probing and tasting each other, flicking and darting between our open lips as we push more deeply into each other.
My hands are up, in your hair and around the back of your neck and yours are around my arms and over my chest, feeling it's hardness through my t-shirt as I force you harder against the wall. Our bodies press against each other, writhing slightly as our kissing becomes more aggressive, you push your tongue deep into my mouth and then bite hard down on my bottom lip. I pull away, yanking your head back at the same time by your hair at the slight taste of blood in my mouth, I dab the edge of my mouth with my hand but you laugh defiantly in my face, your face cruel and seductive at the same time. It's at this moment, I'm suddenly aware that this fuck is going to be incredible.
My other hand comes up to your neck and I kiss you again, hard on the mouth, your mouth gratefully accepts my tongue and sucks on it, tasting my blood. Your hands are all over me, pulling up my t-shirt and lightly dragging your nails down my lean and hard stomach. You can feel my hardness through my jeans, pushing into your groin, I reach down and pull your arse up, lifting you slightly so that my stiff cock pushes against your crotch and you moan absently as your arms come up and around my neck. Both hands are now on your firm arse, pulling at your skirt and rubbing the crease of your bum as our groins start to grind against each other. I pull away from our embrace and hold your eye contact, telling you how sexy you are, how I can't wait to fuck you, how my cock aches to slide inside your dripping wet pussy and you smile, a devilish hungry smile.