My suite has a small study, with a desk and phone next to a built-in bookshelf. That room is also lined with windows looking over the lobby. Sean has gone to this room and lined the floor with cushions and pillows, making a soft nest for lovers to share. There is a small area, directly in front of the wall of windows, that he left bare, pillowless. He has carried candles in there and the room glows softly, smells delicious, and is so inviting. This is where he leads me when he takes my hand. I walk behind his naked body, admiring his form and feeling my desire building as we move through the suite. He is gorgeous from behind, his ass tight and nicely shaped. I make a little running step and move closer to him, placing my lips against his back, wrapping my arms around him. He turns and holds me close, breathing against my hair, and whispering sweet words to me, making promises of thrills to come. Then he takes my hand again and leads me to the little study and his surprise.
The drapes are open and I can see the twinkling white lights strung in the rafters of the lobby. I can also see lights still on in the offices opposite. Again the fantasy of making love while being observed comes into my mind. I wonder if there is still one poor worker across the way, weary from a long day, looking for a distraction, who might glance over and see my open drapes and our naked forms pleasuring each other. We stand in the entryway, kissing and touching, Sean bending to me as his lips meet mine and devour them. I press against him, feeling the hard heat of his cock against me, hearing his ragged breathing as he runs his large hands over my soft, naked skin. I want him again. I want him now.
He guides me to the pillow nest covering the floor and we sink into the softness. There are so many sensations, coolness from the air conditioning, heat from his excited body, softness of the pillows under me and hardness of his body above me. The radio is playing "Breathe" by Faith Hill, probably the sexiest song ever sung. I concentrate on Sean, listening to his breathing and feeling his heart pounding against my breast. His mouth is everywhere. Kissing my lips and forcing them apart, his tongue becoming part of me, moving in soft long strokes in and out of my hungry mouth. His tongue traces my lips, wetting them and painting them with his taste. My tongue plays with his, seeking and then hiding, encouraging him to search my entire mouth, sweep his delicious tongue everywhere.
I feel myself sinking into him, becoming one with him, our bodies joined and unlikely to separate again. He moves over me with such skill, touching all the spots that bring me pleasure and make me moan. He settles between my open thighs, his mouth just next to my warm curlies, his breath stirring them. I feel his breath, then the very tip of his talented tongue as it reaches out and starts tracing my slit. His hands hold mine and his tongue is the only part of his body touching me, licking me. His tongue continues up and down, delving deeper with each stroke. The sides of his soft tongue glide over my inner lips, making the tissue swell and open further, inviting him into my most secret part. God, just the tip of his tongue is making me wriggle and moan with delight. I wish I could just pull his face deeply into me, but another part of me is enjoying the incredibly tantalizing massage. Our fingers are interlinked, my legs spread open and my sweet lover is slowly taking me to that point where I am lost to all reality. Now, he spreads his tongue, making it flat and smooth, and it slides up and down my pinkness, lapping at my clit, which is now at full attention. It is engorged beyond belief, throbbing and aching for release.