He instructs her, "stay here!"
She does as she's told and watches as he saunters over to the concierge's desk. The two men exchange a few words. The discussion is quiet enough that she fails to catch any of the words. However, her curiosity is peaked by the shared chuckle before she witnesses him slipping the concierge a folded hundred-dollar bill.
He departs from the concierge with a knowing wink. He then walks back over to her, grabs her hand and takes off in a brisk trot to the elevators. The pace is so passionate that he nearly knocks her off of her feet. His hand slides more solidly into hers, steadying her and drawing her into his presence.
She laughs at his exuberance and quickens her pace to keep up with him. Her black two-inch heels clicking on the linoleum floor as she follows behind him, her pleated mid thigh skirt swinging freely around her legs.
They arrive at the elevators. He presses the up button. They stand there, hand in hand, waiting. They each take a step forward hearing the faint ding, and wait impatiently as the doors slide open. They watch a few men in business suits step out of the elevator before they are able to step into it. They look at each other and share a secret grin realizing they are now finally together and alone.
They move closer to each other, squeezing their still held hands, and watch the doors close. The interior doors resemble the rest of the lift covered with mirrors.
She releases his hand feeling her heart thumping in her chest. She leans back against the railing. The smile she gives him is playful. She bends her right knee allowing her to tilt her hips provocatively at him.
He grins at her invitation suggested by her hips, and he quickly punches the button labeled 21 on the elevator panel. Now on their way, he turns and steps toward her. He stands in front of her and looks at her for a few seconds before closing the slight distance between them.
She can barely breathe as she stares back at him.
He moves closer to her, almost touching her, but not quite there.
Her breath catches in her throat as he leans towards her, brushing his lips ever so slightly across hers. Her eyes fluttering closed as the kiss deepens. She savors how his lips hold hers.
Initially, it is a very tentative kiss.
His lips part against hers before his tongue slips out and gently nudges against her lips. The touch communicating his wants. She parts her lips for him and allows him to explore her mouth. He inwardly growls as she obeys so willingly and eagerly.
She feels her stomach flutter as his lips press harder against hers, forcing her lips to part further, entangling his tongue with hers.
He moves in closer, pressing his body against hers, molding his form into her feminine curves. Their kiss intensifies.
Both of them moan at the same time as their lips mesh together.
He breaks the kiss and pulls back a bit. He then softly nuzzles against her cheek.
She actually feels breathless and light headed. Her mind is reeling. Her heartbeat is now clamoring loudly in her ears.
Smiling, he murmurs near her ear, "Wow, you're a great kisser."
"You're not so bad yourself," she replies.
He moves in for another kiss, which leaves her entire body sizzling with sexual lust.
He glides his hand up her arm. He squeezes her shoulder before sliding it downwards, brushing his fingers along the side of her full breast.
She quietly gasps into his mouth as his hand cups the underside of her sensitive breast. His caress is seductive. He grazes his thumb over her semi erect nipple. She reacts by arching her back and pressing her tit into his hand.
He moves his mouth from hers, kissing and nibbling his way to her ear, whispering into the sensitive lobe, "Hold that thought."
He reaches towards the buttons and pulls the red one. The elevator abruptly halts.
Returning to her ear, grazing it with his teeth, whispering, "didn't want to be interrupted."
His teeth tug and pull on the soft flesh of her earlobe while his right hand moves down her side. His hand traverses the length of her short skirt; skimming down the outside of her thigh, and across the hem. He slides his hand under the pleated skirt causing the material to ripple and bunch up as his strong hand glides up her inner thigh. His fingers squeeze her inner thigh as he captures her lips with kisses.
His fingers continue to knead her inner thigh.
She presses her hips up against him, urging him to go further.
