I take a deep breath and open the door. I walk into the room and see candles everywhere. I set my bags down and feel energized by the sight of you. You walk toward me, that smirk on your face, grab my face and kiss me for the first time.
It starts out sweet and quickly turns to heat, surprising us both with its intensity. We knew it would be good but not like this; this hunger, this need; the reality is so much more. I grab your waist and pull you toward me and moan when I feel how hard you already are. I start to take my shirt off and you stop me. You raise my shirt inches at a time, your knuckles barely touching me, leaving a trail of fire up my torso, making me shiver with need.
You smile in that way that makes me instantly wet, bite my chin, and kiss your way to my breasts, reaching into my bra to flick my nipples, rubbing them with your thumbs. I take your shirt off and kiss my way from your collarbone to your neck, nibble on your ear, and suck your earlobe into my mouth. You push me against the wall, making me moan as you raise my arms by the wrist, pinning them to the wall with one hand. I moan again as you start to lick and kiss my neck, my ear, my chest, torturing me with your mouth.
You let my arms go and I grab your shoulders and jump up, wrapping my legs around your waist, your hands cupping my ass. You walk us to the bed. You sit on the edge and I sit on your lap, my center so close to you, yet still so far. I kiss you again, our tongues dancing and flirting, mouth to mouth as we savor each other; your hands rubbing my ass and my hips. I stand between your legs. You kiss me from my breasts to my waist. You unbutton my pants and lower them to my knees, then grab my ass and pull me towards your face.