She checked the room one last time to make sure that everything was in place. Crossing the room to look into the big mirror over the sink, she inspected her makeup and hair. She grinned impishly at her own reflection and swirled around, watching as the skirt of her dress floated around her. Everything about her appearance spoke of innocence and+ femininity- exactly the image she was trying to portray.
She looked at the clock on the bedside table and realized that he was due to show up at anytime. She lit the candles that were placed around the room and turned off the lamps, casting the room in a fiery glow. She pushed play on the CD player and listened as the beginning notes of the exotic music filled the room. Her eyes drifted close and her body began to move slowly in rhythm with the Celtic music that she loved so much.
Without even realizing it was happening, her hands started moving lightly up and down her body. The hotel room around her disappeared, her own motions creating an almost hypnotic trance. Each movement was measured and fluid.
As the last strains of the song drew to a close her arms fell limp by her sides and her eyes opened slowly, as if she had just been awakened from a long sleep. He was standing just inside the door, the desire naked on his face. They stayed that way for a long moment, each taking in the other. Her eyes moved up and down his body. She didn’t know how long he had been watching her little performance but the thick denim of his jeans could not hide the effect that it had on him.
Her bare feet made no noise as she walked slowly over to him, her eyes locked with his. She laid her hand on his chest. It looked small and pale against the dark blue of his shirt. Her fingers curled into the material, tugging at it, pulling him toward her. His head dipped down and took her lips in a kiss that spoke volumes about how much he wanted her...how much he needed her...how much he missed her.
She stood up on the tips of her toes, her arms winding around his neck and took control of the kiss. Her body pressed wantonly against his, a complete contradiction of her appearance. Her tongue traced his lips and pushed its way into the dark recess of his mouth. She moaned softly at the taste of him– cigarettes and something else that was uniquely him. There were people who refused to kiss someone who smoked but she never had been able to understand that. The spice it lent to a kiss had always done something to her...something good.
She felt his hands move down her back and come to rest on her ass. The curve of it fit perfectly in his palms. The gentle massaging of his fingers caused her pulse to quicken.
He broke his lips from hers and ran quick little sucking kisses along her jawline and up to her ear. Her head fell to the side, giving him full access to her sensitive skin. He brushed her soft, golden hair out of the way and ran his tongue around the delicate shell of her ear. She shivered at his light touch but forced herself to endure his sweet torture. When he sucked her lobe in between his teeth and bit down, a loud moan escaped her. He answered her by biting down harder and flicking his tongue against the flesh he held captive.
Her fingers slid back down his neck to his chest. She worked his shirt up and eagerly caressed his bare skin. Her nails scraped hard against his chest leaving red trails in their wake. Each pass across his already hard nipples rewarded her with a loud, breathy gasp in the ear he was working over. She finally took one of them between her thumb and forefinger and began to roll it between them. She squeezed it harder and harder until the pain and pleasure that those two fingers were creating had him almost breathless.
She led him to the big bed in the middle of the room. Standing at the foot of it, she undressed him. Her lips and tongue played across the skin that she uncovered, carefully avoiding all his sensitive areas. The candlelight cast shadows on his body, but lit his passion filled face like a beacon in the dark. His anticipation was almost tangible and when she looked into his eyes, she could see exactly what he wanted from her. Pushing him into a sitting position on the corner of the bed, she kneeled down between his legs and looked up at him, completely submissive to his needs but completely in control.
Like a feline, she placed her nails on his inner thighs and drug them firmly down, leaving her marks there as well. His eyes followed the path of her fingers, watching intently as she wrapped them around his shaft and began to stroke him, very slowly and very deliberately. He watched her head dip down and felt the hot touch of her tongue as she lapped at the salty pre-cum off of him, felt her warm breath as she sighed deeply in satisfaction at the taste of him in her mouth.
His eyes shut as her lips closed around him. His hands rested on her shoulders as she started to suck him. Her pace was languid but methodical. Every flick of her tongue, every gentle scrape of her teeth was planned, thought out, and intended to bring him as much pleasure as she possibly could. She listened to his breath growing ragged, felt his fingers tangling in her hair, urging her to take him deeper and faster.
She brought him as close to an orgasm as she dared before pulling away. His eyes opened, the disappointment on his face obvious. She just smiled and stood up in front of him. Taking one of his hands in hers, she guided it underneath her dress. She could feel her own heat through the lacy fabric of her panties. He traced his finger down her slit, the already wet cloth caressing the sensitive skin between her lips. She gasped loudly as he grazed her clit. Pushing the panties aside, he rammed two fingers inside her roughly. Her muscles instinctively gripped them, pulling them in deeper. As he started to move them in and out with the same harsh force, she had to dig her nails into his shoulders to keep herself upright. Her panties created a relentless friction against her clit, pushing her close to an orgasm. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.
In one quick motion, he had her on her back on the bed, her panties off, and his face buried between her thighs. His tongue lapped at the juices flowing freely out of her. His fingers slid back into her, gently this time, while his mouth settled down on her clit. He pushed his tongue against it hard enough to make her pant but soft enough to keep her away from the orgasm she was trying so hard to achieve. Unintelligible words begging him for more spilled out of her mouth. Her feet were braced against his shoulders, allowing her to push herself closer to his mouth. Her fingers gripped the bedcovers underneath her, twisting and pulling at them. She welcomed that familiar numbness as it crept slowly and steadily up her arms and legs. She knew exactly what it would bring. He quickened the motions of his tongue and his fingers as if he was able to read her body. The numbness spread to very core of her and waited to be released. His tongue flicked harder and her hips raised higher off of the bed. The climax hit her like a fist, wrenching a scream out of her that drowned out the soothing sounds of the music and bounced off the walls.
Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed, soft happy moans flowing out of her, her fingers relaxing their tight grip. She felt his tongue gently licking the cum that glistened on her lips. Coming up to lay beside her, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She could taste herself there on his lips and on his tongue. His kiss was deep and delicious, full of promises of things to come. The numbness had subsided so she sat up and finished undressing herself. She walked over to the bedside table and took the white tube laying there in her hand, well aware that he was watching her every move. She sat down on the bed beside him and placed the white tube in his hand. He looked down at it and then back up at her, comprehension dawning across his face. She smiled broadly and helped him to sit up.
Getting up on all fours, she felt him move behind her. His fingers trailed down the length of her spine and traced the curve of her hip. They slipped inside her again, his thumb gently rubbing against her clit. She felt her excitement began to build again. She pushed her body back, wanting more.
The feeling of his cock pressing into her caused shivers to run through her. He moved in and out of her slowly, every so often pulling out to rub against her clit. The desire to feel him where she never had before was overwhelming and she was shocked to hear herself begging for it. Although it was not a new feeling for her, she knew that it would be for him. That she was going to be the first to introduce him it excited her even more.
He pulled away from her and she looked back to see him squirting the lubrication into his hand. She watched, transfixed, as he started stroking his own cock, making sure that it was ready for what they were about to do. She turned back, her head resting on the pillow, waiting. Soon she felt his finger, warm and slippery, teasing the little nub of her ass. He pushed his finger slowly into her ass, letting the resistance of her body call the shots. She pushed back taking more of his finger in. He moved in and out, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. As her breathing grew labored, he took his finger out and rubbed the head of him against her. She felt a moment of apprehension as she always had at this point but forced herself to stay still as he began to push in. The pain was almost unbearable, bringing tears to her eyes. She bit down on her lip to keep the whimpers in. His hands held onto her hips as he gently guided himself deeper into her. Unable to take the agonizingly slow pace anymore, she pushed back against him sharply, taking him in completely. She cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure. She could hear his loud moans at the tightness and the heat surrounding him. He sat still for a long moment, allowing her body to grow accustomed to him. He started to move and she could feel the tension of his body behind her as he fought to keep control. She slipped one hand down between her thighs and rubbed her clit. She tightened around him even more. Gasping, he rammed into her hard and came. The sound of her name on his lips and the feel of his heat spilling inside her pushed her over the edge. She rode wave after wave of explosive sensation.
Collapsing together on the bed, he pulled her into a sweaty embrace. He thanked her with kisses and promises of many more firsts and adventures to come.