Her Story

He knocked on her hotel door, but there was no answer. He opened the door with the spare key she had given him and entered cautiously, trying not to startle her. As he made his way down the short hallway, he took in the seductive aroma of lavender that had permeated the room. The lights were out, only candles lit his path. He came around the corner, just as she was stepping out of the bath. Glistening drops of water slowly rolled down her golden skin, accentuating her curves. His eyes worked their way up, all the way up her long slim legs, her tiny hips. Hips he had dreamed of holding in his hands, as he slowly and methodically thrust into her, each time feeling better than the last. He moved up to her stomach, curving in above the hips he wanted so badly to hold, up higher to the breasts he longed to touch and caress. Her lips were waiting to be touched by his, a slow blink, and her eyes met his...like a magnet they were drawn to each other. A smile came over her face, one of content and excitement. He smiled back, not a word needed to be said, as they knew what was to come.

He moved towards her, drawn by a force he had never felt before. He put his hand on her lower back, pulling her close. She felt the warmth of his body, the excitement in the racing of his heart. Quickly she experienced the full extent of his arousal and a look of lust came over her face, causing her to push back even harder. Her back arched, she gazed up at his angelic face that was staring intently back at her. She could not hold back any longer, she ravenously began to remove his shirt, then went lower to his pants, until he was as scantily clad as she. She took him by the hand and led him to a chair, pushing him down. Without hesitation, she straddled him, letting him know she was in control. She gently caressed his face for a moment, before bringing it towards her, engaging in a slow and passionate kiss. What began in a rage of passion continued with a growing need. The long kiss sent tingles up her spine as they enjoyed the feel of each other. Her hands, still holding his face, moved to his head, her nails stimulating his skin. She began to request more from him, grinding against him. He took his hand and moved lower, touching her. She was dripping...

Once he realized how hungry for him she was, he quickly engaged, running his finger around her, gently massaging her, easing his fingers inside, enjoying the warm velvety inside. She threw her head back and began to moan softly, closing her eyes. He wanted to keep her in the state of bliss she had entered. He was sensitive and caring, paying attention to her every step of the way. As she arched her back, he took advantage of her perfect round breasts she invited him to take. He gently took one with his soft lips, caressing the other with his fingers. 'It feels so good to feel your touch', she whispered in his ear. He took the hint and went a little harder. She was in complete ecstasy. She began thrusting her hips, grinding against him, inviting him to enter. He accepted without hesitation, guiding himself in, all the way in, and she slid herself down letting out a moan of intense satisfaction that he thought would never end. But they've only just begun...