He sucked in his breath and let out a small moan of desire as my nipple responded to the stimulation and began to strain against the fabric of my top. I was distinctly aware that I didn’t have a bra on underneath my tight linen shirt. I suddenly panicked, my mind started doing backflips trying to remember what underwear I was wearing, and if they were cute. He must have mistaken my reaction, because he pulled back slightly, his free hand retreating from my now erect nipple. I leaned forward to kiss him as the elevator doors opened, still on my tiptoes and completely off-balanced. We practically tumbled out onto the floor, our legs still partially entwined and one arm still held over my head. We laughed in the empty hallway as we struggled to maintain our balance. We managed to extricate ourselves from each other almost regrettably. We were still laughing as he looked around trying to find a sign to point him towards his room.
“Are you lost, Marine?”
“I have been completely befuddled by enemy assets and seem to have lost my bearings. Give me a minute to find my head.”
I took that as an opportunity to reach down and stroke his head, that was pressing against his pants again. He was rock hard and more than well appointed. He shuddered as I traced the outline of his member, closed his eyes and with sheer willpower and focus remembered which way his room was. Practically growling, he grabbed my hand and marched towards our destination.
We entered into his hotel room and both immediately sobered in the face of the reality at hand. The sexual tension was palpable, but we both still had enough wits about us to show some restraint. He walked across the room and pulled out a bottle of my favorite wine from his mini-fridge. He smiled sheepishly, gauging my reaction out of the corner of his soft blue eyes.
“You remembered.”
“What can I say? I was hopeful.” He shrugged, trying to make light of the thoughtful gesture.
And so we sat on the loveseat, my legs draped over his as he ran his hand up and down my calves brushing against my long skirt, sipping my favorite cheap wine. There was something exquisite about finally being in his company, but I found myself asking about his new apartment, about his work buddies and his latest projects. He asked about my dogs and the shop and my roommates. There were a hundred other things we wanted to be doing, but the familiarity of small talk was easing the tension. He never interrupted and acted so interested in everything I had to say. I felt like a Goddess among women. As the conversation went on, he reached over to brush a stray hair back behind my ear. I ran my finger up and down his very toned bicep, swirling it at the top of his shoulder. Small intimacies that were typical of people who had spent a lot of time together. The wine and his sweetness were doing the trick. I put my glass down and eased on top of him, straddling him, pressing my hips into his. He grabbed my firm ass in both hands and started kneading, beginning softly and becoming more urgent. I leaned down to kiss him, but pulled away as he began to take over. I put a finger over his lips and shook my head at him before moving back to darting my tongue into his mouth to taste him. I bit his lower lip, very gently, but enough to give him the idea that I would be in charge. For at least a little while. I moved to his ear, nibbling on the lobe. And then down to his neck, planting soft kisses trailing down to the tops of his traps. I ran my tongue across his clavicle, pushing away the collar of his t-shirt. Still sitting in his lap, I reach down and ran both hands against his chest, up his shirt, gliding over his nipples and lifting the shirt off his toned chest. I moved to pull it over his head, but stopped while his arms were still caught in the sleeves and the shirt was covering his eyes. With one hand holding the shirt in place with his arms over his head, I continued my explorative journey south, stopping to swirl my tongue over both of his small, tight nipples. I could feel his muscles strain and shudder, but he stayed very still, tensely waiting to feel where the next kiss would land. I kissed down his ribs, no longer holding the shirt in place. I sat back for a moment to admire his physique. He was toned, and definitely worked out, but he wasn’t huge. He was a guy who lifted for function, not for show and still enjoyed hamburgers and dark beer. I went back to work, tracing the subtle lines of his abs with my tongue. His muscles twitched again as I found those small dark hairs leading downwards.
Finally reaching my destination, I unbuttoned his pants. He was going commando. The top of his member was straining at his waistband and I could see a tiny drop of pre-cum. I deposited the smallest of kisses on the top of his head, my tongue darting out to taste him. He jumped and almost dumped us both off of the small couch.
“No!” he growled forcibly. And then much softer. “No… this I need to see.” There was still a raw edge to his voice that demonstrated that what I was doing had worked.
I helped him lift his shirt off the rest of the way, still straddling him. I leaned back and undid the top 4 buttons of my linen shirt. Slowly. Until my full breasts sprung free. He pulled me back to him and put one large soft pink nipple in his mouth and rolled the other one gently in his fingers. My back arched and I almost lost myself in the wave of desire. My whole body reacted to the stimulation that I had been craving from a distance from this man. A year of pent up desires and flirtations. I shook my head in soft protest. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and began rolling the already wet and stiff nipple that had been in his mouth. It began to blush to a rose color as my breasts contributed to my arousal.
“No.” I finally was able to make my voice work. “No, it’s still my turn,” I said almost petulantly. As I pushed him back, my breast popping out of his mouth with a satisfying sound. With my hands on his broad shoulders, I pushed his legs apart with my knees and then slid down to kneel on the floor between his legs, letting my breasts skim his body. I pulled his pants down to gain access to his gorgeous cock, which was even harder than it had been before in the hallway. I wanted him. I wanted the pleasure I knew he could give me. But I was going to have to wait just a little longer. I kissed his head again and his member jumped in response. I ran my tongue down the glorious length of it, planting a kiss on each ball before coming back up the other side. And then in one quick movement I put the whole of him in my mouth, almost gagging on its volume. He let out a guttural noise that was almost inhuman. Wrapping one hand around the base and cupping his balls with the other, I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, working all the muscles in my throat and tongue and moving my hand up and down on the base to the rhythm of my mouth. I pushed his whole cock into my throat far enough to be able to drag my tongue between his balls. I could feel them tighten and knew it wouldn’t be long. I could only hope that I hadn’t spent all of his endurance and that he had a young man’s recovery time.