Facing the door, she sits with one long leg crossed over the other on the edge of the stool. A deep red button down, the top three buttons open, accentuates her immaculate skin. She is striving for sensual class, but there is a tension to the way she sits, a restlessness I can sense somewhere in my gut rather than see. As if she would prefer to pace and prowl the room while she waits. One elegant palm cradles a glass of sparkling red Lambrusco. She swirls the wine close to the rim, allows it to settle then raises it to her lips.
I pause in the doorway for a moment, my fingers tight around the cold brass of the handles, drinking her in. Then, drawing a deep breath, I stride across the dim-lit room. Her eyes snap up, finding mine as surely as if she has caught my scent. Our gazes hold for a moment before I lower mine to drag it along the curves of her red satin dress which does little to conceal. The pounding in my chest echoes down through my stomach and legs, before settling as a warm throb between my thighs.
The smouldering heat of our exchange of looks causes her nipples to tingle and pucker. They push against the robust fabric, eager to show off for me, already seeking my touch. I don't ignore them. The tip of my tongue emerges to dance along my bottom lip. She wonders if I'm imagining peeling the satin away from her skin inch by inch. We have waited for this for so long.
After so many nights of teasing and eluding, of pictures that showed all too little and promised so much more. We are finally here together.
"Lilly." I stop close enough for the spicy aroma of her perfume to tickle at my nose. "The pictures you sent don't do you justice.”
She allows her eyes to roam over the width of my shoulders, down my chest, giving me a taste of my own medicine. She shifts in her seat, and a smile tugs her mouth. She has yet to touch me, and I'm already growing hard — the soft fabric of my tailored pants strains over the bulge between my legs.
"So beautiful," I say with a voice rich as smoke on cold water. “Words can't express how happy I am to meet you tonight."
Smiling wider, she drops a meaningful look at my crotch. "You don't need words."
I growl low in my throat, like an animal, and her blood fizzes and rushes in response. Her fingers twitch with the need to wrap themselves in my short, dark hair and pull until I cry out. Instead, she reaches out and toys with the cuff of my sleeve.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" the bartender asks.
He has been watching us, a spark in his eager young eyes. He can smell the musk of desire in the air. For a second, she toys with the idea of asking when his shift ends, of inviting him to join us. There is such energetic youthfulness about him and she experiences a flash of nostalgia. But then, my hand brushes along Lilly’s hemline, just above the backs of her knees and she has to concentrate on keeping them from buckling. The thought of the bartender’s young, supple flesh drifts away, and she shivers on a tide of goosebumps as my soft fingers creep upwards to find the sensitive skin below her ass cheek.
"A dry Prosecco will do nicely."
The young man blinks at me, thick lashes fluttering and with a nod he turns to fetch my order. Lilly leans forward, tipping her hips back while my sneaking fingers slip over the damp fabric of her panties. I trace along the lace edges, letting out a shaky breath. The sound spurs a rush of liquid heat straight through her. She chokes back an answering moan as the bartender returns, setting a glass before me. I take a sip, relishing the burn as the smooth bubbles move through my chest and stomach.
"Finish your drink and pay the man," She tells me. Trailing her tongue over her lips, she sucks the last drops of Lambrusco off them and enjoys the way my pupils dilate. I slam the rest of the Prosecco in a single swallow and set a twenty on the shining wood of the bar.
"Keep it," I say to the bartender, who is still watching us with poorly concealed interest. My hands are already on her hips guiding her forward, pushing her towards the door. As if she needed to be rushed. She's desire incarnate: fierce blood and pooling, liquid need.
We make it into the elevator and as the doors shut, we crash into one and other. My lips bruise Lilly's, sucking and biting, her tongue dips into my mouth with wild strokes that coax a moan from deep within me. The smooth skin on her hands catches and snags in my hair as she forces her fingers through the short strands. I tip her head back, holding her there, exposing my neck to the scrape of her teeth and the sucking, sublime torture of her lips.
Neither of us notices the elevator has stopped until a throat clears and we jump apart like guilty teens caught under the bleachers.
“Darling," she rasps, "this is our floor." The woman standing outside the elevator does not attempt to meet our eyes, and we barely acknowledge her as we rush down the hallway.
We notice nothing about this hotel room we have rented for the night. I flick on the lamps, and as the door slams behind us, I'm already seizing the hem of her dress and tugging it up and over her head. The world is her and my hands and the magic they are working on her body. There is no bra beneath the red satin, and I moan deep in my throat at the discovery. She's tingling all over, slick with the need of me. I pause only a moment in my onslaught to drink her in with desire-weighted eyes.
My hand circles her wrist, and I raise her arm, spinning her around on the spot, once, twice, before stopping her in front of the full-length mirror that sits beside the dresser. I study her in the glass, my face creased with raw hunger.
Her voluptuous breasts are swollen, aching for my touch. I drag a fingertip over one puckered nipple, then the next before cupping them both in my palms. My bare chest tickles her back. Nothing hides her pussy from my hungry eyes but a black, high-cut thong that frames her bum like a picture. The delicate material rips as I slip my fingers into the waist and yank sideways.
Our eyes hold in the mirror and a whimper escapes her as both of my hands settle on her ass cheeks, rubbing in small circles. I push her forward, and she braces her hands against the cold glass, waiting. A sigh falls off her lips, and she pushes her body back, seeking, needing the hard press of my desire against her.
I oblige. A clatter of metal echoes in the room as my belt hits the floor. Lilly moves back from the mirror and I shove her forward, holding her down against the bed with my hand on the back of her neck. The other hand spreads her hairy folds wide, exposing her wet, hidden parts to the air.
She whimpers into the cotton of the duvet. She needs me so badly. As my body settles against her, the soft hair on my legs rasps the overheated skin of her thighs. The thickness and length of my erection is poised against her, taunting, pulsing at the entrance to her delicious fur-covered body as I wait with infuriating patience to enter her.
"Do you want it, my love?" I murmur, my voice a sigh from deep in my chest. The hand on the back of her neck massages a moment, fingertips caressing tense muscles. "Are you ready for me to fuck you, my love?"
"Yes. Yes please," Lilly pleads, her hips arching, seeking to fill the aching void.
“I want to hear you say it, my beautiful girl. Tell me you want my hard cock inside you.”
She's shaking with a need so fierce, it’s dripping from her body and down her legs. “Please,” she sobs. “Please... Fuck me! I need you to fuck me. I want you to fill me with your cock!"
Lilly's breath comes in high-pitched whimpering gasps. Finally, I thrust with a pained moan, sinking myself inside her body gently, opening her tight vagina with delicate thrusts up to the base of my shaft.
"Oh yes, oh yes!” She chants as I slide out, only to plunge back into her again and again. The pounding of our bodies drives the headboard into the wall — a visceral, age-old rhythm.
The room pulses in the corners of her vision. Her toes dig into the plush carpet, clinging as she struggles to stay upright enough to accommodate the pounding thrusts. I seize her hips, pulling them towards me. She's helpless beneath me and yet she feels safe, entirely mine. Heat floods her limbs. She clenches around my cock as the first spasms of orgasm brim and spread through her womb and outwards. The muscles of her pussy squeeze around me. I shudder and moan.
"Harder!" She cries the word like a mantra, “harder, harder.” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as I try to comply.
I'm about to come, she can hear it in the gasping sobs I'm emitting. In the desperate hammering, the slap of my thighs against hers, my hairy pubis pounding against her apple-shaped bottom, Lilly surrenders herself to her climax, to me, squeezing and shaking and crying out as I'm filling her up.
"I love you."
I snuggle deeper against her, breathing in the familiar scents and wiggling my nose against the tickle of her long lock. "I love you too, my precious."
I stretch out, groaning as my body pops and creaks. "I cannot wait to have a lay in tomorrow. This is the best anniversary ever."
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