"It's not that late. Would you like to have a drink? In my room? The view is stunning." A small blush teased at her lips as she looked into my eyes. I nodded and she wrapped her hand in mine, and we walked past the bellhops into the mirrored hotel lobby. We waited at the bank of elevators and entered the awaiting car. She waved the key card over the sensor and pushed the button for the twelfth floor.
The doors closed, and I pulled her to me so that her soft curves pressed tightly against me. She wrapped her arms around my torso and my right hand slipped down to cup her lush, round ass. I pushed my throbbing cock against her hip, pleased when she gasped and looked up at me.
She tilted her face, and I instinctively lowered mine. Our mouths met and moved across each other. She was sweet, her lips tasted like the key lime from the pie we shared for dessert.
This woman would kill me.
We fell out of the elevator and walked to room CL104. She waved the keycard over the sensor, and when the lock clicked, she turned the lever and opened the door. Taking my hand, she pulled me into the dimly lit suite. The door closed with a loud clunk, and it was the two of us alone and away from the world.
"You're incredible," I could only whisper. My body reacted strongly to her presence. The intensity needed to slow down. My mind screamed that we shouldn't fuck, but my dick had a mind of its own. I sat uncomfortably in the chair facing the king-sized bed. I didn't think either of us had thought this through. I didn't have any condoms. I suppose we could call the concierge or have room service deliver. Was I presumptuous?
"There's wine, champagne, and vodka. I can make you a vodka and soda?” She opened the drawer to the minibar and pulled out a small bottle of Ketel One. Her hands trembled as she passed it to me. I put it on a table, took her by the hand, and pulled her lithe frame onto my lap. She adjusted herself until her legs draped over the armrest and laid her head on my shoulder.
"Jasmine, I think we should take things slowly. I'm here to talk. Have a drink. Then I'll walk home." I needed to exercise enough restraint for the two of us. I've fucked women early in the relationship, and we always ended with an epic crash and burn.
"Oh. There's nothing I can do to change your mind?" She exhaled, and her body instantly relaxed. In response, my heart rate slowed closer to normal. I stroked her cheek. We sat like that until she kissed the palm of my hand, and we resumed kissing. This time, our kisses were soft and seductive—a far cry from the lustful kisses in the elevator.
My hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. Her soft, fleshy ass moved against my growing erection.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
What am I thinking? I craved to fuck her. Not a nice, sweet fuck, but a dirty, hard fuck that would go on and on until neither of us could remember the year, let alone our names. I wanted to thrust into her until I fucking lived inside of her. I wanted to make her come until she was weak and unsteady and required my help to stand. To dominate and destroy her. Any man after me would find her a shell of a woman, completely ruined. She'd never desire another cock.
"I want to strip you from that sexy-as-fuck skirt so I can finally see your panties. In my dreams, I imagine they're black lace with a matching bra. Do you wear thongs? Or boy shorts? Or do you go without? I want to memorize every part of you. Do you have tattoos or piercings? Or is your honey brown skin as smooth and unblemished as your face? After I get my fill of staring at your body, I'd like to eat that pussy until you cream all over my face."
"Mmm. I like your thoughts."
Then she responded in the best way imaginable. She leaned away from me and unbuttoned the top button to her blouse. On a growl, I peeled her hand from the placket and replaced it with my fingers. I quickly unfastened the buttons and pushed the fabric away, revealing a lacy hot pink bra. Now, my cock was harder than before and as tall as the Washington Monument. If she continued moving against me, I would blow in my pants.
We both sucked in a breath of air when my hand sought and found her breast. Kneading the soft flesh, I covered her mouth with mine. Her delicious tongue forced its way into my mouth.
"I'm a good girl, I always wear panties." She moaned. Pushing herself off my lap, she stood with her back facing me. She reached her arms around to unbutton and pulled at the zipper. Slowly, she inched the skirt down her hips and legs until the fabric pooled around her ankles. She kicked it aside and stood proud in matching hot pink bikinis, the material was as thin as a whisper and as tiny as a postage stamp. The lace back panel of the panties presented me with an unhindered view of her magnificent ass.
Biting back the urge to reach out and palm that ass like a basketball, I leaned over for the bottle of Ketel One. I twisted the cap off and took a gulp.
"Does this change your mind? Are you ready to go home?" Jasmine purred.
She bent to unfasten one of the open-toed stilettos. Her long curtain of hair hung down inches shy of brushing her ankle. She turned her head to meet my gaze, a sly smile stretched across her beautiful face.
"Don't you want to rub that hard cock against me? Don't fight the temptation." She motioned to remove the high heel shoe.
"No. Keep the shoes, panties, and bra on. I'll take those off. Turn around so I can see you."
Slowly, she stood and turned to face me, her eyes were hooded and hazy with desire. She regarded me through long dark eyelashes in a way that made me drool at her tight little body. Long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and flowed over her breasts, concealing the generous handfuls. Her smooth and flawless brown skin stretched over a perfectly flat stomach, full hips, and strong thighs.
Through the lace, I got a clear view of her pussy—her hairless pussy.
Right there in that barely lit hotel room was the first time I'd seen the real Jasmine. She let her hair down, literally and figuratively, and showed me she was a sexy and sensuous woman. I needed more.
Her breath picked up as my eyes roamed her beautiful body. Greed and want filled my thoughts. By then, my cock was as hard as marble. Her eyes followed as my hand sought and adjusted my cock in my pants. Her mouth dropped open before closing.
"Spinning has done your body good,” I murmured.
"I also like yoga. It keeps me limber. You could bend me like a pretzel, and I wouldn't blink."
"I must test that out. Soon."
I fully intended to unleash every tool in my arsenal—lips, tongue, fingers, and my face. I took another swig of the vodka and placed it on the table. I stood from the chair and took two steps until I stood in front of her. I gripped her ass and pressed her against the towering bulge in my pants. The warmth of her pussy greeted and enveloped me.
My fingers glided through her hair before wrapping the long strands around my fist and pulled, exposing her décolletage. I leaned in and placed a soft kiss in the space where her neck and shoulder met—nuzzling the side of her throat before tracing my tongue to her ear. She let out the sweetest groan as I nipped at her earlobe.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, the words released on short pants.
"Whatever I want."
"Tell me why you deserve it," she purred.
Releasing the bundle of hair, I slid my arms around her and cupped her ass cheeks. I bent down and lifted, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. I walked over to the bed and gingerly placed her in the center of the mattress.