“No, it’s been a long year, full of many things to deal with.” He took a deep breath. This wasn’t what tonight was about. “So, we’re both single, again, and up for a little hanky panky, then.” He refocused, pushing away the need to tell her more about himself and to ask questions to learn more about her.
“Oh, I’m up for it.” He saw her glance down at his pants. “You are, too, I see.”
He grinned. “You have no idea.”
“I’m surprised you’ve not taken me up to your room yet.”
“I didn’t want to rush things.” He moved his right leg, so it rested against the bottom of her stool, then moved his fingers along her smooth skin where her skirt ended. He felt the pleasure shivering through her, and she held her breath. He slowly moved his fingers to her inner thighs. Her brown eyes locked with his, deepened in color, and reflected a silent consent. His fingers slipped under the lacy material. She stifled a gasp as he reached further up her inner thigh. Her enjoyment from his touch urged him to push the boundaries. She didn’t look away, didn’t try to stop him, so he kept his hand moving up her leg until he couldn’t go any further because of her crossed legs. He danced his fingers in a circle, her skin prickling with desire.
She casually uncrossed her legs, setting them apart enough for his fingers to continue the journey. He touched the edge of her panties. Heat thundered through his body as he struggled to control himself. She, on the other hand, was looking cool and collected and only showing very subtle signs of the building pleasure within her. He brushed his fingers over her panties. She held her breath, and he felt her inner thighs clench.
Even though she felt divine, this wasn’t the place. With his last bit of resolve, he retraced his fingers back along the trail they had come along her thigh.
He stood and took her wine and put it on the counter. He held out his hand to hers. “Shall we?”
She put her hand in his, and a delight vibrated up his arm. “Yes.”
Ben guided her to the end of the bar and to the back of the hotel. A quick glance around the pub revealed no one was paying them any attention. Though he did note that Jason raised his beer to him with a wink as they walked out of the bar and along the corridor to the elevator. All Ben could think was just as well he was taking her to his room now.
What has gotten into me?He pressed the call button on the elevator pulling Raven in close to him so he could slip his arm around her.
“You looked like you were enjoying that,” he whispered in her ear.
“I’m surprised you stopped.”
“I didn’t think it appropriate to go any further. I couldn’t promise I’d be able to stop.”
The lift chimed, and the doors opened. They stepped aside to let the few people out before going in. Ben pressed the number two. The doors had barely closed when Raven moved, so her body was up against his. He could feel her breasts on his chest, her hips hard against his. She pushed him back against the wall.
“How much can you resist now?” There was a glint in her eye that sent the heat in his body to scorching.
“This much.” He ran his hands over her tight ass squeezing her cheeks upward, then outward as he pushed his hardness into her. “Aren’t you worried about being on video?”
“We’re not doing anything worth getting into trouble over.” She grinned, rocking her hips into his. “Yet.”
He didn’t know how she knew how to turn him on even more, but she was doing it.
The lift stopped, and the doors opened. He didn’t want to do anything in the lift. He wanted her in his room where there wasn’t going to be any more interruptions, and he could get her naked and enjoy every bit of her voluptuous body.
Ben pushed her backward out of the lift, then guided her down the hallway to his room. He fumbled in his pocket for the swipe card.
“Having trouble concentrating?” Her breath was hot on his neck as she spoke. Her lips brushed on his skin, and she nuzzled into him sending his desires wild and his mind whirling with pleasure.
Somehow, he managed to get the card swiped, pushed the door open and her inside to the privacy of his room. Then he knew there was no way he would be able to hold back for long.
Raven enjoyed teasing him, seeing the mix of desire in Ben as he struggled to keep control. But as the door to his room clicked shut, there was a change in him. Desire went through her like a bolt of lightning. This was it. This was what she’d been waiting for all day. He pushed her back against the wall kissing her hard, his tongue dancing with intent around hers. She groaned, no longer holding her desires in check. Her hands moved behind his head tussling his hair as their lips locked.
His hips pushed into hers. She could feel his hard cock against her lower abdomen. His hands cupped her face, then followed the curve of her neck, shoulders, then over her breasts. She groaned arching her chest forward, dropping her hands down his back, and pushing his Wrangler light-blue shirt out from his jeans. His skin was hot to touch, toned, and a delight for her fingers to feel.
He pushed the stretchy material of her dress aside exposing her bra. He played his fingers over her nipple making it hard with need. Then his mouth clamped over her breast, his tongue flicking her nipple, sending a shudder of pleasure through her.
His mouth found hers again as his hands moved down her body, over her hips, over her backside where he clutched her arse, spreading her cheeks, tightening her pussy with delightful pleasure. He brought his hands over the top edge of her panties, slipping his fingers under the material over her mound.
“Hmmm, smooth.”
“Thought you might like it.”
Sounds of pleasure came from him. “I do.” His fingers were moving into her slit, slipping down into her folds, pushing her panties aside so he could reach deeper. He stroked her length.
