He thinks I am beautiful.

She waits for him at the bar of the hotel where he is staying.  She looks so tiny and petite, in a bright yellow trenchcoat making her stand out.    She has butterflies in her stomach, knocking back shots of bourbon to relax her nerves.

She feels his hot breath against her neck, his hands tugging at the belts.  He spins her around looking directly at her. He slips his hands under the trenchcoat feeling silk and skin.  He kisses her insistently but gently.

“I have to meet friends soon.”

He runs his fingers through her thick black curly hair.  Her lips tempt him to ditch his friends and spend the whole night taking in her skin.  His phone rings, making him curse. He had a decision to make, bring her along, or leave her here.  He looked at her, her swollen lips, her brown eyes all naïve and trusting.

He pulls her away from the bar, and demands her to come with him.

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They are at a popular chain bar and grill, sitting in a booth. They are sitting amidst the chaos, beautiful waitresses walk laden with Buffalo wings and beer.  

He glances at her, slyly, as she unaware that her right shoulder strap has slipped down her shoulder.

He is drawn from his friends’ conversation, as his mind drifts off to thoughts of kissing that naked shoulder. He wants to touch that beautiful brown skin of hers.

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At the end of the evening, they returned to his hotel room.   She took off her heels and her trenchcoat, and hung it on back of a chair.

He stripped off her silk slip of a dress.   She stood half naked before him, anticipation building her arms crossed over breasts, insecure.   He removed her arms, and ran over her chest and torso with his hands, followed by his lips just hovering over her clit.  He guided her down on the bed looking both wanton and innocent.

To her, he was handsome and gorgeous. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t the classic Adonis figure. Right now, at this moment of time she loved him, wholly and completely. She wouldn’t reveal that to him, knowing that there would be no future only this one night.  She knew that there would be a slim possibility of seeing him again.

He explored her soft skin, making her gasp and moan to his touch.  He traced the scar down her chest, kissing it, knowing it made her insecure.   She was his addiction, something he couldn’t get enough of. 

He licked and nibbled, teasing her unmercifully. He dipped his head, and begun tracing the outer lips.  She arched and groaned, enjoying the pleasure of his tongue.  She felt the muscles tighten when he pushed his tongue inside her.  With two fingers, he pushed them inside her clit, one smooth motion, he began to pump slowly.

She closed her eyes as she gasped as her pussy wanted more, pulling in the fingers deeper into her vortex.  Her cries and screams reverberate throughout the room, as powerful waves of her climax began overtake her. 

Though dazed and groggy eyelids, she saw him on the edge of the bed, taking off his boots and his jeans.

She rises up and reaches behind him to take off his shirt, and caress his chest. She kissed his neck his shoulder, running her fingertips, though his coarse hair. Her tiny hands slid down to the bulge, cupping it, teasing it.  He grabs her wrist.

“Pet, if you keep on doing that, you know what’s going to happen.”

She giggled and nodded, she laid back, as he kissed her. His cock pressed against her thigh, seeking entrance into her.  He wanted to tease her, stroking the purple head against her pussy. He knew he was driving her insane, wanting and needing that cock.  

 As he entered her, knowing the gift she gave to him, made it all more arousing and erotic.  He was the first to touch her, to enter her. After a split second of pain, she moved granting him deeper and greater access.

It wasn’t like the romance novels; she grew up idolizing and reading. It was hot, sweaty and messy.  There were no bells or fireworks when they climaxed, it was a wonderful feeling, nonetheless.  He made her feel beautiful, and desirable.