"Christopher, I'm hot and horny, and I haven't had sex for over a year, so if you..." I begin to chatter but cannot finish because he covers my mouth with his and finally opens the door to his suite.
When he closes the door behind us, he presses me roughly against the wall, and this time he grabs my ass to help me wrap my legs around him. I do as he wants and feel an intense heat between my legs again when his dick rubs against my center.
"I want you so much I can't think straight," he groans between kisses, brushing his hands all over my body, and starts to move, increasing the pressure of his dick on my clit.
"Then come inside," I offer, trying to move my hips faster, so close to coming again.
"No, we won't have our first time against the wall," he commands, easing the grip of his hands on my ass, and then lets my legs go to put me down.
I moan, displeased, but I can do nothing about it. I'm ready to leave the hallway to explore his bedroom, but Christopher, unexpectedly, falls down on his knees in front of me and starts lifting my dress up.
"No, Christopher, I need to use the shower first," I object, trying to push him away. I'm all covered with my juices; I can't let him kiss metherewhen I'm likethis.
"Stop arguing, Michelle, at least for today," he says calmly, gently pushing my hands to move them away. "There's no need. I already lost this battle."
I want to ask what he means, but the second Christopher's mouth lands on my pussy lips, I inhale deeply, unable to say a word.
He's so gentle, tasting me, his lips putting slow, tender smacks on my center. His hands travel to my inner tights, and he spreads them apart. I obey without hesitation, even though I'm slightly nervous and, for some reason, ashamed. My muscles are tense.
"Relax, I'm not going to bite you," he jokes and places another tender kiss on my pussy. "Not yet, anyway."
I laugh in response, and it makes me relax a little.
"I haven't done this before," I confess, unable to hide my humiliation.
No man has ever wanted to kiss my center before. Of course, I've dreamt about it. I've read those erotic scenes in romance novels many times, imagining how would it feel, but no one ever offered to go down on me before.
Christopher stops, probably shocked at what I just said, and pulls his face away to look at me. When I force myself to look down into his eyes, I see a satisfied smile instead of shock.
"Then I'll have to do it properly," he whispers and raises up and then picks me up in his arms, bridal style.
I gasp in surprise and wrap my hands around his neck for balance.
"I can't believe I'm your first, beautiful," he says, unable to hide a smile. "That's an honor for me."
Chapter Thirteen
Christopher
I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be the first man who will give Michelle this pleasure. My heart is pounding with excitement and desire as I carry her to the bedroom.
I place her down on the bed gently, looking at her gorgeous body from above. She smiles at me, and I smile back. This doesn't look like a one-night stand with no commitments. I feel like we're going to make love.
"I want to undress you first," I say and take a seat on the bed next to her, shoving my hands under the silk of her dress. Her eyes are glittering with desire as she looks at me, still smiling slightly.
I take off her pumps and place them on the floor. And then I lift her dress up, but only a little, exposing her legs. I lean closer and place a kiss on her inner thigh. Goosebumps cover her skin right away, and that makes my stomach flip with satisfaction.
No matter how strong my need for this woman is, I'm not going to rush. I've waited for this for too long to take it for granted. My hands slowly move away from the fabric, and my lips follow their path and cover Michelle's skin with kisses.
She's shuddering, arching her back a little when I kiss her center again. She's waiting for me to continue exploring her clit, but I move to her abdomen and then belly.
I spread kisses all over Michelle's body, going higher, to her breasts. She rises slightly to help me take off her dress. I want to see them so much I can't think straight. I've imagined Michelle naked so many times.
When the dress is off and thrown to the floor, her beautiful full breasts with puckered nipples are finally visible, to my delight. I simply stare at them for a couple of moments, almost unable to believe this is all happening for real.
"You're a work of art, Michelle," I say with a hoarse voice, barely able to speak at all.
She smiles shyly at my words, and I lean lower to taste her nipples, unable to wait any longer.