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A hotel room.  With a view.  An amazing view at that.

I saw the window the minute I stepped foot into the room.  Big.  Floor to ceiling.  Over looking the snowy city. 

And the bed…with the crisp white sheets.  Perfectly folded down (what IS IT about hotel beds…hotel bedding….that so insanely turns me on?!).

I begin undressing in front of that window.  A window so similar to the one we had talked about….numerous times before.  The big city lights illuminating the room.

You take a step towards me.  Then another. I’m down to my bra and panties. …hadn’t undressed completely…yet.  As you take me into your arms, faltering backwards slightly against your weight, I feel the cold glass on my bare back.  The heat of your hand on my lower back, pulling me to you.  Your mouth heavily upon mine…but only briefly.  Both of our breaths catching….  As you move your mouth down my jawline, to my neck and collarbone.  Me turning my neck to the side, better enabling you to take me in, wanting you to taste me.

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I feel myself becoming wet.  Wanting.

Your fingers along the edge of my panties, near my waist.  Then moving to grasp my breast, inside my bra, to my nipple, pulling my bra aside.  Greedily your mouth encloses it.

Yeessss.

Your other hand enclosed over my neck, gently at first, then with more pressure.  As your mouth begins sucking, tongue flicking….my breath quickening, your grip tightening.

Crisp sheets come to mind.  I want to feel them against my skin.  I break away from you.  To crawl over them.  Kneeling on the linens.  In front of you.  Slowly unclasping my bra….  Then slipping off my panties.  Never taking my eyes from yours.  I moisten my lips, biting the corner of my bottom lip slightly. 

An invite.

As you move across the room, from the window to the bed, you begin peeling off your own clothing… unbuttoning your dress shirt.  When you stop in front of me, legs against the edge of the bed, I’m consumed with desire.  To have your hands on every inch of me.  Your mouth tasting me.

To feel the crisp white linens against my bare skin.

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I can’t even remember what I was even looking for.  Someone emailed me a link and I was following other links of interest and *poof* I stumbled upon one of THE hottest things I’ve ever read.  I’ve discussed my all time favorite scene out of a movie (AKA: one of my biggest fantasies…..), from Derailed.  (You know…the one where Jennifer Aniston and Clive Owen are in a bar and she tells him he wants him to fuck her, he takes her outside the bar, shoves her up against the brick wall of the alley, shoves up her skirt and fucks her right. there.  HOT HOT HOT…) Well.  This totally reminded me of that.  *swoon* I emailed the author, asked permission to re-post and wah-la!

For your enjoyment, I’m sharing.  ~wink~

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“Why is it that I always see men getting blown in alleys and bars?  It’s always some pretty girl kneeling and doing the hard work while he stands there and moans dumb shit over and over again.”

“As oppose to?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  Maybe a guy on his knees for a change?  Maybe, just once, a guy would drag his girlfriend into the bathroom so he can taste that pussy he’s been thinking about all night. Maybe, just once, a guy would stop walking, pull a girl into a dark corner and instead of pushing her to ground she’d push him?”

“I’d eat your pussy in an alley.”

“You’d eat anything in an alley.”

It took me a moment to realize that despite her quick comeback her cheeks were red and her hand was tightly clenching her dress.  I leaned in closer and whispered to her.

“Let’s get out of here,” she finally said as she took me by the hand and pulled me out of the bar.  I wasn’t sure what she was thinking and I definitely wasn’t sure what she was going to do. When we turned into the park I got excited and she started to walk faster.  Somehow the lights got dimmer, and before I realized it we were hidden in shadows. We stopped walking and she let go of my hand.  She looked up at me, and her face changed.

“Kneel.”

The ground was hard on my knees but she leaned back against the stone wall and grabbed my hair tightly.  She pulled me towards her and as she started to slide up the hem of skirt I realized how badly I wanted it.  There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to taste her.  I wanted to devour her until she came and I wanted to do it now.

When her skirt rose to her hips and I could see the blue cotton beneath it, my wanting became almost impossible.  I kissed her just at the top of blue and slid my fingers under the elastic.  She gripped my hair tighter and with two hands I slid the cotton off her hips and down to the ground.  I had never seen anything so perfect, and I moaned as I pressed my lips to her flesh.  My hands found her thighs as she arched her back, pushing herself to me until I tasted her for the first time.

I pushed her thighs wider and pulled her against my mouth as I ran my tongue over her.  I opened her wider with fingers and then pressed two of them inside her.  Her clit rolled beneath my lips and tongue until I found just the right place to keep her moaning.  She held my head tightly and I worked my fingers in and out  as I kissed her. She was sweet and salty and tasted of sex that I could only dream of.  I wrapped one arm around her and pulled her harder against my mouth as my nails dug into her ass.  I pressed my tongue against her and she stifled moans into the warm night sky.

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When she finally came I thought I might drown.  I didn’t stop anything, and her trembling made me want even more.  I could feel her clench around my fingers and shiver beneath my tongue, and I continued kissing and sucking until my muscles exhausted and she finally slumped back against the wall.  I fell over next to her and she reached down and ran fingers through my hair as I sat there on the ground.

“Now that, is what I’m fucking talking about.”

—Guy New York

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