Twisted Passions #14: Lamoyne Hotel 7 - Scene 4

She already knows the way inside me. Hands press flat over silk, sliding lower until the straps slip loose and my bra meets the carpet. The room smells of warm skin and new linen. Her mouth finds mine, slow at first, then hungrier. She tastes like the last sip of wine she took from my glass. When she drops to her knees the cool air brushes the skin she just uncovered. Everything she touches is bare. Nothing between her tongue and the soft folds she parts with careful thumbs. I watch the dark crown of her hair move between my thighs, feel the slow drag of it against my belly when she leans in deeper. My hips answer on their own, rising to meet her rhythm. She holds me open and drinks like she’s been waiting all night. Every slow stroke pulls a sound out of me I didn’t plan. When the heat peaks, my thighs tighten around her shoulders and she keeps going until I’m trembling and laughing at once, fingers buried in her hair. She rises, lips wet, eyes bright, and kisses me again so I can taste what she just did.