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The text said second floor, room 209. She tapped her foot impatiently as the lift doors crawled shut, then peered into the mirrored walls to check her appearance. She smoothed down her hair and dabbed her shiny face with a tissue. Examining her clothes, she frowned. Her jeans and T-shirt were decent enough but far from what she’d planned: the new sexy black dress and shiny black heels were still stuffed in her bag.She slumped against the cold mirror, cursing the torrential rain that had caused motorway jams. It left her with no time to stop and change, no time to calm her nerves before seeing him again. Still, it could have been worse – could have been snow. She shuddered at the thought of another enforced postponement.The lift jolted to an abrupt halt but at least the doors slid open with greater ease this time. Puffing out her cheeks, she stepped into the corridor. According to the white and gold sign on the facing wall, 209 was to the left. The softly-lit passageway seemed to stretch endlessly in front of her, the dark red geometric patterned carpet and cream walls identical to the last chain hotel she’d stayed in. Faceless, characterless, anonymous. The way it should be.Fortunately, it was only a short walk to 209: the numbers simply indicated second floor, room nine. Standing at the door, heart thumping with the beat of a demented drummer, she was surprised at her nervousness. She paused and took deep breaths, trying to control the excitement that fizzed through her. It was pointless. She wanted to see him – correction, she was desperate to see him, and nothing could quell her fever.Conjuring up an image of his face and recalling the warmth of their last embrace, she tapped three times. The door opened in an instant, his eager gaze meeting hers. She gasped, an awkward Bostancı Escort half-smile on her face, eyes wide. She’d longed for this moment, imagined it over and over while they were apart – how she’d throw herself into his arms and hold him tight. Yet, finally face to face, she couldn’t move.“Sorry I’m late,” she muttered. Her gaze swept over his face: his warm smile, the blue eyes she adored. “Traffic.”“I know,” he said. “I got your text.”Her cheeks burned, growing hotter as she pictured her red face. Then he opened his arms.“Oh sweetheart, come here.”Dropping her bag, she melted into his embrace. Enveloped in his warmth, she quivered at the touch of soft lips on her skin and… oh, his scent. She breathed it in. How she’d missed this fragrance, so immediately familiar yet frustratingly elusive when trying to recall it, much like a dream that fades with the dawn.“God, I love you,” she whispered, her lips touching his. She kissed him, deeply, opening her mouth to taste him and share the intimacy of his tongue inside her. Wondrous, after so many months apart. His lips were wet and his soft sighs spoke of pleasures to come. Tightening her grasp around him, she held him, exhaled… she was where she wanted to be.“I’ve dreamed of this,” he said, voicing the words in her head. He hugged her to his chest and kissed the hair on top of her head. “It’s been far too long; bloody Covid.”“Way too long.”Aware that she was still standing in the doorway, she reluctantly broke free and stooped for her bag. He held the door for her and watched as she tossed the bag onto a chair and began to strip. “There’s wine in there for later. And the dress I was going to wear.”“Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry about that. Just keep stripping.” He grinned. “And Bostancı Escort Bayan wine is great… if you haven’t broken the bottle.”Biting her lip, she grimaced. “I’m sure it’s fine.”She tugged her t-shirt over her head and dropped it. “Nice room,” she said, looking around. The room was small but the bed was enormous. She flopped backward onto the mattress. “Ooh, soft.”“It’s kingsize,” he said, “as we have all night.”Her heart skipped. “All night? Do we?”Smirking, he nodded. “I’m here ’till tomorrow morning.”“Oh, my God, how did you… Actually, don’t tell me.” She sprang up and rushed at him, wrapping him in her arms before covering his face in tiny kisses. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”She kissed him again, each one rekindling a memory, a feeling, and stoking the excitement bubbling inside. Breathless, she stepped back and swiftly unzipped her jeans. She wriggled her hips, easing the tight-fitting denim down to her ankles, only then remembering her shoes – clumpy ones with double knotted laces.“I see your striptease prowess hasn’t improved.”Poking out her tongue, she sat on the floor and scraped off her shoes, still tied.“Very ladylike.”“I’ll ignore that.” She kicked off the jeans and, back on her feet, leaned against the wall in a seductive pose. “Well?” She shook her hair and posed again: tummy held in, tits jutting out. “Better?”He eyed her, nodding slowly. A black thong barely covered her labia and sat so tight every contour showed through the silky fabric. Her half-cup bra provided a similar effect, suckable hard nipples showing dark within the black lace.“Oh my…” He whistled through his teeth, a growing urge stirring in his pants. “The outer wrappings didn’t do justice to the goods within.”She shifted her pose: chin up, Escort Bostancı one arm draped over her head. “So, you like?”“Oh, yes, I like. I like you a lot. All of you.”“Then you’d better strip,” she said, grinning. “Can’t fuck me with all your clothes still on. Well, you could, but—”“Fuck? I think you mean make love.” His eyes twinkled as he fingered a shirt button.“Make love, fuck… it’s all the same.”“It most certainly is not.” He pointed an accusing finger at her sniggering face. “As well you know.”Yes, she did. He always made love. Moving behind him, she slid a hand over his chest.“I’ve missed this,” she murmured.“Touching?”“Yes.”“Kissing?” he asked, lifting her hand to his lips. “And this?” He pressed her other hand against his hot growth.“Definitely that.” She squeezed him and kissed his neck, breasts rubbing against his back. “Oh, come on… get naked.”“I would if you’d let me.”“Sorry.”Laughing, she scampered onto the bed and rested against the pile of plump pillows. She watched him calmly undress, smiling as he folded each item of clothing and placed it neatly on a chair. Unclasping her bra, she whipped it off and sent it twirling across the room. “You’re too slow,” she said when he frowned at the flying underwear. Her thong came off next. It had served its purpose – helped achieve arousal – but now it was in the way. Naked, she pushed the duvet to one side and wriggled down the bed.“Oh, God look at you.”“Oh, God in a good way?” she asked.He took a moment to admire her nakedness before replying. “Oh, yes. In a good way.” Staring at her graceful but lusty pose, he removed his boxers – the final item.“Well?” she said. “Shall we?”“Most definitely.” He clambered onto the bed and loomed above her. They kissed – a deep, open-mouth kiss that sealed their bond, reaffirmed their love. It may have been a year, but nothing had changed. “I love you,” he murmured.Sighing, she drew him close. “I love you too.”She gasped and clawed his back as his thick cock nosed her slit. She wanted him so badly… ached for him. She inhaled deeply and held the breath as he probed with a finger.
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