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  “I’ll have a glass of Merlot, please.”

  “Red wine sounds perfect,” I say. “We’ll take a bottle for the table.”

  The server walks away to get our wine and we look at each other and smile. You start to shake your head at me.

  “What are you shaking your head at?”

  “I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe it’s you. Finally.”

  I want to reach for your hands but the server comes back with our wine. She presents the bottle and I give her the approving nod. She pours a small bit in a glass and I insist that you be the one to decide if it tastes nice.

  I watch as your lower lip presses against the glass and the wine gently pours into your mouth. I’ve never felt jealous of a wine glass until this exact moment. You hold the wine in your mouth for a brief moment and then swallow.

  “It’s delicious.”

  You place your glass down and the server fills yours and then mine. I wish she’d pour faster so we could have some privacy. She places the remainder of the bottle on the table.

  “Can I get you anything to start? We have a really nice Mediterranean flatbread, calamari, or maybe the warm spinach and artichoke dip?”

  “Yeah sure. The flatbread sounds good. Thanks.”

  I order the damn thing so she’ll finally leave. I lift my wine glass and hold it up to you. You notice and lift yours to meet mine. Our eyes meet again. I try to find the words for a touching welcome toast, but I’m at a loss.

  “Well. Welcome to Atlanta!”

  Not the most imaginative toast but looking into your eyes, my mind is blank to everything but your beauty.

  You burst out laughing.

  Your reaction is infectious and I join you. We’re both laughing so hard that the people at the table nearest look over.

  You can hardly get out the words to thank me for my profound speech on our first encounter. I look at your smile and then into your eyes.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I say.

  “But we just got the wine and ordered some food?”

  “I’m not hungry for flatbread. There’s something else I’d rather taste.”

  Your cheeks turn pink in embarrassment.

  “You don’t want to eat?”

  “Oh, I want to eat,” I say with a wink.

  You cover your mouth in shock and laugh even louder. I can tell you have no idea if I’m serious or not. I lean over and get some money from my wallet to throw down on the table.

  I’m one hundred percent serious. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.

  I stand up and take my glass and the opened bottle. I gesture for you to grab your glass too.

  I grab your free hand and lead you through the restaurant. You’re still laughing and saying my name and calling me crazy. I am crazy, and you love it.

  We come to the elevator doors and I press the button repeatedly. The doors finally open and I pull you in.

  I hit the floor of your room and then press myself up against you, pushing you gently back against the far wall of the elevator. The doors close behind us.

  Without hesitation, our mouths press firmly against each other in a kiss that we’ve waited two years for. My mouth opens and my tongue pushes its way into yours. Your tongue meets mine and they dance with each other. I press my body firmer into yours and my tongue continues to brush against yours.

  There’s no doubt you’ll be feeling my boner pressed against you this time.

  The elevator chimes as we approach your floor. I break our kiss and give you a wink. We hold hands while we wait for the doors to open.

  You lead me to the door of your room and search through your purse for the key card. I take the opportunity grab your ass, caressing the perfect curve.

  You giggle as you slide the key in and out of the slot and push the door open. I’m already fully erect, ready to slide in and out of your slot.

  We enter the room locked in a passionate kiss. It’s as if I’m a vampire devouring your neck. I can’t get enough of you.

  You stumble backwards and I guide your way. We place our drinks on the desk and before you know it, I pick you up and toss you on the bed.

  Your skirt flows up and falls on your stomach, exposing the sexiest pair of red and black lace panties I’ve ever seen.

  I leap on the bed and straddle my legs over you, kissing you passionately. You throw your arms up and wrap them around my neck and pull me down closer to you. It feels amazing to be so close to you. You taste perfect. You smell perfect. You feel perfect. Better than I ever imagined, and believe me, I imagined this moment a lot.

  I reach down for the bottom of your dress and start to lift the skirt further up your body. I hit a snag and know there’s a trick to getting this thing off you. In a single motion, I flip you from your back onto your stomach so I can unzip the back of your dress.

  You squeal in excitement.

  I climb back on top of you and open your zipper, exposing your sexy, smooth back. I lean forward and push your hair to the side and kiss you behind the ear. I feel you squirm between my legs.

  You like it so I keep going.

  I kiss down your neck, along the bottom of your hair line. Slowly and softly. I move to the other side and kiss behind that ear too.

  “I’m so happy you’re here,” I whisper.

  You say you are too, in a soft, breathy voice.

  I continue to kiss my way around your neck. I begin to inch my way down the center of your back. My lips are wet and leave cool spots along the way. I gently blow on them and watch your body react. I can feel your pelvis moving up and down and I move back a bit and sit firmly on it.

  One side at a time, I take your dress off of your arms and slide it down your body and drop it to the side of the bed. I waste no times getting my hands back on your sexy, perfect body and slide them down slowly and firmly along your irresistible curves.

  I grab on tightly to both sides of your waist and lift you to your knees. Your ass displayed high in the air, I hold it tight and then use my hands to spread your legs.

  I reach between and take your pussy in my hand.

  “Oh wow. You’re so wet.”

  “I’ve been wet since I got on the plane,” you say.

  I love hearing you say that. I hold on tighter to your warm, wet pussy.

  I press my thumb over your panties and slide it back and forth. I move my face in and press my lips against your pussy. I take a deep breath in and feel my cock grow an extra inch from the delicious smell of you.

  I let my warm breath out over your pussy and pull your panties to the side. I slide my tongue along your folds. So slowly.

  You’re soaking wet and taste amazing. I lick you all up before finally plunging my tongue deep inside you. I hear you moan and I press my tongue in deeper.

  I reach up and pull your panties down around your ass and then down your legs and off over your ankles. I spread your pussy lips with my fingers and dive back in for more.

  My tongue moves rapidly up and down and in and out. You press your ass back against my face and it drives me wild. I welcome your pussy and ass all over my face and never stop moving my tongue all over you.

  I sit back up and press my thumb into your hole, the rest of my hand reaches around and holds you. I move my thumb in circles.

  “I need you to fuck me now,” you say breathlessly.

  Those are the magic words.

  I flip you over, onto your back and get on top of you. You pull my shirt up over my head.

  I grab your face in my hands and kiss your beautiful mouth.

  You reach for my belt and undo my pants, pulling them off.

  You want me to fuck you and girl, I am going to fuck you, but first, I want to kiss you. I crush my lips against yours, and you relax, laying completely still. The kiss is sweet and soft. Our naked bodies press together as our tongues gently caress.

  You break away from the kiss.

  “I’m so happy this is finally happening.”

 
; “Me too, sweetie. Me too”

  We look at each other and our eyes are smiling. Without breaking contact, I slowly slide my throbbing cock into your soaking wet pussy. It surprises you and your eyes widen. The smile on your face grows as you throw your head back and arch your back. I press all the way into you, as deep as I can possibly get, and hold there.

  “It feels so good to be inside you.”

  You wrap your arms around my body and hold onto my back.

  I slowly slide my dick out, so slowly. Just as it comes all the way out of you, I swiftly press it right back in. I lean forward and begin to kiss your ear and neck. Your pelvis and my cock have gotten into a perfect rhythm and we speed up together, me pumping into you with the rhythm of your swaying hips.

  I feel you press your nails into my back and I grab your earlobe between my teeth and bite. I thrust myself into you with shorter, quicker movements.

  You’re so wet and so tight against my cock. I can’t believe how incredible you feel. I could cum at any moment, but I stop myself. I don’t want this moment to be over so soon.

  “You’re going to make me cum,” you cry.

  Like a lightening bolt, those words send a flood of pure lust through me. I fuck you harder and harder and look down at you enjoying it. Our eyes meet and your hands reach down to your sides. You grab the blankets. Your back arches and you press your pussy against my dick.

  You let out a loud moan and there’s no stopping my cum.

  I explode inside you like a stallion, pouring myself into you in an orgasm that feels like it lasts forever. I pour myself deep inside you.

  You moan at the pleasure of my orgasm in your body and start convulsing in a wave of your own crashing orgasms.

  I grab your body and hold you on my cock, pulling you against me so hard you have no escape. You reach back up and pull me down to you and wrap your arms around me.

  Our bodies are pressed together. I feel our hearts racing as we both try to catch our breath. I kiss your head and your shoulders.

  “That was so worth the wait,” I say between breaths. “I love you.”

  “I love you,” you say.

  “Want to know what would make you love me even more?”

  “I’m not sure that’s even possible.”

  “Oh yeah? Watch this.”

  I roll off you, reach for the phone, and press zero.

  “Hello. We were just in the lounge and ordered the flatbread but had to come back to our room for an emergency. Everything is fine now, but could you please have that brought up to our room, along with some menus?”

  You look at me, your eyes full of love. “We’re not leaving this room tonight, are we?”

  “Definitely not,” I say, pulling you over and snuggling you up close against me.

  “Thank you for inviting me here,” you say.

  “Thank you for taking a chance on me,” I say, looking into your beautiful eyes.

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