When we finally got to the elevators, where we had met the first time, my heart froze with embarrassment. More than anything, I didn’t want Mark to mention me running straight into him, and to my relief, he didn’t.
I was on the 22nd floor of the hotel, Mark on the 20th. The elevator slid silently upwards, carrying us up to our rooms. Presumably I would never see Mark again. After all, we were leaving in a couple of days. My heart pounded in my chest. We didn’t speak. More than anything I wanted Mark to grab me, to take me right here in the elevator. My skin tingled as I imagined his touch on mine. Fire coursed through me as I imagined his lips all over me, exploring me, discovering my every curve, every inch of my skin.
The ding of the elevator snapped me out of my fantasy, the doors opening on the 20th floor.
“Thanks again for, you know, saving my life,” I told Mark, trying to sound casual, jokingly.
“No problem,” he told me, leaning in and planting his lips on mine. It was so unexpected, so sudden, and yet so nice. I closed my eyes and an involuntary moan escaped my lips as Mark’s touched my own. I leaned in, pressing my breasts against his chest, desperate for more. Pleasure radiated through my body from my lips. This was everything I’d wanted, everything I’d needed all day.
That was all the invitation Mark needed. With a single quick, swift movement he grabbed my ass and hoisted me upwards. I grabbed him, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling his throbbing desire pressing in between my legs, and he carried me down the hallway towards his room.
I squealed with excitement as he unlocked the door. We didn’t even get inside the doorway before Mark had me pressed up against the wall, his lips all over mine.
I closed my eyes as his lips roamed my body. His hands, so strong, kneaded the firm skin of my ass, sending my body absolutely wild with desire. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted this, right here, right now.
There was something so strong, so powerful about Mark. Maybe it was the way he had me pinned against the wall, my arms wrapped around his legs. The way he suddenly grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. I felt so helpless, I felt so weak, and yet it turned me on like I’d never experienced before.
His hands were so large, his arms so strong, he only needed one hand to pin both my wrists above my head. I let out a moan as his lips roamed, moving from my lips and down to my earlobe, nibbling it lightly, then down my jawline. I could feel my pulse against his lips, feel my heart going a million miles a minute. It felt like my heart was going to burst from the effort, but I hoped it wouldn’t be until I got more of Mark.
“Oh God!” I cried out, without realizing it, as his lips moved to my neck. I leaned my head back, exposing my delicate skin to him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Suddenly, I stopped.
“Wait!” I exclaimed. Mark stopped instantly, letting my hands go.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes full of concern. He didn’t even seem to care that I’d just basically stopped us in the middle of what was bound to be amazing sex.
“I... sorry... I just don’t usually... do this sort... of thing,” I muttered sheepishly. I could hear how stupid I sounded.
“What sort of thing?” Mark replied, obviously taking great pleasure in my embarrassment.
“You know... like, casual sex.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything. Let me know if you want to stop, ok?”
I nodded, and seconds later he was pressing against me once more. I knew then I didn’t want to stop. I was never going to see Mark again after tonight, but as his mouth touched my skin, his fingers roaming towards the hem of my shirt, I knew I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything before.
His fingers nimbly grabbed the hem of my shirt. Seconds later it was on the floor, discarded and unwanted. For the fiftieth time that day I cursed my decision to bring the one piece. Why couldn’t I have been wearing my sexy bikini under this?
Still, it was too late now. Mark grabbed the straps of my suit and yanked them down over my shoulders, almost roughly. He was definitely in charge. He was taking control, and to my surprise, it turned me on. I didn’t understand it. I always needed to be in control. So why was it that every time he took that control away my sex got just a little bit wetter?
“I’m going to take you so hard, make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” Mark whispered into my ear as he leaned down. The words made my legs feel like jelly as his face moved down, towards my now exposed breasts. There was something so animalistic, so primal about him. I grabbed his hair, those wavy brown locks flowing in between my fingers, needing something to hold onto as his tongue moved down and touched my nipple.