Part one (reddit issues, part two to follow)
For many years and a series of flirtatious and semi-awkward encounters during which emotions often ran so high they spilled out and became arguments or strange moments or playful and inappropriate touches, you have wanted this to happen.
If you hadn’t, there’s no way you would have arranged things for me to be in your hotel room, you away from home on a business trip, me with an open-ended time commitment and with no way anyone could know where we are, or what could happen between us. If you didn’t want this, there’s no way you’d have had so much of the wine that I brought, no way you’d have told me that embarrassing story that made you sexy and vulnerable at the same time.
You smell so good. I know you do, because that’s one of our little jokes, where I lean in — too close — and smell your hair and skin, grazing my lips and the tip of my nose across your skin — minimal contact guaranteed to cause goosebumps, pretending it’s an accident, or a kidding joke — that it means nothing and is going nowhere. It has no importance, so it’s not worth even considering it as anything other than a simple flirtation between good friends who have known each other for a while, working and playing and eating and drinking and spending time together. But flirtation is like a joke made at someone else’s expense — there’s always a little bit of truth to it.
I know you want this, want me, because of the way your knees buckle, and you push your hips toward me when I step close to you to say good-bye. You don’t want me to leave. You rub your ass along the wall and arch your back and lift your chin and you couldn’t be a more open invitation to me if you tried. And you are trying. You’re trying to seduce me, to get me in your room, in your bed, inside you, fucking you, kissing you, biting you and holding you close enough that our mutual desire bonds us forever — or at least for tonight.
So, I give in. I kiss you, tentatively at first, one kiss followed by another, then taking your lower lip in mine and sucking briefly, like a signature. I explore your mouth, tasting you, then pushing my tongue in there, kissing you harder, bringing your body closer to mine. You moan into my mouth, and I move away from your mouth and to your neck just below your ear, kissing my way down to your collarbone and moving my lips along that, breathing you in, tasting your skin, your perfume, your desire. Your shoes are off already, and so it is with very little effort that I unbuckle your jeans and push them down to your hips. They fall the rest of the way to the floor on their own, and I step on them as you pull your feet free. They are quickly forgotten. As I continue to kiss your neck and ears, sucking on your earlobes and moving back to your hot mouth, I push my hand inside your panties, running my fingers through your trimmed bush and gently but firmly pushing my way into your pussy. You are already so wet, and my cock hardens instantly thinking about how long you’ve been waiting for this.
I suck on your lips and tongue, looking into your eyes as my fingers part your pussy lips and explore you, stroking your labia and finding your clit easily. My thumb dwells there, circling, and then I begin to stroke the entirety of your pussy with four fingers, but focused on your clit, rubbing you with your own juices, getting you wetter, more excited. You’re beyond caring already, nearly out of your mind with desire, so horny you’d do anything I asked. I break the kiss and guide you over to the hotel bed. You lay down and give me a questioning look. I remove your panties with both hands and take a moment to look at your beautiful body, quivering hips and waiting pussy lips, short hair and smooth as silk legs. I kneel before you and kiss your clit, taking it between my lips, sucking, and licking it while it’s inside my mouth. My fingers explore you, spreading you out, and without letting you out of my mouth I begin to lick your clit in circles, first, then more quickly up and down, from the opening of your pussy all the way up, and then back down.
I hold your hips and keep you here with me. Your resistance fades as it feels so good and perfect. My tongue darts back and forth, exploring every inch of your pussy and clit and licking your pussy lips and kissing your clit and tasting you and drinking you in. I slide two fingers into your pussy finally and push downward, filling you up. I once again suck your clit into my mouth and lick it, slowly and then faster, faster, and I pump my fingers, fucking you, as your leg muscles lock up and you grab my hair with your fingers and your body shudders, clamped down on the bed with the strength of your orgasm — you have waited for this so long, and when you come for me, it’s hard and from a place deep within your body.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v8ccag/i_know_you_want_this_to_happen_mf