I arrived at the hotel room right on time. I’m pretty punctual like that. Endorphins are coursing through me. I’m wet and have been for a while. I knock on the door, butterflies in my stomach, and subconsciously hold my breath.
He’s there. He opens the door and smiles. I like his smile. He doesn’t do it enough though. All he has to do to turn me on is smile at me.
The door closes behind me and I smile back. I’m always very happy to see him. “Hi!” I say cheerfully. I want to reach for him immediately. Put my arms around his neck and pull him in for one of the best kisses I’ll ever have. But I don’t. I tell him to go sit down on the bed, and with a gentle poke to his chest, move him in that direction.
Following him there, my eyes focused on his face, I fall to my knees and start removing his shoes. He’s watching me. I’m not moving very fast. I want to, believe me. I want to jump on him. Devour him with my hands and mouth and tongue. My whole body. But I will wait.