Hotel Heat Before Takeoff

The rain hammered against the windows of the upscale hotel, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart. My husband, Sergeant Miller, was due back from deployment any day now, and the anticipation had built within me for months, a simmering heat that threatened to boil over. Tonight, I’d give in to the pressure, indulge in a fantasy I’d nurtured in secret, and document the exquisite pleasure of our reunion in a way that felt both raw and intensely personal. This was my first foray into writing this kind of material, and a thrill, laced with a touch of nervousness, shot through me as I began to type.

The dinner had been perfect, a decadent affair at a small Italian restaurant downtown. The candlelight flickered across Miller’s face as he’d spoken those words, those potent, possessive pronouncements that still sent shivers down my spine. "Your pussy is my dessert," he’d said, and the image of that delicious, forbidden treat had clung to me ever since. Now, with the remnants of the meal still clinging to my clothes, I was ready to lose myself in the memory of his touch.

The hotel room was opulent, all plush velvet and dark wood, but the true focal point was the bed – a king-sized expanse draped in crisp white linens. And there, resting on the nightstand, was the pink box. Inside, nestled on a bed of satin, lay a dress, a nightgown, and a pair of fluffy sandals, all in a vibrant, royal purple. It was a blatant invitation, a visual promise of the delights to come.

As I stripped off the silk tie he’d given me, a wave of heat washed over me. The blindfold was removed, and I found myself staring at the room, my senses heightened, every nerve tingling with anticipation. Miller stood behind me, his hand firmly gripping my waist, a silent command pulling me closer. “Take the tie off,” he demanded, his voice low and husky.

I pulled on the dress, the silky fabric clinging to my skin as I moved. The nightgown followed, its fluffy sandals a playful contrast to the sensual elegance of the dress. As I applied the coconut lip balm, the reflection in the tall, gold-lined mirrors confirmed what I already knew: my chocolate skin gleamed under the room’s soft lighting, a testament to the hours of pleasure I’d been denying myself.

He embraced me, pulling me close, and the scent of his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and musk, filled my nostrils. He kissed me softly, a gentle prelude to the storm brewing within me. "Now put this on for daddy," he murmured, his voice a silken invitation, and he gave my booty a sweet squeeze, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

In the bathroom, I luxuriated in the warmth of the water, letting it cascade over my skin, loosening the tension in my muscles. The reflection in the mirror showed me a woman transformed, a creature of pure desire, ready to submit to his every whim. I applied a light dusting of powder to my breasts and legs, then emerged from the shower, my skin tingling with anticipation.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, and I began to kiss him, my lips searching his, desperate to taste the lingering remnants of his scent. We savored the moment, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies. My mouth was watering, and we exchanged chemicals, feeding off each other’s passion.

“Mmmm, you taste good,” I whispered, my voice thick with pleasure. Then, he began to awaken my nipples with his warm, slippery tongue, teasing me, building the anticipation. As he lifted me off the bed, kissing me while looking directly into my soul, I felt completely consumed by him, surrendering to his control. He stood to hold me, wrapping his arms around my legs, pulling me tight against his chest. Juice began to flow down my vagina, a testament to the mounting excitement, and his hard, warm penis poked upward out of his white polo briefs.

I knelt on the floor, rubbing and sucking lightly on his flesh, starting slowly, then accelerating, alternating between my hands and mouth. I watched his fiery eyes, letting out moans of pleasure, and told him how great he tasted, how desperately I needed him. I began to smack his penis on my full, soft brown lips, watching him react blissfully before giving it a gentle kiss.

My clit was now fully erect, plump and ready, feeling like a ripe plum begging to be devoured. As I crawled from the floor onto the bed like a kitten seeking comfort, I knew I was prepared to ride him, to submit completely to his dominance. He followed me to the bed, pulled my legs straight down, and began kissing me viciously. He rubbed my clit softly, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I was ready for him to come down, to suck and kiss all over my beautiful pink pearl. The thought alone made my body shiver with anticipation. As he stood over me, his weight pressing down on my legs, I closed my eyes, surrendering completely to the exquisite torture of his touch. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and utterly unforgettable. The rain continued to fall outside, a soothing soundtrack to our shared abandon. In that moment, there was only us, lost in the depths of our lust, united by the intoxicating force of our desire. The world outside faded away, replaced by the primal heat of the moment, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a long, passionate journey.

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