HUNGER

Sylvie pulled the man closer, raking her nails along the back of his neck as they danced in the luxury of the suite. It was her time away from it all, and he was all she was going to focus on. The stress of the week faded away when his arms held her tight. His eyes never leaving hers, even though she dressed to catch his attention. The outfit was sheer in all the right places, making her feel bold and sexy enough to approach the handsome stranger and bring him up to her room.

 Now here in her opulent room, they danced. Moving together to soft music, lights dimmed in more romance than she was ready for. She hadn't wanted romance. She hadn't dressed in a ball gown. Sylvie stepped closer, letting her thigh brush against his. Through those pants she could feel what she wanted and that made her press that much closer.

The warmth of his body against hers finally took control and she pressed herself against his chest. Flattening her breasts against his firm frame while her fingers ran into his hair, pulling him down into a hungry kiss. His arms wrapped around her, melding their bodies together while their tongues continued the dance.

“God enough already,” She gasped while dragging him by the jacket to the bed.

Sylvie pushed him down, climbing onto the bed and resting beside him. Her fingers playing along the buttons of his suit, down his stomach and back up again. The mischief danced in her eyes as she watched his breathing catch in his chest in response to her tease.

“It isn't often I get the company of such a well dressed man.” Sylvie pulled at his tie and leaned in to nip his lip.

“Maybe you aren't around real men?” he tried to kiss her, but Sylvie pushed him down, her nails raking the smooth, shaven face.

“And you are the real man?” She pulled him by the tie and pushed him over onto his hands and knees. His taught buttocks flexed as she ran her nails over them through his slacks. Sylvie enjoyed the feel of quality in his clothing. She moved her hands down his thighs then up, her delicate fingers slipping across his bulge at last. His groan filled the room as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, biting her lip at the size of it. Stroking that stiff member through his clothes while her other hand squeezed his ass.

“Well, maybe you are a real man.” Sylvie pushed him onto his back again, straddling his waist.

“Real enough fo....” He tried to speak but Sylvie silenced him with a kiss. Her tongue invading his mouth as her hips rolled. The thin fabric of his pants dragged across her soft mound as she moved. The friction between them edging both into an inferno of need. He worked his body beneath her, adding to the grind. Their moans mingled in the kiss, words no longer needed.

Sylvie rose, looking down at him as she slid back enough to begin fumbling with his belt. She could feel him beneath her, feel the throb of his pulse in his cock as she worked his button open. Who needed dim lights and candles? She gripped his rigid shaft and pulled it out at last. This is all she wanted from him tonight.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used:  ::WS::  Hardwood Bed