Those mischievous smiles only led to one place: a room with a closed door that could be locked from the inside. It was only after the door was locked that we resumed what had only been delayed by our travel... in each other's embrace. Only this time, we were warmer to the touch. The alcohol had worn off, and the warmth was the foundation of the passion that filled the room.
A passion to intertwine each other's souls through the most carnal connection. Glasses were tossed onto the dresser as the first items to come off. As we tried not to part our lips, a shirt was pulled off so fast it was as if it had never been there. My hands assisted, feeling the softness of your skin as it was pulled up... feeling the heat radiating from your chest. You tilted your head back as I continued to kiss down your neck, my hands moving down to your hips to trace the waistband of your pants. I only paused to find the button, which was quickly undone with a flick of my fingers. I grabbed the sides of your hips, tucking my fingers inside to feel you as I pushed them down to your knees.
My lips began to kiss past your clavicle, down the middle of your chest, stopping to reminisce on the sweet rose scent directly over your breasts. Wanting to suckle and bite them, I instead continued the motion of pushing your pants down... falling to my knees as my lips traced your stomach and landed on your hips. Your pants ended at your ankles, and as you placed a hand on my shoulder to balance, you pressed against me, and my lips met the lace of your panties. You pulled your legs out one by one as I dragged my lips across the top of your panties, feeling the softest skin on my top lip and the sensual lace that had held your hips the entire evening.
Being so close to you only made the room warmer, even though more clothing had come off.