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Aria Serris
Hot Hotel
Hot Hotel
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Two rock stars make a bet: who can get the sexy woman on the other side of the lounge into bed first? Little does the chauvinistic lead singer know, the game is rigged, and the two tricksters escape to their hotel room for a night of unbridled passion in the bed and against the wall. (M/F)
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“Mmm… you were perfect,” he replied, feathering kisses along her lips as his hands slinked over her hips and glided down to the hem of her dress. “It was unbearable to play it cool when you look so beautiful tonight.”
“Oh, James, you’ve made me all red.” She hid her blush with her hands, but James whisked them away from her and nuzzled in close to her ear.
“I can make you more than that, darling.” His voice seemed to slide between her legs, coaxing a fresh wetness onto her panties. He saw her body relax but felt her pulse beat strongly against her neck as he caught the supple flesh of her earlobe between his gentle teeth, flicking his soft tongue around the sensitive area just to tease her.
“James…”
“Yes, love?” She felt James’s words before she heard them, light winds of heat against her neck.
“I need you.”
James placed his hands on either side of his girlfriend’s hips, pressing his forehead against hers so that their noses touched. He looked into her eyes that captured so many colors that they always blew him away.
“Of course, darling.” He kissed her then, slowly, easily caressing her tongue with his own. He was always a tender lover, always fulfilling her desires without question and sometimes without asking. He seemed to read her mind, her body language—he had memorized her and knew exactly how she liked to be touched, when, how fast, how hard, how slowly, how long. He kept her climaxing until she couldn’t remember how to move.
They reached the hotel suite in a haze, bumping into doors and walls along the way. Despite their lustful reverie, James slid the keycard in the door fluidly and just as deftly maneuvered his girlfriend into the room and toward the bed. Just as the soft fabric of the sheets that billowed over the mattress kissed her legs, he gently lifted her from her feet to settle her neatly amidst the cool swell of cotton. She loved his lithe body on top of hers—light enough to be comfortable but heavy enough for her to know that she was with a man.
“I love you,” James said as he gazed into her eyes. He held himself up with those strong arms that she loved to touch, that glistened on stage in the spotlight as he plunged his hands down his guitar. She spoke the words back to him, but they ended up in his mouth rather than on the air.
He kissed her more hungrily, sliding his hands down her thighs to pull up her dress. Her muscles tightened as she arched her back to allow him to pass the dress from beneath her and lift it over her head. He shook the fabric from his fingertips like dewdrops, discarding it over the bed and out of memory. Now was all that mattered; what she could see was all that mattered—James, hovering above her, one knee between her legs and a single hand tickling a feather-light trail from her breasts to her panties.
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“Mmm… you were perfect,” he replied, feathering kisses along her lips as his hands slinked over her hips and glided down to the hem of her dress. “It was unbearable to play it cool when you look so beautiful tonight.”
“Oh, James, you’ve made me all red.” She hid her blush with her hands, but James whisked them away from her and nuzzled in close to her ear.
“I can make you more than that, darling.” His voice seemed to slide between her legs, coaxing a fresh wetness onto her panties. He saw her body relax but felt her pulse beat strongly against her neck as he caught the supple flesh of her earlobe between his gentle teeth, flicking his soft tongue around the sensitive area just to tease her.
“James…”
“Yes, love?” She felt James’s words before she heard them, light winds of heat against her neck.
“I need you.”
James placed his hands on either side of his girlfriend’s hips, pressing his forehead against hers so that their noses touched. He looked into her eyes that captured so many colors that they always blew him away.
“Of course, darling.” He kissed her then, slowly, easily caressing her tongue with his own. He was always a tender lover, always fulfilling her desires without question and sometimes without asking. He seemed to read her mind, her body language—he had memorized her and knew exactly how she liked to be touched, when, how fast, how hard, how slowly, how long. He kept her climaxing until she couldn’t remember how to move.
They reached the hotel suite in a haze, bumping into doors and walls along the way. Despite their lustful reverie, James slid the keycard in the door fluidly and just as deftly maneuvered his girlfriend into the room and toward the bed. Just as the soft fabric of the sheets that billowed over the mattress kissed her legs, he gently lifted her from her feet to settle her neatly amidst the cool swell of cotton. She loved his lithe body on top of hers—light enough to be comfortable but heavy enough for her to know that she was with a man.
“I love you,” James said as he gazed into her eyes. He held himself up with those strong arms that she loved to touch, that glistened on stage in the spotlight as he plunged his hands down his guitar. She spoke the words back to him, but they ended up in his mouth rather than on the air.
He kissed her more hungrily, sliding his hands down her thighs to pull up her dress. Her muscles tightened as she arched her back to allow him to pass the dress from beneath her and lift it over her head. He shook the fabric from his fingertips like dewdrops, discarding it over the bed and out of memory. Now was all that mattered; what she could see was all that mattered—James, hovering above her, one knee between her legs and a single hand tickling a feather-light trail from her breasts to her panties.
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