My sensual dreams of you Chapter Two

My sensual dreams of you
Chapter Two

Recovering from our initial climax, I hold your hand again and show you around the hotel suite. It is enormous and the scene is breathtaking. The entryway where we were just standing and experienced our first climax of the evening opens into a tiled foyer with a large bathroom area on our left, a living area directly in front of us with glass doors leading out onto the balcony, and a doorway on the right leading into the bedroom. The room is lit only by the dozens of candles spread out all over the place and by the moonlight outside which is peeking into the suite through the small breaks in the closed curtains.

Leading you towards the sofa in the middle of the large communal area, you are walking right into one of your deepest fantasies. Your mind is still conflicted at how this all is so real, yet at the same time, you feel like you are floating on air now. And if that is the case, how can it be real?

My thoughts begin to drift towards that same place as where you are, so I quickly take your arms, pull you back towards me and we engage in another long, deep, enthusiastic kiss. Like a surge through our entire bodies, this fierce kiss of ours begins to boil our blood and quickens our pulse. Yes, this is most definitely happening to us, though it feels like something out of our deepest desires. Your response to my hands and mouth are exactly as I would have them.

The lead I am taking in our warm embrace is exactly as you have pictured them in your dreams.

At this confirmation, our bodies sigh at once together, and our kiss grows hotter and becomes more involved. Our lips continue searching each other, our tongues intertwining, our hands gracefully exploring the other's bodies. My hand steals around your waist and pulls you even closer to me, inside me again. Your curves are so defined, feeling so smooth and silky against my fingertips. Meanwhile, your hands are mapping my frame as well, caressing me through the thin fabric of my shirt, massaging my shoulders, back and ass.

A few more blissful moments later, we begin to end our long embrace, and our lips leave each other, if only momentarily so that we can relax more and take our time enjoying our first evening together. As we move away from each other, our eyes once again meet, and the mouths which were just melded together smile in unison.

Still feeling giddy with pleasure, we float around to the other side of the couch, take a seat extremely near each other and begin to talk about our mutual trips getting to the hotel. I had taken a morning flight out to see you and arrived at the hotel a few hours earlier. I tell you how I wanted to be here early enough to get everything in order so that we would only be concerned with enjoying each other.

For you, the car ride over was only a half hour or so, but you relay that it took forever. You mention how much you adored the jewelry and that while you would never dream of accepting such an expensive gift so early on in a relationship, you did not want to disappoint me by not wearing it. I just laughed slightly and told you that we will see about whether you will be keeping it later, but that the gift was bought expressly for you, and I would be heartbroken if you returned it.

You also tell me how sexy you felt wearing the bra and panties that I bought for you. And when you put on the dress for the first time this evening, you further say you had never felt more incredible. My response is that I am glad you liked it and that I hope we can surpass even that incredible feeling of yours tonight.

As we continue to small talk about the past two days, the past few weeks of knowing each other, I pour us both a glass of champagne, toast to a wondrous night filled with such hope and dreams, and take our first sip. The champagne tastes delicious over our tongues, bubbling its way down our throats and settling inside of us. After the first sip, you confess that you have not shared a glass of champagne with someone in a long, long time. I nod in understanding and tell you that I hope it is the first of many.

Now, what would champagne be without strawberries? Next to the ice bucket on the table is a small bowl of a dozen plump, red strawberries. I incline my head over to the bowl and ask if you would like me to feed you, to which you can only nod in agreement. So, taking the bowl in one hand, I pick out what I believe to be the most perfect strawberry in the bunch and carefully bring it up to your lips. Your mouth opens, inviting my fingers and the fruit towards it, and then you slowly bring your teeth down, biting the strawberry and tasting its sweetness, chewing on it, and swallowing it. After another sip of champagne to wash it down, you smile and whisper, "Mumm."

Our short feast of words, champagne, and strawberries continues for a brief while as we begin to relax more and allow ourselves to enjoy the comfort of being close to each other. And as we finish our second glass of champagne, I take your glass and place it back on the table, lean towards you and kiss you softly. "Would you like to dance?" I whisper, offering you, my hand.

Accepting this invitation, we rise from the couch and move over to a spot in the foyer, your heels able to move a little easier on the tile floor versus the carpet. I slip out a small remote control from my pant pocket, aim it in the direction of the entertainment set, and turn on the CD player. For our first dance, I have chosen one of my favorite songs, "Something About the Way You Look Tonight," by Elton John.

At the very least, I thought it was appropriate considering how fantastic you look and how wonderful you are making me feel.

As the music begins to play softly, I take you in my arms and we begin to find a rhythm together that matches the sweet sound echoing throughout the room. Our eyes meet and hold the gaze, knowing that while this moment cannot last forever, this night could very well be the beginning of something incredible. Your head falls against my chest, and we begin to dance slowly to the rhythm, our hips moving back and forth, our hearts beating together.

With my hands around your waist, I take one and slowly move it up your spine, caressing your skin, deliberately gliding my hand up to the back of your neck, and massaging it softly. Holding the base of your head gently, I bring your head up to mine and kiss you sweetly on your lips again. It is a soft kiss, a romantic kiss. Unlike the other embraces we have shared tonight, this one is a product of all the incredible possibilities that await us beyond the bedroom. This is a foreshadowing of such a sweet pleasure yet to come.

Breaking off from this dreamlike state, the first song ends, leading to a hotter beat, a light jazz sound with a very deep, erotic undertone. As if taking our cue from the change in rhythm, our bodies part slowly and we begin to change our movements. Your hips are sliding seductively to and from, and your arms and head rock suggestively.

You are hypnotizing my entire body as you grin slyly toward me, knowing the sensuous effect you are having over me.

Encouraged by my reactions to your movements, you begin to let go further, your rhythm now exaggerated further by the heat rising within you. This delicious dance is turning into a show just for me.

This time you are in control. You are directing this scene for both of us, and you know it. You are enjoying it very much, as you continue to move just for me.

Signaling me to follow you, you lead me towards the bedroom, stopping only momentarily to take in the room itself, a king-sized bed surrounded by candles, the distinct scent of lavender in the air. You turn your head slightly to one side, look back and me, and blow me a kiss. While still staring back at me, you motion to me with one of your fingers for me to come closer, which I dutifully obey.

Walking slowly towards you, you turn around and reach out to me, pulling me hard towards you, our mouths engaging in a tongue-sucking kiss, compliments of the sweltering, sexy jazz echoing throughout the room as well as the heated passion boiling inside both of us again.

Pushing me away after a short embrace, you motion me over towards the bed, where I sit down on the edge of the bed with you standing before me. As the second song ends, a third just like it begins, egging you on more. Now the dance becomes a sensuous salsa you are performing for an audience of one. Your eyes close gently as you fall fast away into the moment. Your hands slowly roam your body, beginning at your thighs, gliding up over your stomach towards your breasts, accentuating your curves, and moving them up to your neck as you lean your head back. Moving your fingertips through your hair, I can only sit there and take in this sight. My penis is full and throbbing now for you. I am beginning to burn with lust to have you again.

Sensing my increased anticipation, you open your eyes and look down at me, walk closer, and spread your legs apart so that they are flanking either side of my closed legs. You lift one up and over me, a knee supporting yourself on the bed. My hands reach out to your waist to hold you, and you repeat the action with your other leg, now straddling me, your knees finding the mattress on either side of me, our crotches pressed against each other.

Your hand's cup both of my cheeks and you lower your mouth to mine, another heated embrace, with the electricity passing through both our bodies. My hands pull you closer to me, my hands holding you tight now. The passion is so thick in the air, it is weighing down against my chest. Our lips explore each other, dancing together now, our moans drowning out the background music.

With the kiss, we begin to transition from the romantic undertones of only a few minutes ago back into the state of pure lust and desire which we let loose upon your arrival into the hotel suite. Another journey toward ecstasy awaits us. That paradise of passion and pleasure is calling both our names.


To be continued