She tilted her head slightly to the side. His lips were soft there, winding lazily over her trapezius, and she smiled, moaning to herself, and letting her hands wander over the thick bands of muscle in his chest and back.
Outside the hotel room, the loud neon lights blared noisily into the night, the headlights on the various cars twinkled like surrogate stars, and all of the lights and colours bounced off the water of the fountains. It cast odd, complex reflections all over the thin white curtains, giving the room the same erratic gloomy light of candles.
She sighed, completely lost in her thoughts, when a sudden gentle bite on her shoulder brought her back to the moment with a cute little yelp.
“What was that for?” she murmured, bending one leg and pressing her thigh tight to his side, as the other leg stretched out on the bed slightly.
“I like it when you squeal like that” he whispered back, his voice playful but aggressive, loving but full of lust. She felt goosebumps on her arm as he spoke, unable to see them in the darkness, but she knew the effect he could had on her.
“Asshole” she giggled, scratching his back with her long painted nails. She could feel him stiffen, but he didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting. He nibbled at her earlobe for a minute, and then pulled away. His hands found the sides of her panties, and he gripped the fabric there tightly.
Pausing for a second, he waited for a reaction - the slight shift of her legs, so he could pull the thong away more easily. He quickly pulled his own boxers off, and then he lay on top of her again, sucking a nipple for a moment.
“Ready?” he asked softly.
“Mhmm” she said. Her pussy was wet already, and she’d wanted him all night. Now, finally, she was about to have him, and she felt nervous. There was a swarm of butterflies in her stomach, and she licked her lips nervously, waiting for him.
She didn’t have to wait long. His cock pressed against her pussy, the tip of it sliding up towards her clit before her reached down and pressed gently, forcing the tip in. She moaned as he pushed harder and slid fully into her, his cock driving deep into her tummy and scaring the butterflies away. Her body shuddered, and the goosebumps multiplied all over her arms. It felt wonderful, so natural, spiritual almost, as he started to thrust in and out.
She held him close, kissing the top of his head as he sucked her nipples alternatively. The scruff on his cheeks and chin scratched at her chest, but she didn’t care. All she could feel was the wondrous feeling of his hips against hers, his stomach pressing down on her body, his penis, driving in and out of her, kissing her cervix before pulling back to toy with her g-spot, before driving forwards again.
Over and over again, he’d thrust, in and out, and she spread herself open for him. Obscenely, sinfully, romantically, beautifully open to him. They made love gently, the world falling away as they laid each other bare.
Her legs lifted up and around, and she tightened them around his waist. Her fingernails bit into his skin again, and he grunted this time, moving to her trapezius again, to bite her hard. They moaned together, each of them on the verge of orgasm as their eyes met.
“Please, make love to me, and cum inside me” she moaned. He smiled back, nodding, and kissing her.
“Happy honeymoon, darling...”