The Hotel Room
He was leaning against the door frame, lust playing with confused restraint across his face. He exhaled heavily, his breath sounding coarse and hesitant. She saw his adam's apple bob in his throat, and his left eye twitch, and she knew: now was not the time for hesitation. Time to lose the demure act, so in two strides she was there, wrapping her arms around his body. Their faces were pressed together, his skin cool, teeth sharp, tongue probing.
She pushed them towards the hotel room bed, doubtless scene of many indiscretions, until he stood, pressed against the foot of the bed. She began unbuttoning his shirt before becoming frustrated with the task and pulled it up over his head. She knew the tattoos would be there, so she didn't stare, instead resting her hand upon the sun on his chest. She leant down to lick his sternum, working up to his throat, where blue veins traced a delicate pattern under the skin. She wrapped an arm around his neck again. She pulled his head down to hers, catching his bottom lip, running her teeth and tongue along it. Their bodies were a mess of long limbs and savage lips, and as she pressed against him, Sarah felt the full strength of his desire. She put a hand to the front of his jeans, thumb hitched on the belt buckle.
A smile came to her lips. This was playing exactly into her hand, each piece slotting together easier than she had –
Long-fingered hands on her waist suddenly, pressing down, down into the bone with such intensity that she sucked in a breath, as his thumbs ground into her hips. He turned her quickly so that it was her legs pressed against the bed. With a resolute shove she was on the bed, his heavy weight upon her quickly. His hands left her waist, and traveled up her body, tangling in her hair before moving down to her breasts, finally yanking the shirt from the waistband of her skirt. He pulled down on the front of her bra, wrenching the fabric from her body. A heavy knee wedged between her thighs, parting them; his hand followed.
A thought ran through her mind, as she marveled at how quickly he had reasserted his power, all hesitancy gone. This was going to be more interesting then she had expected. Let him think he's in charge; soon enough, he'll learning who's truly running the show.