In a split second, he had me pushed against the back wall, and I was surprised at the change in him, the instant aggression and dominance. But I wasn't upset or worried. I was just fucking turned on. I liked it.

I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him yes, that I liked it that way, that I wanted it, but he crushed his lips on mine and shoved his tongue in my mouth. His hands wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me tightly against him. He moved one leg between mine, and I took a step to the side to accommodate him, to open up, and I instantly felt the pressure of his erection against my thigh.

The bell dinged, and the elevator doors opened. I didn't even see him hit a button for the floor, but we must have been in the right place, because he instantly detached himself from me and grabbed my hand again, pulling me out into the plush hallway.

He was a perfect gentleman, once again, the entire walk to the door of the suite, but I had a feeling that I knew which way this would go once the door closed behind us. My previous curiosities had been completely satisfied by the eventful elevator ride.

He put the key in the door. It made that soft clicking sound that meant entry.

He opened the door, holding it so that I could enter first.

The door closed behind us, automatically, as all hotel doors do.

And then, he was on me again.

He shoved me against the foyer wall, barely in the room, and buried his tongue in my mouth again. His hands were immediately on my body, pulling at my skirt, lifting it until I could feel the cool air conditioning in the room between my legs.

"Hold this," he groaned, gesturing for me to hold my pushed up skirt in place for him. I grabbed it with my hands, just as he wanted, and he freely slid his hands down my legs.

When his hands hit the top of my stockings, he stopped and pulled away, looking at my face. We were both breathing hard.

He didn't say a word, just pulled back more and looked down at my body, to see what he had just touched. He groaned audibly when he saw the combination of thigh-highs, lace panties, and heels.

"Jesus," he said roughly, his eyes still glued to my legs. "So fucking hot."

He took a deep breath and released it, then looked at me for several seconds. It was like he was deciding something.

And then he dropped to his knees, burying his face between my legs.

I gasped, so surprised by his sudden action, but held my skirt firmly in place, silently begging him not to stop. He wrapped his hands around my thighs, pulling me to him tightly, pushing his face back in my lace covered crotch. He was breathing deeply, inhaling me, brushing his nose from top to bottom, side to side, not wanting to miss a thing. The light touch was driving me insane.

His hands slid up behind me until he was cupping my bare ass, stroking and squeezing for a moment, then slowly pulling down the back of my thong, twisted between his fingers, until they were off, puddled at my ankles. He pulled at them so I could step out of them, and he tossed them to the side.

He looked back up at me, that beautiful face tilted up, almost asking for permission. Jesus, Christ, yes, anything! I didn't want him to ever stop. And I loved where he decided to start.

"Yes," I whispered with a quick nod and a small smile. "Anything... just... please."

He smiled once, in acknowledgement, then got real serious, lowering his face to where my legs met my body. He looked at my bare pussy and made a small sound, a sound in his throat, and he looked up at me once again, but this time, it was all heat and hunger.

He looked back down, grabbed my ass again, and dove in.

No ceremony. No soft words. Just his lips and tongue instantly and aggressively between my legs.

I felt his tongue, his warm, soft, wet, tongue, travel from top to bottom, and then slide inside, returning back to the top, barely grazing my clit in the process. I almost came out of my shoes at that point.

I thrust my hips forward, begging him for more.

"Please..." I whispered.

"Tell me what you want, pretty lady," he said as he ran his nose up and down my bare skin. "Tell me, and it's yours."

His voice was low and gravelly. I could tell he was as turned on as me, and that hopefully, we would both spend some time giving each other what the other wanted. What we both wanted.

"I want you to make me come... with your tongue," I finally said. I was never a shy person, and I said what I wanted, in the office, and in bed.

He grinned at me, looking up at me through his beautiful, dark lashes, and his hands came around from behind me, to the front of my thighs. He started stroking my bare skin with his thumbs, which felt so, so good, and I moaned softly just from that soft touch. It make me tingle everywhere.

Then, he opened me up, looking at me again, one last time, his eyes flashing that brilliant blue-green, and he disappeared between my legs.

Okay, we're there now. Sorry it took me 7 chapters to GET there, but I like a lot of setup.

And this is just the beginning, I promise. Oh, and don't forget about the plot. "There will be plot."

LOL (literally) to the review from EdwardsKitten who said "I'd like to 'fluff' Edward." ME TOO SISTER, ME TOO! :)

All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)