In the confined space of the airplane, John sat beside his wife, Emily. She was dressed in a short, fitted skirt that rode up her thighs, and a blouse that hugged her curves. Her legs were crossed, the hem of her skirt inching higher, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy panties. The scent of her perfume, a sultry mix of musk and rose, filled the air around them.
John’s hand rested on her thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of her skirt. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear.
“You look absolutely stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Emily shivered, her eyes fluttering closed. John’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the lace of her panties. He could feel her heat, her wetness seeping through the fabric. He slipped his hand inside her panties, his fingers finding her slick and ready. He began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles, his touch light and teasing.
Emily bit her lip to suppress a moan, her body arching slightly into his touch. John’s fingers continued their ministrations, slipping inside her, then back to her clit, driving her wild with desire. He took his time, his fingers moving in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit, building her pleasure. The slight turbulence as they descended only amplified his movements, and the noise of the plane covered the gasps of pleasure that she couldn’t quite suppress.
The plane touched down in Colorado just a minute too early for Emily. She had been so, so close… but now she was forced to wait.
The air crisp and cool as they exited the airport, giving a second reason for Emily’s nipples to be practically tearing through her blouse. They picked up their rental car, a sleek sedan, and hit the road to their hotel.
As soon as they were on the highway, John’s hand found its way back to Emily’s thigh where she sat in the passenger seat. He slipped his hand under her skirt, his fingers finding her still wet and eager. After having been made to wait, she groaned with relief as she felt his touch.
He rubbed her clit, his fingers moving faster, his touch more insistent. Emily moaned softly, her body writhing in the seat. He slipped two fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing.
He increased his pace, his fingers moving deeper, faster. Emily cried out, her body convulsing around him, her long-awaited orgasm crashing over her. He could feel her juices coating his fingers, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.
Both of their bodies were flushed with desire as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. They checked in as quickly as they could without being rude, but not particularly caring if the receptionist guessed the reason for their haste. Given how they kept looking at each other with hungry eyes, it wouldn’t be a hard guess to make.
As soon as the elevator door closed them off from any curious eyes, John was on her, his lips crushing hers, his hands roaming her body. Arriving at their floor a few seconds later, they hurriedly found their room and resumed devouring each other before the door had even fully clicked shut behind them.
John immediately began undressing Emily, starting with her blouse, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it. He pushed it off her shoulders, revealing her lace bra. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body.
Emily’s breasts were full and round, her hard and erect nipples poking through the lingerie. John cupped them, his thumbs circling her nipples through the bra, eliciting a soft moan from her. He unhooked her bra, his hands sliding it off her shoulders, revealing her glorious breasts. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the curve of her breast, before taking her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked, his hand massaging her other breast.
He slid her skirt down, his hands caressing her hips, her thighs. He knelt before her, his fingers hooking into her panties and pulling them down. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the inside of her thigh, and she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair.
He moved higher, his tongue finding her center. He licked and sucked, his tongue exploring every inch of her. He slipped two fingers inside her, his thumb pressing into her clit for a moment before letting his tongue lap at her sensitive nub. He took his time, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. He could taste her arousal, her juices coating his tongue, his fingers.
Emily’s body began to tremble, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. John could feel her getting closer, her body tensing. He increased his pace, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers moving deeper. He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her. She cried out, convulsing around his fingers as her orgasm ripping through her.
He stood, his eyes dark with desire. He turned her around, his hands on her hips, and she bent over, her hands braced on the bed. He stripped in a flash, and then with his hard and ready cock, entered her from behind, his fingers finding her clit. He moved slowly at first, but as he felt her body responding, her muscles clenching around him, he increased his pace, his body slamming into hers harder, faster.
The room filled with the sound of their lovemaking, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their bodies slick with sweat. The scent of their arousal filled the air, a heady mix of sex and desire.
John reached around and rubbed her clit in fast, tight circles as his body pounded into hers. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing. He increased his pace, his fingers moving faster, his thrusts pounding her harder. Emily cried out, clenching around his shaft as yet another orgasm crashed over her. Her body shook with the intensity of her release, her juices coating his fingers and his cock.
He could feel her muscles milking him as her body writhed against his. This made him follow soon after her, his own body convulsing, his seed spilling into her.
“Emily!” he roared, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. John pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a soft, gentle kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice soft and tender.
Emily smiled, her eyes fluttering closed. “I love you too,” she murmured, her body relaxing into his.
They lay there for a while, skin to skin, their breaths slowing. The room was filled with the scent of their lovemaking, the taste of each other still on their lips. They had a few hours before the conference started, and they planned to make the most of it.
Emily’s body was still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her skin flushed and glowing. John smiled, his hand resting on her hip, his body already stirring with desire once more. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he knew she felt the same way.
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