The Meet-Up

Think... long-distance lovers... and here's what I came up with.
FKA Twigs - Two Weeks as the backdrop.

Got out of a coal-black Jaguar in nude Louboutins and an Herve Leger number, hair a mass of shiny, dark waves down her back, walked in catlike grace through the gold‑framed sliding doors into the hotel lobby, each step echoed unexpressed anticipation against the marble floor, oblivious to admiring stares, went straight to its exquisitely furnished and sophisticatedly lit bar, paused at the entrance, gut clenched sensing that familiar, distinct maleness that permeates the air with his known presence.  Scanned the crowd and spotted him in a stance that exuded confidence and male elegance.  As if on cue, breath hitched as eyes connected revealing an unmistakable spark of desire between his dark, burning stare and her hazel embers, pulled together by an invisible yet palpable force, gaze held in unwavering intensity.  Words failed.  Time and space froze as two restless souls collided in an inexorable, passionate first kiss.  Arms around his neck, trembling fingers through his hair.  Strong, stable hands grabbed her by the waist.  Images of that kiss in random angles flashed in glimpses of pent-up ardor.  He pulled away with obvious regret and longing etched on his face as he caressed her cheeks, thumb stroking her now red, swollen bottom lip, pulled her into a fiery embrace, shaking with undeniable attraction and carnal need, clasped his hand with hers, an invitation with the intent of devouring her, marking her, owning her.

Held behind him, they entered his spacious, dimly lit room, aesthetically designed in masculine proclivity of black metal and dark wood furniture, deep brown leather sofas, an enormous bed in the center covered in luxurious white sheets, an entire wall of glass with opaque white curtains that opens up into a balcony capturing a panoramic view of the metro below in a blanket of twinkling lights.  Perfection.  Stunned yet fully aware of his presence, standing behind her, appreciating his view.  He stepped closer and grabbed her arms in aching eagerness while he nuzzled her exposed neck which sent shivers down her spine.  Inhaled her.  Intoxicating.  Her scent an aphrodisiac on its own.  She reached up and held his head, loved how that felt, almost caused her knees to buckle under her.  His breath warm and lips supple against her skin.  She stood still as he began to unzip her dress all the way down to the dimples of her low back displaying a seductive arch.  Turned her around to face him, met his dark, feral gaze. Caught him staring at her luscious lips. A sweet distraction. Control faltered. Fought the urge. Peeled her dress off in leisure precision with his fingers, only to be replaced by his lips on bared skin from the shoulders down her cleavage, along the slight concavity of her belly, the crest of each hip, pushed it further until it fell in a heap onto the floor.  Skin tingled all over.  Breathless while he knelt in front of her.  Still in black lacy lingerie and heels.  A stunning vision.  Aroused, he leaned and breathed her in through her panties.  A potent drug.  Addictive.  Took all his strength to move away, jaw clenched.

She caught his hand, kissed the back of it, and sucked on his thumb while his fingers teased her hollowed cheek, a sensation that radiated to his already engorged erection.  Freed his thumb and pushed him against the glass wall with a slight thud.  Dropped to her knees and freed his turgid cock only to take it in her mouth, an oasis of infinite, rhythmic pleasure, burrowed deep in her throat in unrestrained madness.  Syncopated thrusts gave way to a full‑blown, spasmodic orgasm in torrents of liquefied lust.  Her mouth ‒ his undoing.

Sanity regained.  Looked down and saw what seemed like a fallen angel with glazed lips and half-hooded eyes, a paradox.  Grabbed by the shoulders, stripped off of her intimates, and carried to bed, she watched as he turned from mere mortal to sex god before her eyes, stark naked. Fuck. Stirred her core to wetness.  Crawled on top of her and began his sweet torture, tangled in the dark.  Desire flickered in the shadows as he teased the very moist part of her with his adept tongue.  Thighs wide open in salacious abandon as she succumbed to the waves of orgasmic rapture.  His mouth ‒ her bliss.