Losing It - Sex Stories

Losing It

... heart racing, I feel him guide me into the room. I slowly walk in and a strange floral scent hits me. I hear the door closing and the click of a lock. Biting my lip, I shuffle until we are in the middle of the room. “Okay, here we go,” he murmurs, moving his hands to uncover my eyes. We are in a white room with cream carpet and a king-size bed is in front of me, adorned with red rose petals. There are candles lit everywhere, even though the bedside lamps are softly lit as well. An armchair sits next to the floor-to-ceiling window, which has grey drapes and a thin sheet of muslin covering it. The whole room looks so romantic, I feel my heart about to burst. “Wow. Did you do all this?” I ask in awe, nervously shuffling out of my shoes to feel the soft, plush carpet under my feet. “No, I pulled in a favour with one of the guys in the reception,” he says, taking off his jacket and laying it on the armchair. I watch him gracefully taking off his shoes and socks, before pulling out some condoms out of his jacket and placing them on the bedside table. “Was me saying yes a foregone conclusion?” I grin. “Well, if you’d have said no, I’d come back after I taken you home, get pretty drunk and stayed here overnight,” he jokes, pulling me towards him. “On your own?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “I've paid for a night's stay. Besides, I've never slept in a king-size bed before,” he smirks. “Neither have I,” I giggle, making him smile and rest his forehead on mine. We just stand there for a ...

... minute in each other’s arms, as our expressions become more heated, intense. I gently grasp his face in my hands and bring it closer to mine. Taking a deep breath, Mark captures my lips and wrapping his arms around my waist, he picks me up and we fall on the bed. Our mouths and tongues fervently caressing each other, our moans fill the room. I feel his warmth under his white cotton shirt. I wrap my leg around him and my dress falls open, baring my skin. Mark gently strokes my thigh, making me groan at his touch and run my fingers into his hair to deepen the kiss. Gasping, he responds by gripping my hip so I feel his erection against me. “Oh," I breathe, breaking the kiss to catch my breath. “Do you feel what you do to me, Beth?” he whispers in my ear, kissing and sucking my earlobe. Nodding, I turn my head to meet his lips, but he shuffles down and pulls me up and off the bed. As we stand in front of each other, I begin unbuttoning his shirt, dotting little kisses down his chest. In turn, he plants gentle kisses on my shoulders as he undoes my halter strap and as soon as it is loose, he unzips the back of my dress, causing the silky material to pool at my feet. Tilting my chin, he kisses me on my throat as he begins to pull out the pins in my hair, so it eventually unravels around my shoulders in a tumble of black curls. While he is doing this, I undo his pants and belt so they fall by his ankles, which he quickly kicks away. Stepping back slightly, he takes in the sight of ...