With that one simple touch of his lips to mine, I knew that things had changed. Maybe not on a big scale as far as the world was concerned, but something had definitely changed inside of me. I kept quiet, unable to voice any of my thoughts as he slowly led me into the hotel, up the elevator and to his luxury suite. My heart raced as he put the key in the door and slowly opened it. He slowly turned and gave me that sultry smile of his, his hand caressing my cheek as he leans forward and whispers softly, his breath fanning over my ear, causing goosebumps to pepper the soft skin of my arms and my heart to race with anticipation. "Ready, Baby Doll?". That one simple question held so many possible meanings, and yet to all of them, I only had one answer, yes. I softly nod and turn my head until our lips meet again, this time, I press back against him just a little bit, losing a little of my shyness as he backs into the room, his arms wrapping around me as he kicks the door shut then pushes me gently back against it, effectively pinning me between him and the solid wood door. Gasping in pleasure at the dominance he displays, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, teasing his lips with my tongue, moaning into his mouth as he lifts me, wrapping my arms around his jean clad hips and holding me close to him as he plunders my mouth. My hands seemed restless, no longer content with idly holding him to me, they begin roaming over his strong, muscular back, relishing in the feel of the muscles twitching beneath the thin fabric of his shirt as I begin to rock against him, my panties quickly becoming soaked as I feel the large bulge in his jeans rub sweetly against my clothed mound. "Scott, please." I beg softly as I break the kiss, running my hands through his dark hair and pulling his face up to meet my eyes. "Please, Scott. I need you."

With just those few simple words, I could see the change in him, almost as though something had snapped inside, letting loose the wild animal that had before been so carefully caged and kept at bay. His deep brown eyes seemed to glow with a predatory light as he pulls me from the door and carries me over to the bed, dropping me onto it and quickly following me to the plush, soft mattress, his hands all at once all over me, ripping my shirt from me in one swift pull, leaving my upper body bare to his gaze except for my pink lace bra and the two shredded halves of my tshirt lying lifeless on the bed beside us. I let out a soft squeak as his mouth quickly descends upon my neck and upper chest, peppering hot, open mouthed kisses and soft bites along the sensitive skin, sending white hot shocks of pleasure through me. I tangle my hands in his hair, quickly ridding him of his pony tail and fanning the dark locks out with my hands, savoring the feel of the silky strands running through my fingers. With a firm tug to his hair, I cause him to stop and pull back, looking at me with a quizzical, almost confused look. "You're wearing too many clothes." I whisper softly, trying to hold on to the brazen attitude I'd recently found with him.

His confused look quickly turns into a self satisfied smirk and the makes quick work of the buttons on his shirt, revealing that tanned, toned, marvelous chest to my hungry eyes. Before the shirt even hits the floor, I lean forward, knocking him to his back on the bed and crawl over him, hands smoothing over the firm expanse of his chest, the dark hair covering it, tickling my hands deliciously and I briefly wonder what it would feel like under my tongue. Without second thought, I lean down and place a soft tentative kiss the right side of his chest, followed by a few teasing licks. I raise my eyes up to meet his as I continue, trying to gauge his reaction. The soft part of his lips and the intense interest in his dark eyes gave away just how turned on he was. Feeling encourage by his reaction, I continue my journey, moving onto one flat, soft nipple, taking it into my mouth and sucking at it, running my tongue over it then nipping it softly, only to sooth it again with a series of soft licks. A deep, feral grown pours from his throat as he jolts upwards, his hips lifting off of the bed and he pulls me up his chest until I'm straddling his hips and our lips meet in a frenzied kiss, his hand immediately seeking out and finding the zipper of my jeans. "Fuck, Kate, you have no clue what you do to me do you?" He asks huskily as I find myself quickly turned over and on my back again, his strong body above me as he hastily pulls my jeans down my legs and tosses them to the floor, only to be followed by my pink lace panties. His gaze ran over my body, leaving a trail of heat in it's wake, almost like a touch as he firmly gripped my thighs and eases them apart. "Fucking beautiful, doll." He breaths out as he slowly leans down, running that devilish tongue over my enter thighs, teasing me with touches and kisses, just out of reach where I really want him. I reach down and thread my hands in his hair again, trying to pull him just a little closer to my aching heat, needing something, anything to ease the searing fire inside of me. With one last deep chuckle, he dives in, his tongue devouring me, swirling through my soft folds, flicking at my clit, and sucking softly as he slowly slides one long, thick finger into my tight entrance, causing me to moan and buck against him, the feeling of his finger and tongue moving together driving me mad with lust. I feel my body begin to quiver under him, my walls fluttering around his finger, the sensations too much to bear, yet not quite enough as he smirks against my skin and slows his pace, keeping just on the brink of release. My frustration begins to rise and I almost want to cry as he stops and gazes up at me from between my thighs, the sight alone almost enough to make me come right then and there.

"Tell me what you want, Doll." His voice drips with desire as he continues to watch me, his tongue darting out to tease me every few seconds.

"I..I..Please, Scott." I stammer, unable to voice exactly what it is I want as my cheeks heat with embarrassment and I shamelessly arch toward him, trying to get more of his touch.

He shakes his head disapprovingly and smacks the side of my thigh with his large hand. "That's not what I want to hear, Doll. Now, tell me, what do you want?" He growls and thrusts a second finger deep inside me to accentuate his point. Too out of my mind with need to care about being embarrassed, I tighten my grip in his hair and cry out his name. "Scott! I need to come! Please, Fuck me!" I scream in frustration and arch my back as my words hit him and he quickly descends on me again, driving his fingers in and out of my pussy with a determined glint in his eyes, his mouth sucking and nipping at my clit. My release hits me like a ton of bricks, causing my eyes to slam shut and my body to spasm almost violently in his arms as his tongue and fingers ride me through my climax, wrenching wall shaking cries from my throat until finally, completely spent, I collapse back against the bed in exhaustion, my long dark hair plastered to my forehead as I lay there gasping for air.

The bed dips as he slowly moves up the bed and lays down next to me, his hands trailing softly up and down my stomach as he smiles down at me, propping himself up on one elbow. "You alright, doll?" He grins and kisses me softly as I fight to keep my eyes open, the beers I'd had earlier and now the earth shattering climax both working together to lull me into an exhausted sleep, but I fight, wanting more of him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he'd made me feel. He smiles and kisses me again then pulls the blanket over us, shifting uncomfortably as his throbbing erection presses painfully into the zipper of his jeans. He unzips them and pulls them off, tossing them to the floor and sighing in relief once he's left in only his boxer briefs. "I wore you out, didn't I, baby?" He asks softly and turns me toward him, wrapping his arms around me. "Sleep, sugar. You're no use to me if you pass out." He winks and places a soft kiss to my lips to stifle any protest. The warmth and security of his arms around me envelopes me and I snuggle against him, resting my cheek against the smattering of dark hair on his chest and within moments, I fall into a peaceful, exhausted sleep, smiling against his warm skin.