In the lift, the heat is rising. Guillaume faces me and holds me by the waist. He gently strokes my face, then slowly slips his thumb into my mouth.
_ Ever since the evening began, I’ve wanted to f**k your mouth...
His thumb searches for my tongue and I suck it; I find it arousing and blush.
The lift doors open, bringing our intimate moment to an end. We enter my bedroom. No sooner has the door closed than Guillaume pulls me into his arms and kisses me as if his life depended on it. He breaks his passionate embrace, looks at me long enough to catch his breath, and plants light kisses on me as he slides my dress down.
He moves downwards as the dress falls, continuing to plant light kisses on my skin. Once the dress is at my feet, he moves back up, biting every spot he’d just kissed. My
