HOME | DD

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We're still in the car, the fan trying to cool our rising temperatures. The conversation has died because we're both just eagerly awaiting our arrival home. I know it. You know it.

You indicate left and turn. This isn't the way home. What are you doing, love? I ask, a little apprehensive as I was hoping to get home as fast as humanly possible. You just smirk and ask, Don't you trust me? And continue to drive.

My palms get a little sweaty; of course I trust you but I'm wondering what you have planned, as it could very well interfere with my own arrangements. I'm feeling a little anxious and unsure why. You pick this up as I've started cracking my knuckles; you hate it when I do that. You have nothing to worry about, sweets, you say as you put a reassuring hand on my thigh and look at me briefly in the eye, smiling. My anxiety eases a little, but my skin is now craving more of your touch.

Just as I start to relax under your touch, you pull your hand away and tell me we're here. Before I have ask where exactly that is, I see the sign: The Rainbow Motel. I look at you as you curve the car into a carpark with a wicked grin on your face. My disappointment at my plans being interrupted is quickly overcome with excitement as we get out of the car and head towards the motel entrance. Your hand is pressed against my arse cheek, gently holding me next to you, against your body. I melt.

I'm a little confused as to why you don't go to the counter to check in, but realise soon enough that you must've done that earlier as you're showing me the way to our room. I can't wipe the smile off of my face as I imagine you here, earlier in the day, making all of the arrangements for the night ahead.

As soon as the lift doors close behind us and you've pressed our room's floor level, you pounce on me; pinning me up against the cold, mirrored wall and kiss me. You don't kiss my lips though, you plunge straight into my neck while holding my hands up against the wall also. Your lips are warm against my skin as you lick, suck, nibble, and kiss your way down to my cleavage exposing the top of my corset once again. You moan at the sight of it but you're interrupted by the BING of the lift door reaching it's destination, and the doors opening.

You grab me by the hand and begin to drag me down the hallway. I stumble at first but soon catch myself and run behind you. We must sound like giggling fools as we make our way to the room, but we don't care. My heart is pounding in my chest and I'm panting with excitement, lust, and eagerness. My lungs feel tight as they struggle for air against my corset. I feel beads of sweat across my forehead and upper lip as I watch the frenzy, that is you, in front of me. I can tell you're proud of yourself for springing this on me, so much so that it's created a madness in you that's bubbling at the surface.

Here we are! Room 716. You're so keen to get inside that you stumble with the key. I laugh at you as I know that I'd be the same, that's why I don't offer to help. Finally, the door bursts open and the room swallows us up as the door shuts behind us.

I was half expecting to see rose petals leading to the bed, but there isn't. No candles either. You watch me as I look around inspecting the room. You're like a puppy waiting for praise; it's cute. The bedroom isn't visible from where we're standing so you lead me to it; your palms a little sweaty and with a different look in your eyes. One that I have not seen before. I'm intrigued and nervous at the same time.

Description
We're still in the car, the fan trying to cool our rising temperatures. The conversation has died because we're both just eagerly awaiting our arrival home. I know it. You know it.

You indicate left and turn. This isn't the way home. What are you doing, love? I ask, a little apprehensive as I was hoping to get home as fast as humanly possible. You just smirk and ask, Don't you trust me? And continue to drive.

My palms get a little sweaty; of course I trust you but I'm wondering what you have planned, as it could very well interfere with my own arrangements. I'm feeling a little anxious and unsure why. You pick this up as I've started cracking my knuckles; you hate it when I do that. You have nothing to worry about, sweets, you say as you put a reassuring hand on my thigh and look at me briefly in the eye, smiling. My anxiety eases a little, but my skin is now craving more of your touch.

Just as I start to relax under your touch, you pull your hand away and tell me we're here. Before I have ask where exactly that is, I see the sign: The Rainbow Motel. I look at you as you curve the car into a carpark with a wicked grin on your face. My disappointment at my plans being interrupted is quickly overcome with excitement as we get out of the car and head towards the motel entrance. Your hand is pressed against my arse cheek, gently holding me next to you, against your body. I melt.

I'm a little confused as to why you don't go to the counter to check in, but realise soon enough that you must've done that earlier as you're showing me the way to our room. I can't wipe the smile off of my face as I imagine you here, earlier in the day, making all of the arrangements for the night ahead.

As soon as the lift doors close behind us and you've pressed our room's floor level, you pounce on me; pinning me up against the cold, mirrored wall and kiss me. You don't kiss my lips though, you plunge straight into my neck while holding my hands up against the wall also. Your lips are warm against my skin as you lick, suck, nibble, and kiss your way down to my cleavage exposing the top of my corset once again. You moan at the sight of it but you're interrupted by the BING of the lift door reaching it's destination, and the doors opening.

You grab me by the hand and begin to drag me down the hallway. I stumble at first but soon catch myself and run behind you. We must sound like giggling fools as we make our way to the room, but we don't care. My heart is pounding in my chest and I'm panting with excitement, lust, and eagerness. My lungs feel tight as they struggle for air against my corset. I feel beads of sweat across my forehead and upper lip as I watch the frenzy, that is you, in front of me. I can tell you're proud of yourself for springing this on me, so much so that it's created a madness in you that's bubbling at the surface.

Here we are! Room 716. You're so keen to get inside that you stumble with the key. I laugh at you as I know that I'd be the same, that's why I don't offer to help. Finally, the door bursts open and the room swallows us up as the door shuts behind us.

I was half expecting to see rose petals leading to the bed, but there isn't. No candles either. You watch me as I look around inspecting the room. You're like a puppy waiting for praise; it's cute. The bedroom isn't visible from where we're standing so you lead me to it; your palms a little sweaty and with a different look in your eyes. One that I have not seen before. I'm intrigued and nervous at the same time.