An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Going Up by Samantha Woods

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: February 2012 Entry.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, sexual tension palpable in the thick air. While she was noticeably nervous, he was calm. Controlled. Eyes fixed heavily on her.

The previous two hours were spent at the lobby bar, their little corner filled with a cocktail of mutual attraction, heavy flirtation and alcohol. When she mentioned that her room was a mere four floors above them, it became quite clear where the night was headed. Tossing back his drink, he slid off the barstool, swooping in behind her with a confident, masculine grace. Grabbing her jacket and her elbow, he leaned into her, his lips centimeters from her ear, his breath hot. "Let's go". Those two words reverberated through her body. They pulled at her nipples like teeth and sent a warm rush of fluid onto her panties. Now, only a short ride in an elevator stood in the way of what promised to be an intense night.

A loud ding pulled his eyes from her and he followed her into the small space. Once the doors closed behind her, she made a move to press the button, only to have him catch her hand, pulling it away. She looked at him questioningly and he simply shook his head. She watched him with curious eyes as he pressed the button, then waiting until the elevator began its ascent, hit STOP.

She cracked a smile as he turned to her, tossing her jacket on the floor. "Really? In the elevator? How cliche' is that?" She laughed. But he didn't answer. He simply leaned against the wall and began to unbutton his shirt. She watched as inch by inch of tantalizing, tanned skin was revealed.

Assured he was messing around she continued to protest. "We're totally going to get caught." He shrugged his shoulders from his shirt, pulling his arms free, the shirt joining her discarded jacket. Her eyes raked over his muscled chest. Gone was the teasing look in his eyes, replaced with heat. Hands moving to his belt, he manipulated it until he was able to reach the button of his pants. She spied the increasing bulge hidden under the confines of that material, making her mouth water. Her hands, shake.

"You know they've got to have security cameras in here." A quick raise of the eyebrows the only indication he heard her.

He pushed his pants down his hips, his erection finally freed. His deep voice rumbled through the small space. "You have such beautiful lips. I can think of much better ways to use them than to argue with me. Now, take off that dress."

She swallowed, taken back by his authoritative tone. She knew she should tell him to go to hell. Tell him that it's fucking arrogant to believe she's going to let him have his way with her in a public elevator when they barely know each other. She kept telling herself this while her hands betrayed her, reaching behind to lower the zipper, pulling it slowly down until the straps fell from her shoulders, the dress forming a green silky puddle on the floor. She watched his erection grow, pulsing with every beat of his heart and she felt her own pulsing underneath the scrap of black lace that remained. The only barrier between his eyes and her naked body.

With an almost expressionless face, he approached her. She licked her lips in anticipation. His large hands brushed the hair off her shoulders before his fingertips traced a path down her arms, a wave of goosebumps in their wake. He brought his lips to her skin, tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone. Nuzzling her neck, he brought a hand down her breast, giving it a firm squeeze before running his palm down to the flair of her hips. As his fingertips pushed their way underneath that black lace, she let out a soft moan and grabbed his hand with hers.

He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "I know. I know what you need." Dropping to his knees, he pulled the black lace down to her ankles, manipulating her legs, removing the soaked cloth and tossing it aside. His hands pushed at her thighs, leaving her no choice but to open herself to him. With a deep moan from the back of his throat, his eyes took in the sight of her swollen pink center, shining, dripping with her arousal. He inhaled deeply, appreciating her scent before thrusting his face into her wet mound. He wasted no time with teasing, his tongue immediately and skillfully finding her clit, already engorged and desperately needing release. Back and forth, he rubbed her, listening to her breath hitch and release as he quickly learned what pleased her most. When he found the motion that had her knees buckling, his hands grabbed at her thighs, supporting her against the wall. Higher and higher she flew, her hands grabbing at his hair. When her moans turned into cries and his tongue could feel her clench those sweet inner muscles, he pulled away.

"Noooo!" She cried out in frustration.

"Don't you worry."

He stood and pushed her hard against the wall, his mouth, still coated with her fluid attacking hers. His tongue pushed its way inside her, the taste of herself on him sending her to a new level of arousal. She grabbed his lip with her teeth, sucking and biting as she wrapped a leg around his hips. His hand slapped her ass with a painfully arousing sting before grabbing her thigh and pulling it tighter around him. He effortlessly lifted her from her feet and no quicker than she had her other leg around his hip did he thrust himself deep inside her. Her head fell back as she was momentarily frozen by that thick cock stretching her. He left her no time to adjust as he pulled out, almost all the way to the tip before slamming back into her. Each forceful surge of his body brought a surge of adrenaline though hers. She couldn't remember a time when she was taken so roughly yet was so turned on by it. Over and over again, he pistoned that cock into her flesh, primal male grunts accompanying every thrust, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. Within mere moments she was on the edge once again, her body tightly coiled. When she could feel him begin to swell inside her, he let out a string of foul words shooting his hot come into her, battering her insides, sending her own body flying. Her pussy clamped down on him, her voice shouting out his name with every violent contraction.

Once both of their bodies began to calm down, their sweat cooling in the cold, recycled air, he pulled away. She threw her dress back over her head while he quickly dressed. Scanning the floor for her panties, he held out his hand. "Looking for these?" he asked cheekily, the soaked black material in his palm. She made a move to grab them but he quickly stuffed them in his pocket.

He released the STOP with a sly grin, letting her know that the night was not yet over.