<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">A contented hum came from her as the ardent kiss persisted, relieved that they were finally able to resume acting on their desires. She was aware that at any moment the elevator could come to a stop, that those golden doors could part to reveal the pair of them in the throes of passion. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Ava was much too consumed with need to even think about pulling away from him, not when his hands were roaming her alluring form, exploring every soft curve and delectable asset she was composed of. She was far gone, each and every little thing he did, and had done, chipping away at her restraint. The kisses he planted against her neck as they waited in the lobby, the way his strong, capable arms held her close; she would be fighting a losing battle if she tried to resist. She was more than willing to allow him to lift her, let his greedy hands scrunch the short skirt of her dress so that he could position himself between her thighs. She needed no prompting to know exactly what to do with those smooth legs of hers. Ava locked them around him, ensuring that he was as close as possible while she enjoyed the taste of his lips. As his kisses traveled to her neck, she tilted her head, allowing him greater access to her warm flesh. Those dark locks of her spilled to the side, creating a lovely cascade of glossy waves.<br/>
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Her eyes closed, she felt her arousal climb to new heights as his hand trailed between her legs, lips still driving her mad with desire. For a moment she thought he would seek out her core, the warm aching place between her thighs that pulsed with need, but his hand detoured. Gliding along her stomach and up to the lush, plump mound of her breast. Ava let out a shaky breath, air shuddering out of her as hungry nips temporarily marked her fair skin. The elevator ‘dinged’, bringing her out of her the lustful daze that made her light in her bright eyes dim. It was yet another interruption, and as the doors finally opened she was amazed that they were able to pry themselves away from one another. She released him from the hold of her legs, placing her feet back on the ground with a smile as they both hastily began to straighten themselves out. “Such a gentleman.” Ava remarked as he tugged her skirt down, smoothing the wrinkles out though he was the cause of those little creases in her attire. Exiting the elevator, her footsteps were hurried as they moved down the quiet hall. They entered the door at the very end, and she stepped inside to see their luxurious accommodations for the evening. By leaps and bounds, it was far better than their last sketchy stay.<br/>
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Ava was about to explore when she heard the pronounced sound of the lock sliding into place. She was just turning toward him when his hand reached for her own, pulling her in for yet another tender kiss as he gently cradled her face. When those hands of his moved behind her, she wrapped her arms around him, her footsteps carefully leading them backward. She felt the material of her dress loosen around her, the zipper down at the small of her back. Ava reached up, sliding the thin straps from her shoulders and pulling her arms free of them. Pausing, she let the garment fall. It pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a sheer, ivory undershirt, dainty black panties, and over the knee boots. The transparent top left little to the imagination, her large, round breasts visible through the paper thin material. Even her panties were but a flimsy barrier, the delicate strings around her hips so fragile and insignificant that a wrong move could have ruined them. They covered just as little, exposing the fullness of plush cheeks. <br/>
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Standing still, Ava balanced on one foot, grabbing the back of one heel to pull her shoe off. When she did the same with the other she was back to balancing on her toes, inches shorter without the tall pitch of her heels. She resumed the slow backward movement toward the bed, still continuing to indulge in the fiery kisses that had her head spinning. Her body was in complete control, driven by the immense arousal that demanded more and more with each passing second. The back of her legs touched to the edge of the bed finally, and she paused to let her hands move to his blazer. She tugged the material over his shoulders to slide it down his arms. Her fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt, the anticipation of having him making her hands shaky. “I think you wore too many clothes tonight.” She purred against his lips. </span>