First time flying together (2)

After buying the movie tickets and popcorn, the movie was about to start. Inside the theater, in the dim light, I held the popcorn in one hand and her hand in the other. She initially struggled, but I held on even tighter. We sat down and the movie began. At first, we watched the movie quite seriously, but as it got more exciting, my hands started to wander. I ran her hand over my stubble, and she let out a suppressed moan. I became bolder, lifting the armrest and pulling her into my arms. I gently buried my head in her hair. I took a deep, satisfied breath. Her scent, a faint fragrance, seeped into every part of my body. Because the movie theater was rather stuffy, she took off her down jacket. In the dim light, her figure looked even more alluring under her tight sweater. I couldn't help but lift her hair and kiss her, oblivious to everyone around us. She gently pushed me away, but when that didn't work, she reciprocated. The whole movie was spent bickering with desire. Honestly, I have no recollection of what the movie was about.

After the movie, I asked her if we could go home a little later. She glanced up at me and asked what I wanted to do. I said, "What else could we do?" That's how adults are. Although we never had overly ambiguous conversations, we both knew what we wanted to do. She gave a soft "hmm," and seemed a little flustered. Was she afraid? Nervous? Anticipating?

I booked a room at a nearby hotel and texted her the room number. She entered the room, turned on the soft lighting, and the warm tones of the room accentuated her rosy cheeks; she looked incredibly beautiful. Perhaps because she already knew what was about to happen, she seemed relieved, without a trace of panic. I turned her shoulders, and our eyes met, filling the entire room with a deep, intimate connection. I kissed her, our tongues intertwining, passionately sucking each other's nectar. After a long while, she seemed to remember something and tried to pull away from my lips. I held her head tightly, preventing her from moving. We continued kissing, and finally, she bit my tongue. I released her in pain, and she nestled against me, saying, "How can you be so domineering and so bad?" Only a floor lamp was on in the room, casting a very, very soft light. She came out, her hair wet; perhaps in her panic, she had forgotten to dry it with a hairdryer. I picked up the hairdryer and helped her dry her hair. The scent wafting from the warm air was incredibly alluring. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see her firm breasts—not large, but not small either. The small nipples were visible through her clothes, alluring me…

Seeing her so alluring, I pounced on her, kissing her without warning. Slowly, slowly, I touched every sensitive spot on her body. Her face, ears, and neck grew increasingly red, and her body involuntarily writhed. I knew she couldn't take it anymore, but we wouldn't leave each other's tongues, endlessly tasting each other's saliva, not giving her a chance to regain her senses.

Finally, she couldn't help but pat my shoulder and say, "Could you turn off the light?"

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