She dreams of his lips pressed against hers in a soulful embrace and making her throw caution to the wind.  She thinks about how it would feel to have his body fully against hers, arms wrapped around her and mind all hers.  She desperately wanted his tongue on her skin, tasting, broiling her need for him.  Gnarls Barkley was in the air with his song Crazy, and that's the way she was feeling.  Dizzy intoxicated with his smell, and the aroma of vanilla in the air.  One of his hands roamed ever so slowly up her back as another slipped down to her ass, pulling her closer into him.  She couldn't mistake his desire for her and she moaned ever so slightly.  His mouth slipped from hers and her head spin with the need to have him closer, inside her.  His mouth found her and that's the only encouragement she needed to strip his shirt off.  They were both warm, as if the air conditioner had left them with some privacy.  She leans back and pulls him to her, both leaning on the freshly made hotel bed.  She promised herself she wouldn't do this on the first visit, but the chemistry between them crackled and she simply couldn't get enough of his skin against hers.  Her breasts broke free of her bra and his mouth grasped her hard nipple while his tongue massaged her to a frothy wetness.  Arching her back to meet his need her hair pooled on the pillow and her hands fumbled to remove his pants.  She desperately wanted to use her mouth to please him and she reluctantly pulled him away from her breasts, only to repeat the process on him.  Searing mouth pressed to his flesh, making him squirm.  Finally with access to his hard need she massaged him appreciatively as her mouth trailed to his nipples, one by one taking each and nibbling gently, sucking, licking, blowing hot air that cooled his skin and made him swell and explode into her soft palm.  Not yet willing to believe she'd pleased him to her potential, her hands trail up his back and into his hair, making him jump in her hand with his shivering desire.  He could feel her nipples brush against his as they wallowed in each other's comfortable arms.  Neither one thinking about insecurities or shyness.  Breath escaping in ragged gasps of lust.  Moans sprinkled throughout the room.  She had to have him inside her, she needed to feel totally connected to him.  Gently pulling his hair she arches her hips and they connect, exploding in and around each other in a shower of off-key yelps.  After a few minutes they roll only slightly away from each other, moist bodies breathing heavily, connected only by fingertips, minds at a dull roar.