The hotel suite door clicks shut. Friday night, city lights flickering outside. Heart hammers in my chest. We’ve waited weeks for this. His eyes lock on mine—deep blue, piercing. Pseudo names discarded. Real skin now. Pulse races. Air thickens with unspoken hunger.
He steps close. Fingers brush my arm. Electricity jolts. Skin prickles, heats. I smell his cologne, mixed with office stress shed like a skin. Lips part. Breath quickens. ‘I’ve wanted this,’ he whispers. Hand slides to my waist. Pulls me in. Bodies collide. Heat builds. My nipples harden against silk blouse. His erection presses hard through pants. Throb matches my clit pulsing.
The Fever
We stumble to the bed. No words needed. Mouths crash. Tongues invade, wet and desperate. Hands roam. He yanks my blouse open. Buttons scatter. Bra exposed. Fingers pinch nipples. Sharp pleasure stabs. I gasp. Moan escapes. Legs weaken. He growls low. Pushes me down. Skirt hikes up. Thighs part instinctively. Panties soaked. His fingers trace lace. Tease. Press. I buck. Heart slams ribs. Sweat beads on neck.
Fingers slip inside. Wet heat welcomes. Curl. Stroke that spot. Vision blurs. Breath ragged. ‘Fuck, you’re dripping,’ he mutters. Voice rough. I claw his shirt. Rip it off. Chest bare, muscled. Lips on his neck. Bite. He hisses. Hand fists my hair. Pulls back. Eyes wild. ‘Mine tonight.’ Urgency surges. Clothes shed frantic. Naked now. Skin on skin. Burning. His cock heavy, veined. Pre-cum glistens. I stroke. He throbs. Growls.
He pins me. Knees spread wide. Cock nudges entrance. Heart explodes. One thrust. Fills me. Stretches. Burns sweet. I cry out. Nails rake back. Rhythm builds. Savage. Hips slam. Balls slap ass. Sweat slicks us. Breaths pant. Grunts mix moans. Deeper. Harder. Possessing.
The Blaze
He flips me. Face down. Ass up. Re-enters brutal. Grips hips. Pounds. Bed shakes. My tits bounce. Clit grinds sheets. Orgasm coils. Tightens. ‘Come for me,’ he demands. Fingers find clit. Rub fierce. I shatter. Walls clench. Scream muffled in pillow. Waves crash. He follows. Thrusts erratic. Roars. Hot cum floods. Pulses deep.
Collapses beside. Bodies slick, heaving. Skin still fever-hot. His arm drapes heavy. Fingers trace spine lazy. Heart slows. But echoes thunder. Lips brush shoulder. Soft now. ‘Incredible.’ I turn. Eyes meet. Something deeper stirs. Not just fuck. Soul touch. But he has her. Wife? Girlfriend? Shadows lurk.
Morning light filters. We fuck again. Slower. Tender. Then wild. Weekend blurs. Chats relived in flesh. Laughter. Whispers. Love words slip in heat. ‘I love you,’ I breathe post-climax. His eyes flicker. Freeze? Weekend ends. He pulls back. Messages slow. ‘Overdose of love. Lost. Work.’ Heart cracks. Silence stretches months. Skin remembers burn. Ache lingers. He returns. Can’t forget. Love devours. Dangerous. Total. Mine.