The door clicked shut behind us, the soft sound of the rain whispering against the windows as we stepped into the quiet of the room. She turned to face me, her expression soft, but there was something hungry in her eyes-like she had waited long enough.
I didn't ask. I didn't speak. I just kissed her.
It started soft-mouths brushing, testing, teasing-but it didn't stay that way. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me deeper, closer. She kissed me like she needed it, like she'd been aching since the moment I walked through the door.
Clothes came off between kisses and laughter, the kind that melts into moans when fingers graze bare skin. Her dress slid down her arms and pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but lace. I stepped back for a second-just a second-to look at her.
“God, you're beautiful.”
She blushed, but her eyes locked on mine, unflinching. “Show me.”
I lifted her up and laid her on the bed slowly, like she was made of something rare, something sacred. I wanted to savor every moment-every gasp, every shift of her hips, every arch of her back.
I kissed down her neck, across her collarbone, then lower, taking my time with her breasts-tongue flicking, lips circling until her breathing turned into soft, helpless sounds. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her thighs shifting beneath me, restless.
When I slid lower between her legs, she opened for me without hesitation, like she already knew what I needed.
And I took my time.
My tongue met her slowly, tasting her, teasing her, then diving deeper. She gasped-head falling back, hands gripping the sheets. I licked her in long, slow strokes, listening to the way her body spoke to me. Her thighs trembled. Her moans got louder, more desperate, her hips rocking gently, trying to match my rhythm.
When I flicked my tongue just right, her entire body jerked-and I knew I’d found her spot. I circled it again, and again, alternating pressure until her thighs clamped around my head and she cried out, hips shaking as her orgasm rushed through her.
She barely had time to recover before I moved up, kissed her mouth again so she could taste herself on my lips.
“Need you,” she whispered, pulling me closer. “Now.”
I entered her in one slow thrust, and we both froze-just feeling it.
She was warm, tight, wrapped around me perfectly. We stayed still, our foreheads pressed together, hearts thudding in sync, breath mingling in the space between us.
Then I started to move.
Slow. Deep. Intentional. Her nails dragged down my back. She moaned my name over and over, like a prayer, like a need she couldn't quiet. Every stroke pushed her higher, every kiss pulled her closer. She clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.
And I wanted her to come undone.
So I whispered in her ear, I kissed the base of her throat, I moved faster, then slower again, until her moans turned into whimpers and she was begging me not to stop.
She came again-harder this time-pulling me with her, until I lost myself inside her.
We collapsed together, breathing hard, hearts pounding. The city lights painted her skin in soft gold as she curled into me, her leg draped over mine, fingers tracing circles on my chest.
We didn't speak. We didn't need to.
Because in that moment, in that room, in that bed… nothing else existed.
Just us.
And we still weren't done.
I didn't ask. I didn't speak. I just kissed her.
It started soft-mouths brushing, testing, teasing-but it didn't stay that way. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me deeper, closer. She kissed me like she needed it, like she'd been aching since the moment I walked through the door.
Clothes came off between kisses and laughter, the kind that melts into moans when fingers graze bare skin. Her dress slid down her arms and pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but lace. I stepped back for a second-just a second-to look at her.
“God, you're beautiful.”
She blushed, but her eyes locked on mine, unflinching. “Show me.”
I lifted her up and laid her on the bed slowly, like she was made of something rare, something sacred. I wanted to savor every moment-every gasp, every shift of her hips, every arch of her back.
I kissed down her neck, across her collarbone, then lower, taking my time with her breasts-tongue flicking, lips circling until her breathing turned into soft, helpless sounds. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her thighs shifting beneath me, restless.
When I slid lower between her legs, she opened for me without hesitation, like she already knew what I needed.
And I took my time.
My tongue met her slowly, tasting her, teasing her, then diving deeper. She gasped-head falling back, hands gripping the sheets. I licked her in long, slow strokes, listening to the way her body spoke to me. Her thighs trembled. Her moans got louder, more desperate, her hips rocking gently, trying to match my rhythm.
When I flicked my tongue just right, her entire body jerked-and I knew I’d found her spot. I circled it again, and again, alternating pressure until her thighs clamped around my head and she cried out, hips shaking as her orgasm rushed through her.
She barely had time to recover before I moved up, kissed her mouth again so she could taste herself on my lips.
“Need you,” she whispered, pulling me closer. “Now.”
I entered her in one slow thrust, and we both froze-just feeling it.
She was warm, tight, wrapped around me perfectly. We stayed still, our foreheads pressed together, hearts thudding in sync, breath mingling in the space between us.
Then I started to move.
Slow. Deep. Intentional. Her nails dragged down my back. She moaned my name over and over, like a prayer, like a need she couldn't quiet. Every stroke pushed her higher, every kiss pulled her closer. She clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.
And I wanted her to come undone.
So I whispered in her ear, I kissed the base of her throat, I moved faster, then slower again, until her moans turned into whimpers and she was begging me not to stop.
She came again-harder this time-pulling me with her, until I lost myself inside her.
We collapsed together, breathing hard, hearts pounding. The city lights painted her skin in soft gold as she curled into me, her leg draped over mine, fingers tracing circles on my chest.
We didn't speak. We didn't need to.
Because in that moment, in that room, in that bed… nothing else existed.
Just us.
And we still weren't done.