The double room I had booked overlooked the river, though I doubted we’d spare the view much attention tonight.
As we stepped inside, the subtle details welcomed us, a soft glow from the bedside lamps, the room radiated intimacy, a quiet stage perfectly set for the night ahead.
I turned to her, slipping one arm gently around her waist, drawing her close as my other hand found the small of her back.
She fit perfectly against me, her body yielding as though we’d been choreographed to meet this way. Her breathing deepened, her chest rising and falling against mine as I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
“Regrets in the morning?” I whispered, the words a soft murmur meant only for her.
“None,” she replied, her voice steady but thick with emotion, a mixture of longing and certainty.
Her hand settled firmly on my hip, drawing me closer still, while the other slid up around the back of my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair.
We stood there, swaying together her body pressing against mine in a rhythm that needed no words.
The heat between us was palpable, I slipped her jacket from her shoulders, letting it fall unheeded to the floor, followed swiftly by my own.
Our lips met in a kiss that was intense and consuming, every beat between us seamless and electric.
My hands slid down to her thighs, lifting the hem of her dress to reveal her smooth, rounded bottom. The sight of her silky-soft knickers paired with stockings, always my undoing, made my pulse quicken.
She gasped softly as my fingers traced the curve of her skin, her body trembling slightly against mine, the anticipation thickening with each moment.
I slipped my fingers beneath the delicate lace, finding her wet, inviting pussy, gently inserting a finger to explore the depths of her body.
She stiffened slightly, her head bowing as a shiver of pleasure coursed through her. Her breathing hitched, her body pressing back against me, seeking more.
Suddenly, she turned, her breath shaky, and I caught the glisten of a single tear trailing down her cheek. Without a word, I reached up, brushing it away with my thumb before leaning in to press a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips.
“I want to see my present,” she whispered her voice low, urgent, and full of need.
Her fingers worked deftly, pulling my belt free and unfastening my trousers. My cock, hard and straining against the fabric of my pants, sprang free as she tugged them down with purpose.
Without hesitation, she took me into her mouth, her lips enveloping me with a fervor that made me groan.
Her tongue worked against me in practiced, deliberate strokes, her movements hungry and unrelenting.
One hand cupped my tight balls, rolling them gently, while the other disappeared between her legs, her fingers moving with desperate intensity as she pleasured herself.
My hands settled on her head, fingers tangling gently in her hair as I began to guide her, thrusting slowly into her mouth.
Her fingers moved faster, her need for release obvious, her body straining toward an orgasm she had long been starved of.
Unable to hold back any longer, I guided her toward the bed, laying her down gently. There was no need for further foreplay, her body was ready, her slick heat calling for mine with an urgency I couldn’t ignore.
