It started the moment she opened the hotel room door. Her smile, the way she moved — I knew the night was ours. We kissed slowly at first, deep and hungry, like we hadn’t touched in days.
She slid down, playful, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. It wasn’t just lust — it was that unspoken thrill between two people who know exactly what the other needs.
Later, she climbed on top of me, taking her time, grinding her hips in slow circles. I watched her, felt every curve move against me. Then we changed it up — her turned around, teasing me even more from that angle I can never resist.
The rest of the night blurred into heat and closeness — deep kisses, tangled limbs, whispered moans. And when it was over, she lay there smiling, glowing.
