I open the door for you. Our eyes meet. I tilt my head, trying to figure out what side of the coin I’m leaning towards today. Some days, one look from you will make my knees disappear, my mind a whimpering mess, desperate to please, to be yours in every which way possible. Other days, I find myself wanting to stalk you, rile you up, make you quiver and fall to your knees, to see the surrender in your eyes as you look up to me. Today, to my own surprise, I lean neither way in particular. All I feel is the same steadfast confidence I’ve been feeling for the past two days. I can work with that, I think to myself, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, alighting sparks in my eyes.

Stepping aside, I let you in. You look over the hotel room, no doubt imagining me in various positions across various surfaces. I close the door and watch you take a couple more steps towards the bed before you turn around to face me. Horny, I decide, based on your eyes and set shoulders. Good.

Still not saying a word, I hold your gaze as I lean back against the door. I grab the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it up, then off over my head. I pause for a moment before letting it drop to the floor. Then I turn, putting my back towards you, using my hips as a hinging point as I bend over to remove my shoes and socks. My hands caress my legs and ass while I come back up, moving up my bare back to find the clasp of my bra. It quickly comes undone; I let that drop to the floor as well. In no hurry at all, I turn around to face you again.

You’re breathing faster now. Your eyes are glued to my body, your arms tense. My hands move across my breasts, grazing my hardening nipples. My left hand continues its route upward, clasping around my neck. My right hand moves down, unbuttoning my pants before slipping inside. Your breath hitches. I hook my thumbs in my jeans’ belt loops, one on either side. Subtly shaking my hips, I manoeuvre my pants down ever so slowly.

Your lips have parted. I walk towards you while dropping my thong, stepping out of the last bit of fabric I had left.

“You’re gorgeous,” you whisper. I flash you a wicked grin, my confidence soaring even higher. I know, I say to myself.

I tug at your sweater and you let me take it off you. Your shirt is next. Then your belt, as I remove it from your pants fully, dragging this out as much as I can. I get on my knees to remove your shoes and socks. My hands trail along the inside of your legs as I come back up to unbutton and remove your pants. I have never removed a piece of your clothing as slowly as I do your underwear right now. I softly blow some hot air on your beautiful cock, making it twitch as I move my face past it to remove your boxers from your ankles.

My hands touch you in all the almost-right places, my lips nearly grazing your skin. I step back and take a moment to admire you. You must see how much I crave you, because you dip into a theatrical bow, chuckling softly.

“No,” My voice is low with desire. “Spin for me.” The smirk never leaves your face as you do so.

Agonisingly slow.

For me.

I revel in the sight of you. “You’re gorgeous”, I echo quietly, mesmerised.

You close the distance between us and crash your lips into mine, the kiss somehow still soft, despite your urgency. You hold my face in your hands, while I set my hand on your chest and push you back, continuing the kiss until you stumble backwards onto the couch. I kneel, put my hands on your knees, part them slightly, and position myself in between your legs.

I twirl my tongue around the head of your cock before taking it in my mouth, lapping up the precum you’ve been leaking. I close my lips around you and set a slow but steady pace, sucking lightly. My tongue is now pressed against the underside, flat for one stroke, pointy for another, flicking across your frenulum. I stroke your balls with my left hand, my right travelling farther back, lazily circling your asshole. While I apply light pressure with my right index finger, I let your cock out of my mouth. Dipping low, I run my tongue over your balls, up your shaft, across the tip. Then, suddenly, I simultaneously take all of your length in my throat and push my finger into your ass.

Your moan sends shivers down my spine. I increase the suction, focusing on the head of your cock while I slip a second finger inside you. My nails run across your balls, my tongue in a relentless assault. You’re panting now. But I need more.

I let go of your cock, softly nipping at the insides of your thighs. My fingers leave your ass and I place my hands on your hips before kissing my way up your stomach, past your chest. I nuzzle your neck, my hands now on your shoulders, and climb on top of you. I’m aching to have you inside me, but I don’t want to rush this. Straddling you, your rock hard cock almost feels indecent against my burning hot, wet cunt. Slow, go slow, I remind myself.

We kiss. I wrap my arms around you, slip my tongue between your lips, and carefully lower myself onto your cock. I hold you close to me, your chest pressed into mine, as I start to ride you. Tantalisingly slow, but you don’t complain. You need this just as much as I do.

I increase the pace, making you gasp. I move my hands behind me, placing them on your knees, giving you an excellent look at my body as I arch my back. Your eyes drink me in hungrily for a long moment before you take my nipple in your mouth. My turn to moan.

You pull me in close again, delicately running your teeth over my nipple. I hold the back of your head with my one hand, the other gripping your shoulder blade, trying to hold you even closer. I bow my head so that my mouth is right next to your ear, riding you faster still. My orgasm is approaching rapidly. You realise it too. You move your mouth to focus on my other nipple, your fingers continuing what your tongue started on the first one. You caress, pinch, pull... I feel your other hand on my ass, your fingers lovingly massaging around my asshole.

I softly moan your name into your ear as my climax crashes into me, grinding my hips into yours to get as much as you inside me as possible. Immediately, your finger slips in my ass, turning my moan into a high pitched whimper. Your eyes go wide while I clench around you, my breast still in your mouth. I’m impaled on your cock, pleasure hitting me in waves. You let out a groan and I feel you explode inside me. Desperate, I cling to you until my orgasm finally ebbs.

You kiss my neck and lean back to look at me, as I look at you.

“Gorgeous,” we whisper at the same time, wearing matching smiles.