She slept peacefully, contentment in her manner, tranquility in the breaths she took. Her hair wisped on the outline of her face, fluttering slightly on the exhale. He smiled as he watched her, finally deciding to stand and move to the suite's sofa which would allow him to stretch his legs while not disturbing her as he sipped his coffee.

As he sat in admiration, blowing excessive heat from his cup, he recalled the events of the evening that lead them to this morning. He'd been sitting alone sipping bourbon, engrossed in an instructional email to his assistant, trying to stress the urgency of business that required attention in his absence, oblivious to his surroundings. As he hit the send button, he straightened his posture, and surveyed the room. People had filtered in and the lounge was filling up. Then his eyes locked onto hers briefly before she looked away, blushing and moving her hair behind her ear. Had she been watching him long?

He looked at her in an unabashed fashion, admiration in what he saw. The lines of her face highlighted wisdom, but did nothing to diminish her feminine energy and beauty. Her clothes were professional, although his inner thoughts made them out to be somewhat provocative. Maybe his distance from home and this strange place affected his point of view.

He watched her take a deep breath, stand, glance at the floor, and then walk toward his table. Standing, he offered her a chair, and sat back down after she was seated. Pleasantries were followed by small talk and another round of drinks. Small talk was followed by a mixture of comfortable conversation and discussion of commonalities. Their somewhat guarded answers were followed with flirtatious innuendo and laughter. Her hand gestures became more pronounced, often stopping to rest on his forearms and at some point in time he found himself holding her hand which seemed diminutive in his larger, rougher palm.

Her indecision had transformed into confidence, probably fueled somewhat by their drinks, but also by his genuine interest. He felt important in the moment and flattered. Her presence and beauty had caused his cock to become erect and he was beginning to have a hard time ignoring it.

He remembered his remarks. "I don't recall ever feeling such a connection in such a short period of time. I'm about to step beyond being gentlemanly." Her reply, "For being such a great conversationalist, you have a difficult time picking up on social cues." He had grinned and raised his eyebrows in response.

As the elevator doors closed he tasted her neck before moving to her lips and tasting her tongue. She whimpered, almost submissively, as his hands explored her, moving to the buttons on her blouse. He felt her squeeze his erection with one hand as she pulled his head close with the other.

The elevator stopped, allowing mere seconds for them to pull themselves together before entering the hallway. They were much more interested in reaching the door to his room than the reaction to their disheveled appearance by other guests in the hall.

He smiled to himself as he sat there sipping his coffee and admiring her. The memory of tenderness, exploration, and animalistic fucking. The way she looked up at him smiling, wearing only her lacey panties. The way her pussy tasted and the sound of her giggling before exhaling sharply when he sucked directly on her clit. And the ecstasy of her mouth after she drummed his erection on the side of her face before engulfing it.

He remembered bending her over the couch that he was now sitting on and her reaction when he had entered her. And he remembered the post orgasm, tender kisses they shared before they had drifted off to sleep in the king sized bed.

Now, as he sat watching and waiting, thoughts of the experience made his cock hard again. He pulled a blanket over his lap. The truth was, he wanted another experience with her when she woke up. He didn't, however, want to make her feel obligated. He would wait for her to wake up and then pay close attention to her social cues.