The clerk started to go through the motions of checking my ID, confirming the standing team arrangement, and every second felt like a year. Behind me, Kayla pretended to adjust her shoe, but her hand was secretly sliding up the back of my thigh, her fingers teasing the hem of my suit jacket. I nearly jumped out of my skin, my jaw tightening so hard I thought a tooth might crack.
"Here you go, Mr. Landry. Enjoy your stay."
I snatched the key card out of his hand before he could finish the sentence.
"Run," I whispered to her.
We broke into a sprint for the elevators, ducking into the gold-mirrored car just as the doors began to hiss shut. The second we were enclosed, the straight faces evaporated.
I slammed her back against the mirrored wall, my mouth crashing onto hers. The elevator ride was a blur of hands and heat. I was groping for the zipper of her dress, her hands wereurgently undoing my tie, tossing the silk onto the floor like it was trash. We were laughing between gasps for air, a light, giddy sound that felt like a release valve finally snapping open.
Ding.
The doors slid open on the fourteenth floor. We didn't even wait for them to fully retract. I grabbed her hand, and we raced down the hallway, our footsteps muffled by the thick carpet.
"Which— which way?" she panted, her hair a wild, beautiful mess around her face.
"Fourteen... zero... two!"
I fumbled with the key card, my fingers shaking with an urgency I hadn't felt in a decade. I swiped it wrong once. Red light.
"Dammit.”
"Michael, hurry," she urged, her hands sliding under my shirt, her nails raking over my ribs.
I swiped again. Green.
I kicked the door open and we tumbled inside, the heavy wood slamming shut behind us with a finality that made my blood sing. We didn't even make it three feet before we were back at it. I was pulling my shirt over my head, buttons popping and hitting the floorboards like hail. Kayla was stepping out of her heels, kicking them into the shadows, her hands already working on my belt.
We stumbled through the dark suite, our bodies never losing contact. I bumped into a heavy mahogany armchair, swearing under my breath as I nearly tripped, but Kayla just caught me, pulling me back into a kiss that tasted like wine and pure, unadulterated want.
"The bed," she whispered, her voice an absolute command. "Michael, the bed."
I didn't even look for it. I just felt for the edge of the mattress, my hands finding the curve of her hips as I lifted her. We collapsed onto the high-thread-count sheets in a flurry of discarded silk and wool, a chaotic heap of limbs and laughter and heavy, desperate breathing.
I began to kiss her neck, my teeth grazing her skin as I worked my way down to her breasts.
Her breath hitched as I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting just hard enough to make her arch her back. God, the way she responded to me… A rush of blood flooded my aching cock, making me harder.
My hands roamed further, slipping under her dress to find the dampness that awaited me. My fingers teased her through the fabric of her underwear before I tugged them down, exposing her smooth, bare skin. I could feel her wetness, and the sight of her shivering with excitement only made me want her more.
“I get to look at you now.”
Kayla let out a soft gasp as I spread her legs wide and gazed at her pink pussy. The lips surrounded by a neatly trimmed thin patch of dark hair that framed the parts of her which were already swollen and slick with arousal. Her clit peeked out from under its hood, begging for my touch. I leaned in closer, inhaling the sweet scent of her desire, my heart pounding with excitement.
I gently parted her lips, revealing the delicate pinkness of her inner folds. The hood pulled back slightly, exposing more of the sensitive bud beneath. I took my time, using my thumb to trace lazy circles around it, watching as her body reacted to my every movement.
“I love having your mouth on me,” she said, dragging her fingers through my hair. She undid the loose knot without effort, and tossed my hair tie aside.
Then I kissed her there, right on her clit, a gentle peck that made her whimper with a shiver that raked through her entire body, and I moved my mouth to her entrance. I flicked my tongue over the trembling hole, feeling her body quiver beneath me.
Her opening, a gateway to her most intimate depths, beckoned me closer. I inserted one finger, then two, feeling her tightness and the heat that radiated from within. Her pussy clenched around me once, a silent invitation for more. I knew the key to a woman's pleasure often lay in the gentle dance between teasing and penetration, so I took my time, exploring every inch of her pussy with my fingers.
As horny as I was, I wanted her to enjoy every second of this.
With each stroke, her hips rose to meet me, her breaths becoming shorter and more erratic. She was close, but I didn’t want her to be. Not yet. I slid my fingers out, coated in her wetness, and brought them to her mouth.
"Taste yourself," I whispered, and she obeyed, her eyes never leaving mine. I watched as she licked her juices from my fingers, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.
