A curled up girl in pristine white sheets.

Our night started with dinner in a nice but chill restaurant. You had the lobster, I had the steak but we shared. Forks of food passing from one side of the table to the other. Long glances and knowing looks.

We didn’t eat a lot just enough to take the edge off our hunger and then we were gone. Off to a bar where some friends were hosting a birthday party. You were your usual self. Smiling wide and making others smile with you. Laughing easily and often. I couldn’t take my eyes off you the whole time.

A few of us decided towards the end of the night to take it a bit further and go dancing. I helped you with your coat. You spun as it nestled on your shoulders. A quick kiss and as you turned to walk away I grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. More. We’d better go you said. I nodded.

The rest of the night was a blur of neon, sweat and the steady throb of house music. Strobe lighting illuminated your curves, my hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

I remember pulling you away from the dance floor towards the bar. Crashing into it with a bundle of laughter. Gesturing at the bartender for more drinks I turned back to you. You were close. The sparkle in your eyes never brighter. I felt your hand on my chest. It fell lower as you pushed closer into me. Your mouth brushing my lips before biting at my ear, whispering the future like only you could.

The drinks arrived. The bartender catching my attention. I tapped my card on the reader and lifted the shot. You dipped your neck back and opened your mouth allowing me to slip the sticky wet concoction down your throat. A sign of things to come.

The club closed and you were one of the last to leave the dance floor. You danced the whole way to the hotel. The last of our friends peeling off in dribs and drabs until it was just us. I don’t remember the rain, but by the time we got to the door we were drenched. Your shoes were off and I had your bag slung over my shoulder. My shirt was stuck to my chest and the night porter nodded and smiled.

As the lift doors pinged open you stepped inside. Turning to face me with a grin and a curled finger. I punched the button to our floor and collapsed into you as the doors slid shut. What took seconds felt like eternity. Dropping to my knees and in one smooth movement running my hands up the outside of your thighs and teasing your panties down. Just as you stepped out of them I pushed you back against the lift wall and my mouth consumes you. Brief but effective. Enough to cause a light moan to escape your mouth before I stood again.

Your kisses are more urgent now. The lift pulls to a stop and I grab your hand and pull you towards the door. Someone was getting in as we were getting out. I heard a loud tsssk as the doors closed. We had left your underwear on the floor.

The room door was barely a barrier. Shirt buttons and jeans were half way undone and your dress fell from your shoulders in less time than it took me to catch my breath at the sight of you. The rest of my clothes didn’t last long.

I pushed you back towards the bed. No ceremony. No circumstance. Your legs wrapping around me as I slid inside you. Nails dragging down my back as the first thrusts find you wet and ready.

Quiet whispers turn to growls and panting. Thrusting to licking and devouring. Each movement a dance, each touch a stroke on a painting. My fingers exploring you inside and out. My cock filling your mouth as my fingers play with your clit. Your ass stretching for me and your hair providing the grip as you push back against me. Every inch of us both entwined in ways that we could never explain in the days to come. If it felt possible to be at one with another this was as close as it came.

My hand running across your arm and down your hips. Around your ass and dripping my fingers in the mix of cum and saliva trailing down your leg. Bringing it to my lips then yours.

A final pull towards me. The lights dimming and sleep coming easily.