I stood at the hotel bar, idly stirring my cocktail as I surveyed the dimly lit room. My husband was off on another business trip, and this time I’d decided to tag along and make a mini-vacation out of it. The hotel was beautiful, and I’d spent most of the day lounging by the pool and sipping fruity drinks out of coconuts.

Without permission
Without permission

It was getting late, though, and there was still no sign of my husband. He had texted earlier to say that his meetings had run late, and he wasn’t sure when he would be back to the hotel. Sighing, I swirled the ice cubes around in my glass before downing the rest of my drink.

I should probably just go back up to our room, I thought to myself. Maybe hubby will be back soon. As I signaled the bartender for one more drink, a man appeared beside me at the bar.

“Another one?” he asked with a smile.

I hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Sure,” I said with a smile of my own.

The man turned to signal for the bartender’s attention and then turned back to face me as we waited for our drinks.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you were alone,” he said with a small shrug. “Mind if I join you?”

I considered him for a moment before giving another small nod. “That would be nice,” I admitted.

We exchanged pleasantries as we waited for our drinks and then moved over to one of the small tables in the corner of the bar, away from prying eyes.

“My name’s James,” he said as we settled into our seats.

“Emily,” I replied with a smile.

Our drinks arrived then, interrupting any further conversation. We both took sips before setting them down on the table before us. James looked at me curiously for a moment as if trying to decide whether or not to say something.

“You have the most beautiful eyes,” he blurted out finally. “They’re like… like the ocean on a sunny day.”

I laughed at his cheesy pickup line and shook my head. “Nice try,” I said with a grin. “But you’ll have to do better than that.”

James chuckled and took another sip of his drink before meeting my gaze once more. “Okay then, how about this?” he asked, his voice low and smooth. “I’ve been watching you from across the bar for the past hour, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss those soft pink lips of yours.”

My breath caught in my throat at his words, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. The air around us suddenly felt charged with electricity, and I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from his.

“Show me,” I whispered hoarsely.

The next thing I knew, James was on his feet, holding out his hand to me. Without pausing to think, I took it and let him lead me out onto the dance floor.

As we moved together to the slow rhythm of the music, James pulled me closer until our bodies were pressed tightly together. His hands roamed over my back and hips as we danced, sending sparks of desire shooting through me with every touch.

Finally unable to resist any longer, I tilted my head up towards him and met his lips with mine in a searing kiss that left me breathless. James deepened the kiss almost immediately, parting my lips with his tongue and exploring every inch of my mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

I moaned into his mouth as our tongues tangled together in a passionate dance, feeling a rush of wetness between my thighs at the way he was devouring me. His hands slid down to cup my ass, pulling me tightly against the hard bulge in his pants and leaving no doubt as to how turned on he was.

A small part of my brain warned me that this was crazy and that I should return to the hotel room waiting for my husband. But the rest of me didn’t care. It had been so long since I’d felt desire like this, since I’d let myself get lost in the heat of a stranger’s touch.

I pulled away from James reluctantly, needing to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. He looked at me with dark, hungry eyes, and I could see the question there before he even said a word.

“Your place or mine?” he asked simply.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between what I knew was right and what I desperately wanted in that moment. Finally, I made up my mind.

“Mine,” I said firmly.

James said nothing as he took my hand again and led me out of the bar and down the hallway to our rooms. The whole world seemed to fade away as we fumbled with the keycard and stumbled through the door into the room beyond.

As soon as the door was closed behind us, James was on me again, his lips crashing down on mine in a desperate kiss that left me weak at the knees. He backed me up slowly until my legs hit the edge of the bed and then pushed me down onto it gently before kneeling at my feet.

My breath caught in my throat as James’ hands came up to unbutton and unzip my dress, slowly revealing inch after inch of bare skin until it pooled around my waist. His gaze roamed over every curve and dip of my body as if memorizing it all – his own private work of art.

Leaning forward slightly, James placed a trail of soft kisses down along the column of my neck before moving lower to do the same to my cleavage. One of his hands came up to cup my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze before tracing lazy circles around the sensitive peak with his thumb.

I moaned softly at the delicious sensation, arching my back to press myself more firmly against his touch. His other hand slid down over my stomach and between my thighs, finding me already hot and wet with need.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” James murmured against my skin, his warm breath sending shivers of anticipation coursing through me.

He used two fingers to spread my swollen lips apart and then ran his thumb over my clit in slow, teasing circles, driving me wild with need. I writhed beneath him, lost in a sea of pleasure that threatened to wash over me at any moment.

Just as I was on the verge of begging him for more, James raised his head and met my gaze once more. The lust and desire that burned there sent another rush of arousal straight to my core.

“I want to taste you,” he said simply. “I want to bury my face between your legs and lick you until you come all over my tongue.”

His words were like a punch straight to the gut – raw, powerful, and full of promise. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs at the thought of what he was suggesting, dripping down onto the sheets beneath me as if in agreement.

Unable to form a coherent thought in response, I simply nodded and reached down to grab a fistful of his hair before pulling him towards me roughly. James chuckled at my impatience even as he gave in willingly, allowing himself to be dragged up along the length of my body until we were face-to-face once more.

By this point, I was practically vibrating with need, every nerve ending on fire from just the barest touch of James’ hands and lips on my skin. I wanted – no, I needed – to feel his mouth on me, to know what it was like to be devoured by him from the inside out.

Desperation overrode any remaining shred of restraint as I attacked the buttons on James’ shirt, ripping them apart in my haste to get at the hard muscles and smooth skin beneath. He chuckled again at my enthusiasm and tore the rest of his shirt off before leaning back down to capture my lips with his own in a searing kiss that left me dizzy.

While our tongues battled for dominance, James made quick work of his belt and pants, kicking them off along with his shoes until he was completely naked before me. My breath caught in my throat at seeing him – he was even more perfect than I had imagined.

His cock jutted proudly from its nest of dark curls, thick and heavy with need, and I couldn’t help but reach out to touch it. My hand wrapped around him instinctively, stroking up and down his length with a firm grip that made him groan in pleasure.

James pulled away from me reluctantly, earning himself a small pout that quickly turned into a moan as he dropped down onto the bed once more and spread my legs wide open with a gentle push. Leaning forward slightly, he used one hand to hold himself steady as the other came up to find my clit once more.

He gave it one last teasing circle before sliding two fingers deep inside me without warning. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, feeling myself clench around him instinctively as he began to pump his fingers slowly in and out of my dripping-wet pussy.

As James worked his magic lower down on my body, nibbling and sucking on every inch of sensitive flesh within reach, I reached down between us and took hold of his cock once more. With one final stroke from base to tip that made him shudder beneath me, I positioned him at my entrance and slowly sank down onto him until he filled me completely.

Both of us groaned at the exquisite sensation of our bodies joining together as one. I took a moment to adjust to the feeling of fullness before rocking my hips experimentally, causing another wave of pleasure to crash over me.

James’ hands came up to cup my breasts and knead them gently as I began to move, his fingers finding my sweet spots with uncanny accuracy each and every time. I rode him hard and fast, lost in a haze of lust that threatened to consume us both.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, James rolled us over until he was on top once more, never breaking our connection in the process. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist to hold him close as he set a relentless pace that had me seeing stars.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and arched my back off the bed as he hit just the right spot deep within me over and over again, sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through every nerve ending in my body. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced – pure bliss in its rawest form.

I could feel my orgasm building steadily with every thrust and grind of our bodies together, threatening to break free at any moment. But then James did something unexpected that sent me hurtling headlong over the edge without warning.

He reached down between us with one hand to find my clit once more, giving it a firm pinch between his thumb and forefinger before rolling it gently between the two. The combined pressure and friction were all it took to send me spiraling out of control, crying out his name as wave after wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashed over me.

I could feel myself clenching tightly around James’ cock as I came undone beneath him, milking him for all he was worth. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside me and let out a low, guttural groan as he followed me over the edge.

I could feel his hot cum shooting deep inside me, filling me up completely until it began to leak out around his still-hard shaft. Neither of us moved for what felt like an eternity as we rode out the last of our orgasms together, lost in a sea of sensations that threatened to drown us both.

Finally, James collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress beneath us. I wrapped my arms and legs around him tightly, wanting to keep him close a little longer. I wasn’t ready for this moment – or him – to end just yet.

We lay there in silence for several minutes, listening to our ragged breaths and the steady thrumming of our heartbeats as they slowly returned to normal. I idly ran my fingers through James’ hair, savoring how it felt against my skin.

“That was amazing,” I said softly finally.

James chuckled and kissed against the hollow of my throat before raising his head to meet my gaze again. “Yes,” he agreed with a smile. “It was.”

We shared another lingering kiss before reluctantly untangling ourselves from each other’s limbs and getting cleaned up. We didn’t talk much as we got dressed and ready to leave; it was almost as if we were both afraid that saying too much might somehow make this moment feel less real.

When we were finally ready to go – or as ready as we would ever be – James turned towards me with a serious expression.

“Thank you,” he said simply.

I frowned in confusion and shook my head. “For what?” I asked honestly.

“For making me feel alive again,” James replied earnestly. “For reminding me what it’s like to want someone so badly that it hurts and to be wanted just as much in return. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way.”

I stared at him for a long moment, feeling something warm and sweet unfurl deep inside me at his words. “You’re welcome,” I said finally. And thank you for reminding me of the same.”

We shared a small smile before James reached out to take my hand in his again. I let him, not caring what anyone might think or say, and we walked out of the hotel room and back into our separate lives.

As I made my way back up to our hotel room on the eighteenth floor, I couldn’t help but wonder how different things would have been if my husband had walked through the door instead of James. Would we have torn each other’s clothes off and fucked like animals? Or would we have exchanged tired smiles before crawling into bed and falling asleep?

The thought made me shiver with something akin to regret – or maybe it was just relief; I wasn’t quite sure. But one thing was certain: this was a night that I would never forget for as long as I lived.

And maybe – just maybe – that was enough.

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