Fantasy Flirt - Episode 2

She had him pinned against the hotel mirror before the door clicked shut. Her mouth found his neck first. Teeth grazed skin. He groaned low when her hand slipped between them, unbuckling his belt with one practiced flick. Fabric hit the floor. Her skirt rode up as his palm cupped her ass, bare beneath the silk. He lifted her onto the marble counter. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his back. No words. Just the wet sound of her taking him in, inch by slow inch, until they were flush and shaking. He fucked her in sharp, deliberate strokes. The mirror fogged. Her breath fogged it more. She met each thrust with a roll of her hips, chasing that deep ache that bloomed every time he bottomed out. Her nails scored red lines down his spine. His teeth found her shoulder. She came first, sharp and loud, thighs trembling around him. He followed seconds later, buried deep, hands gripping the counter like it might crack.