There was nothing more wonderful in life than a woman who had no idea just how beautiful she was.

She kept catching me staring at her in the car on the way to the hotel. I probably looked like a creepy stalker, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. Here was a woman who could get me going just by sitting cross-legged in the car and typing out text messages on her phone.

Sophia wasn’t perfect. Even though she was no shrinking violet—not by any stretch of the imagination—she hadn’t let me bring the whip back to the hotel room. Something about not wanting to be treated like a horse. There was just no pleasing some women.

The second I had money, I’d insist on a limo to drive us around everywhere. At least that way we would have privacy. I couldn’t bear sitting in the car for twenty minutes without being able to rip the clothes from her body and devour every inch of her.

But of course, the second I had money, we would split up and go our separate ways. That was the plan after all.

I forced those thoughts from my mind when the car pulled up next to the hotel, and the driver opened the door. We would soon have some privacy; that was all that mattered right now.

My balls were heavy and my cock throbbed in my pants. I’d once gone a week without release when I was a teenager as part of a dare. That’s what this felt like, except one hundred times worse because Sophia was right beside me, her presence a constant tease on my already-strained patience.

The ache—bordering on pain—got worse with every second I wasn’t inside her tight, wet sex. Did she feel the same way? She looked to be handling the wait with remarkable ease, whereas I was about to explode.

We didn’t speak as the elevator moved painfully slowly up to the top floor. I dug the keycard from my wallet—eventually finding it hidden between loads of credit cards—and we stumbled into the room. We’d been alone in the elevator, but even so, the door slamming shut signaled an end to being under public scrutiny for the time being.

That meant sex.

At fucking last.

“You look tense,” Sophia teased.

“You have no bloody idea,” I replied.

“Want me to order a massage? They have a nice young man called Diego on staff. He’ll come up to the room if you want.”

“The only hands I want on my skin are yours. Come here.”

Sophia bit her lip, and for a painful moment I thought she might play hard to get. She turned her back and walked slowly towards the bed. Standing with her back to me, she pulled off her top, before dropping it on the floor.

“Stay there,” she commanded, just as I went to half walk, half fly across the room towards her.

Sophia reached a hand behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall softly to the floor. It took all my willpower not to dive over there. Just knowing her breasts were exposed had my cock straining to be set free. Her nipples would be stiff, eagerly awaiting my warm mouth.

Next came her trousers. Sophia hooked her thumbs under the waistband and—excruciatingly slowly—pulled them down to her knees, before bending at the waist and taking them all the way down to the floor. At some point, she stepped out of them, but my eyes were too transfixed on her arse—barely covered by her skimpy knickers—as she pointed it at me, challenging me to move from my spot.

Finally, Sophia turned around to face me, wearing just her panties. “You like?” she asked.

“I’d like them a lot more on the floor.”

Sophia smiled, and slipped her panties off just as she had done her trousers before.

I didn’t know where to look.

“You can come over now,” she said.

How long had I been standing there for? I was almost drooling at this point.

I resisted the urge to run up and throw her down on the bed. Instead, I walked up, and kissed her softly on the lips, as if were a mature adult in a relationship. Weird.

Sophia moaned in my mouth as our tongues met. My hands began exploring the soft skin of her back while she wrapped her arms around my neck and held on tight.

I couldn’t kiss her for long before the urge to take her breasts in my mouth became impossible to resist. Sophia sighed as I circled a nipple with my tongue, while pinching the other gently between thumb and forefinger so it didn’t feel left out.

“You need to get naked,” Sophia said between heavy breaths.

“Yes, m’lady.” I’d never undressed so quickly. The second I was naked, Sophia was handing me something else to wear. I tore open the packet with my teeth and quickly sheathed myself.

This time I did push her to the bed. She fell down with her legs invitingly open, but instead of diving between them, I lay down next to her and continued caressing her skin.

Sophia held her breath as my fingers trickled over her breasts, down to her belly, and then to her sex. My fingers brushed lightly against her soaking folds, but I didn’t enter her. She was ready for me, and I wanted my cock to be what took her from the starting line all the way to the finish.

“You’re so beautiful,” I muttered, as I moved my hand to her thigh.

“Fit for a prince?” she joked.

“Fit for a king.”

“I’ll settle for a prince for now.”

My hand moved back up to her chest, where I felt her heart pounding against my palm. “You nervous?”

“No. Excited.”

I leaned over her and pressed my lips against hers as I moved between her legs and guided my cock to her slick entrance. I looked into her eyes as I plunged myself deep inside her. Sophia moaned deeply, and wrapped her arms around my back as I filled her completely.

Her hips rocked in time with mine, as my cock slipped in and out of her increasing wetness. I knew that her breasts would be pert and her nipples hard, but I couldn’t take break my gaze from her eyes.

Time lost all meaning. We were in rhythm with each other, body and mind, and I lost myself completely in the moment. It could have been a minute later or twenty minutes later, but at some point, I felt the muscles in her body tensing up. Her fingers dug tighter into my back, and her pussy clenched hold of my cock, reluctant to let me leave her.

She came in almost complete silence. Only the tension of her body and then the eventual release let me know that she had finished.

“Come on me,” Sophia whispered in my ear. “I want to feel your excitement on my skin.”

Those perky breasts were crying out to be covered in cum; it was a miracle they’d stayed dry this long. I thrust harder and faster, bringing myself right to the edge, like I had done with Sophia.

Just in time, I pulled out, rolled off the thin silicone covering my pulsating shaft, and then shot my load all over her perfect breasts. Shot after shot splattered onto her chest and belly, until I was completely spent.

I collapsed back down next to Sophia and admired the Jackson Pollock painting I’d made of her body.

“This is where you get me a towel,” Sophia said, as she lay there rigid, unable to move without my release dripping down her.

“Nah, I think I’ll just leave you like this.”

“If you do, I’m going to lean over and give you a nice, sticky cuddle.”

“I’ll get a towel.”

Sophia wiped herself clean and then we did cuddle; it was still a little sticky, but I’d never push her away. I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let go.

But we were on a timer. At some point, we would go our separate ways again.

Sophia squeezed me tightly as if she were thinking the exact same thing. Maybe she was.

I returned the squeeze and kissed her firmly on the forehead, as she rested on my chest. Somehow she fell asleep, despite my heart rate pounding heavily against her ear.

I stayed awake as long as possible, just watching her breathing, but eventually I closed my eyes and drifted off for a much needed post-sex nap. This time there was no need to slip out from under her and do a runner. I was right where I wanted to be.