We made our way down the hall to the suite, and I slid my key card into the one door at the end of the corridor. I didn’t realize we’d be the only people on the top floor—but a little privacy probably wasn’t a bad thing. It meant I could keep a closer eye on who was coming in and out of the surrounding area, without having to worry about raising the suspicions of other guests.

 

I’d been surprised when she’d requested one room for the two of us—but I could tell from the glint in her eye that she was thinking the same thing that I was. Much as I had tried to ignore it, the chemistry between us was growing into something that refused to be overlooked. I wasn’t sure that I even wanted to anymore.

 

The suite was enormous—no wonder it was the only room on the upper floor. A large bed was pressed up against the back wall, next to double doors that opened out onto what I assumed was the balcony. A small kitchenette was tucked away to the side of the suite—not that I imagined that anyone staying in a place like this would settle for anything less than the finest room service—and I could see a luxurious bathroom peeping through the doors opposite me. A handful of couches and chairs were scattered across a living space which contained a TV and a small refrigerator, which Maria was already making a beeline towards.

 

“God, I need a drink,” she muttered as she cracked the door open, pulling out a couple of tiny bottles of wine. “You want one?”

 

“Um, sure.” I shrugged, and she tossed the bottle towards me. I fumbled but didn’t drop it, and she raised her eyebrows at me.

 

“Well done,” she commented sarcastically, then nodded towards the balcony. “You want to sit outside? It’s so nice tonight.”

 

“Whatever you want,” I replied, and she regarded me for a moment.

 

“This isn’t just about what I want, you know,” she remarked, before sweeping out of the suite and throwing open the doors to the balcony.

 

“Fuck, it’s huge out here!” she exclaimed, and I hurried to catch up with her. She was right, the balcony jutted out a good twenty feet from the side of the hotel, and gave us a striking view over the entire city. Maria sighed, cracked open her wine, and drank straight from the bottle.

 

“No glass?” I commented, and she shot me a playful look.

 

“No need.”

 

I joined her, leaning on the railing next to her and taking in the view. The city was just beginning to light up—streetlights popping on below like fireflies. I sipped my wine and snuck a look at her out of the corner of my eye—damn, she was looking fine. Just the two of us, in a suite together, with all the wine we could handle…this was going to be an interesting night, that was for sure.

 

We stood in silence for a while, sipping on our wine and enjoying the quiet. I was surprised at how easily it came to her, this companionable silence; she was usually a motor mouth, an unstoppable force of nature when it came to conversation. But she seemed to be indulging herself in the peace we never seemed to get a lot of.

 

Suddenly, I remembered what I had promised Maria’s father.

 

“Shit, I have to text your dad,” I turned to her. “Let him know we’re here okay.”

 

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes and pulled her phone from her pocket. “Be quick.”

 

She wandered back inside as I texted her father, and then emerged, a few moments later, in the dress she had purchased back at the store. I sucked in my breath as soon as I saw her, unable to contain my reaction.

 

The fabric hugged her hips lightly, hitting at the middle of her thigh so the majority of her long, slim legs were exposed. The neckline seemed to draw a perfect sweetheart outline around her breasts and, like I’d predicted, the color made the blue in her eyes stand out. I blew a low whistle out from between my teeth and she grinned.

 

“You like it? It’s all I had.” She twirled for me, the fabric kicking out far enough that I caught a glimpse of her gorgeously sculpted ass.

 

“Looks great,” I replied, and drained the rest of my bottle of wine. Luckily, she’d picked us both up another, and we soon cracked into them.

 

The rest of the night, we spent talking—about nothing much in particular, but enough to bring us closer and closer as the evening progressed. We discussed growing up in the city, outside the city, around the city, the places we hoped to travel to and live in the future. After our second bottle, we retired inside the suite and curled up at opposite ends of one of the couches, far enough up apart to be decent but drunk enough to want to be far, far closer.

 

I fought the urge to slide up close to her, to pull her into my lap and get my hands all over her incredible ass—I wanted her to make the first move. If she was the one to start it, no one could hold it against me. But, as the wine set in and began to make me fuzzy, it took incredible effort not to grab her and throw her on to the bed right that second.

 

Soon enough, we had downed four of the mini bottles of wine, so she got up to pick us out a couple more. She bent over when she got to the fridge—with great deliberation, it had to be said—and I eyed her hungrily as she examined what was left. She pouted as she stood up.

 

“No more wine,” she sighed, and made her way back over to me. She threw herself down on the couch, and kicked off her shoes, letting them land with a thump next to the television. Her delicate toes were polished were a bright blue shade, and I realized I had never seen her feet before; something about catching sight of them felt oddly intimate and undeniably sexy. She tucked them up underneath her, crossed her arms beneath her head, and laid out on the couch, staring at me.

 

“What is it?” I asked softly, placing my empty bottle on the ground next to me. I could feel something between us; something growing more potent, less deniable.

 

“Nothing,” she replied playfully. Then she got to her feet, and turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. And then she said it.

 

“I’m going to have a shower,” she began, her eyes wide and fluttering. “You want to join me?”

 

It took me less than a second to register what she had just said, and as soon as I did, I was on my feet and closing the distance between us. I wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her in close, my other hand flipping up her gorgeous little skirt so I could finally get at her ass. And then, I kissed her.

 

I slipped my tongue past her lips as soon as our mouths met; God, it was a relief to finally acknowledge what was happening between us. She tasted sweet, like the wine we’d been drinking all evening, and she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck as though to hold me in place. My hands snaked down to lift her up so she could wrap her legs around me, and before we knew it I was carrying her in the direction of the bathroom, towards the enormous shower.

 

There was more than enough room for both of us, and I placed her down just long enough for both of us to strip naked and get the water running. As she clambered into the shower ahead of me, I leaned over and spanked her delicious ass, making her jump—she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me in, pressing her entire body against mine as she kissed me again.

 

The water cascaded over us, and my hands roamed up and down her naked flesh at last—she felt as good as I’d thought she would, her body tight and muscular and hot against me. She moaned loudly, loudly enough that I could hear it over the sound of the water crashing around us. This girl…she was voracious and aggressive, her hands slipping and sliding across my body as if eager to take in every inch of me. She ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing it back off her face, and quickly slid down to her knees in front of me.

 

She wrapped her hands around the base of my cock, looking up at me with her mouth slightly open as she did so—she looked like a fantasy come to life, something drawn from my wildest dreams, as she slowly lowered her mouth over my cock, enveloping every inch of me in her warm mouth. Fuck, she was good—she slid her tongue up and down my erection, building up a pace that almost sent me over the edge there and then.

 

I resisted the urge to grab her head and fuck her mouth deeply—despite everything, I still wanted to take care of her; I didn’t want her hurt or upset. She could set the tone of this encounter and—as she worked her hands and her mouth in unison to pleasure my rapidly growing erection—I didn’t think that was exactly a bad thing.

 

Her talented mouth was enough to bring me to rock-hardness in only a minute or two, and I pulled her to her feet as soon as I was ready. She kissed me again, right on the corner of my mouth, and then turned around and stuck her ass out in my direction. I didn’t need asking twice.

 

I positioned my cock at the entrance of her slit, and was gratified to find that she was already slick. I pushed into her in one swift motion, and reached around so I could lightly stimulate her clit with my fingers. She let out a loud groan and backed up against me, forcing me as deep into her pussy as she could manage. I held myself still for a moment once I was buried inside of her, savoring the tightness and the warmth around my erection, before I began to move.

 

I held myself back from fucking her as furiously as I would have if she wasn’t my charge; I matched the pace she set as she grinded back against me, her ass meeting my hips in a slow but steady pace. I could hear her panting as the water crashed around us, so I lightly pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger as I thrust even deeper inside of her. She let her head fall back, her mouth open and her eyes closed as she lost herself to the feeling. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, this gorgeous woman completely given over to the sensation of my cock inside her. That right there was almost enough to push me over the edge—and, when she clenched her teeth and let out a guttural cry, I knew that I had managed to drive her to her own climax.

 

Her pussy clenched tight around my cock, as if milking me, and seeing her lost to the throes of pleasure hurried me to my own orgasm—I finished inside her, thrusting deep one last time and pressing my head into the back of her neck. I held myself inside her for a moment before withdrawing, planting a wet kiss on her skin as I did so. She turned around and kissed me again, pulling me under the water, the stream washing off the filth of what we’d just done.

 

We cleaned each other, hands exploring every inch we could get our hands on, before stepping out of the shower once more. I got dressed again, but Maria simply slipped on a skimpy hotel robe and let herself collapse over the bed. She sighed loudly, satisfied, and propped herself up on one elbow to look at me.

 

“That’s your bonus, you know,” she commented, unable to hold back on her grin. I cocked an eyebrow, and made my way over to the bed to sit next to her. I ran a hand up the back of her bare legs, and she let out the tiniest, sexiest little moan. Just seeing her like that was almost enough to get me hard again.

 

“As long as I get to cash it in again,” I replied softly, and before I knew it, her robe was cast aside and my clothes joined it, and the two of us lost ourselves to each other once again.