The moment I felt his hands on me, pushing up the hem of that red dress, I knew exactly what I wanted from him. What I needed from him. This night had been perfectly, gloriously romantic, and now I needed something a little dirtier to round it off. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to him.

He pressed me back against the wall, his hands all over me, gripping at the bare skin exposed wherever he could find it—my arms, my legs, my shoulders—his fingers brushing teasingly over my neck and my throat. The heels I had on meant I was actually nearly his height, so I could kiss him without having to stand up on tiptoes, but I didn’t want to keep this height difference for long. No, I had something in mind that he was going to like.

“I think it’s only fair I thank you for dinner, no?” I breathed in his ear, and he bit down softly on the lobe of my ear.

“And what exactly did you have in mind?” he asked. I grinned.

“Let me show you.” I moved a little so I was no longer pressed back against the wall, and I sank to my knees before him. There was something so hot about getting on my knees for him. We had spent the whole night playing at being expensive, luxurious, classy adults, and now I wanted to show him that he would never be able to scrub out my dirty side. In this fancy dress, in this beautiful hotel room, I wanted to worship him and show him how much I still wanted him.

I unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock, taking it into my hand and stroking it a couple of times to bring him to full hardness. He looked so good already, his beautiful suit enhancing his sharp edges. I looked up at him as I leaned forward to take him into my mouth.

“Mmm.” He groaned as I twirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I could taste a little salty precome on my lips, and I loved the way it tasted, the way it filled my mouth. I kept my gaze fixed on him as I slid down a little farther, moving my mouth to take as much of him as I could. I shifted my hand up to cover the rest of the distance so I was taking care of every part of him at once and then moved my spare hand beneath his balls so I could play with them while I went down on him. He had shown me a perfect evening tonight, and the least I could do in return was prove to him how much I appreciated his efforts.

I moved my hand and mouth in time with each other, working my tongue up the underside of his cock as I went, making sure he was slick and wet enough for me to really fuck him with my mouth. I wanted to take him as deeply as I could, and he seemed in no rush to stuff his cock down my throat as so many guys were. No, when I looked up at him again, he was gazing down at me with complete helplessness, as though he wanted nothing more than for me to take control and do what I wanted with him. The pure desire in his eyes was a little intoxicating, even more so than the outrageously expensive wine I’d enjoyed earlier in the evening.

I began to move with a little more purpose, stroking his cock farther into my mouth, and I was starting to get seriously wet. Something about servicing him like this, where I was both powerful and submissive to him, was beyond erotic to me. I moved my hand between my legs, slipping it beneath the beautiful dress he had purchased for me, and began to play with myself as I went down on him. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me, couldn’t wait to feel his beautiful cock throbbing in my pussy as he fucked me.

I closed my eyes and lost myself to the task at hand. I’d forgotten how much fun it could be to go down like this, how much I enjoyed pleasuring him. He never pressured me to do more than I was comfortable with, and his gentleness with me made me feel safer in exploring things I might not have before—wrapping a hand around his thigh to pull him deep into my mouth, leaning down to suck on his balls, sucking and lapping at his tip alone for a moment. I could hear his breath growing harsher above me, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. I would have been happy to let him come in my mouth if he’d wanted to, but he seemed to have something else in mind entirely.

He scooped me up off the ground suddenly, and it was clear that my turn in control was over. I giggled as he spun me around and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor below me, and dropped to his knees to pull down my panties. He planted a kiss on each of my butt cheeks in turn, running his hands over my thighs and my ass as he did so.

“Fuck, you look so good,” he murmured as he got back to his feet. He guided me toward the bed, and I bent over, still in my heels, and pushed my ass up into the air for him. I had never fucked in heels before, but I had always thought it sounded pretty sexy. Now was a prime opportunity to test my hypothesis.

I heard the rip of a condom wrapper behind me and then felt his cock pressing against my slit. It was clear he had no intention of waiting around, which I was glad for because I couldn’t hold out much longer. He slipped into me with a long groan in one smooth motion, and my legs trembled dangerously in the heels as he penetrated me for the first time.

“You look amazing,” he told me for what had to be the dozenth time that night. I loved it when he told me how beautiful I looked. I wasn’t used to hearing such compliments from the guys I was dating, but Holden showered me with praise, with lust, with his adoration for my body and everything about it.

“Fuck me,” I said with a groan, unable to wait any longer. Finally, he gave me what I wanted.

He didn’t hold back for an instant, driving himself into me in long, deep strokes that sent shockwaves through my entire body. I planted my hands on the bed to keep myself from keeling over. It felt so good, so decadent, as though the luxury of the night was spreading over into this too. I flicked my gaze up and caught sight of the two of us in the window opposite the bed, his eyes closed as he fucked me, and the image at once burned itself onto my brain. We looked so right together, so good, as though we had been built to do this with each other. I had known from the first time we’d fucked that we had crazy chemistry, but I’d had no idea it would grow more and more intense as time passed, better each time we were together.

He moved his hand between my legs and began to play with my clit, picking up the pace of his thrusts a little and really burying himself all the way inside me. I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him taking me like that, my ass angled up thanks to the heels and allowing him even deeper access than normal. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations, the way they seemed to burn up through my body, every nerve ending burning bright as I crested toward an orgasm.

“Fuck,” I moaned. He slid his other hand over my back and wound it into the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging back softly. The prickling in my scalp, that mesh of pain and pleasure, was enough to put me over the edge, and within seconds, my pussy clenched around his cock as the orgasm tore through me.

I had fucked him before this, but this time was different. I had never felt anything as purely good as this before, the selfish pleasure rocking through my body and sending every muscle to jelly in a moment. I wasn’t even sure the noises I made were fully human, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to know how good this was for me, how good he was for me.

A few moments later, he found his own release in my pussy, thrusting frantically a few more times before he came. He let out a deep groan-growl and slipped out of me, leaving me to crash forward onto the bed, still in my bra and my heels.

I lay there for a moment as I waited for him to join me, and he slipped onto the bed next to me just as I sat up to get fully undressed.

“No shoes on the bed, right?” I remarked as I kicked my heels off to land next to the dress he had ripped off me a few minutes before.

“That was amazing.” He trailed his hand up my arm, sending a spiral of tingles along the skin. “You’re amazing.”

“Not so bad yourself.” I giggled and then slipped onto the bed next to him. I should have gotten up to take my makeup off, but I didn’t want to break the moment yet. I wanted to revel in this, in it being just the two of us for a little while longer. We didn’t have much time before we had to return home, and when we did, we would have to face up to everything that came with that—his ex, Hunter, the friends who had supported us through our breakup. It was going to be weird to have to explain ourselves to people, and that was why it was so tempting to hole up in this hotel room and pretend the world at large didn’t really exist.

He wrapped his arm around me and drew me in close, and I laid my hand on his chest to feel for the beat of his heart. I found it so comforting, so cooling, so grounding like it was bringing me back down to Earth—even though I still felt as like I was rotating up there with the stars.