Sara's body was still tingling, her skin sensitive to every touch. She could feel Alex's warmth beside her, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.
For a moment, they just lay there in the darkness, the only sound their breathing and the distant hum of Paris outside the window.
Then she felt it. His lips brushing against her shoulder. Soft at first, barely there.
"Mmm..."
Sara shifted slightly, turning toward him. "You're insatiable," she whispered, but there was no complaint in her voice.
"Can you blame me?" Alex's voice was rough, still hoarse from earlier. His hand traced a lazy path down her side. "Look at you."
Sara shivered despite the warmth of the room. His fingers were gentle now, exploratory, like he was memorizing every curve.
"You keep talking like that and I might start believing you," she said softly.
"You should." Alex propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her in the dim light. "You're beautiful, Sara. Really beautiful."
Something in his voice made her chest tighten. It had been so long since someone looked at her like this. Like she mattered. Like she was more than just... there.
"Stop it," she said, but she was smiling. "You're going to make me blush."
"Too late." Alex leaned down, kissing her collarbone. Then her neck. Then the spot just below her ear that made her breath catch.
Mmm...
Sara's hands found his hair, fingers threading through it. "We should probably sleep," she murmured, even as her body was already responding to his touch.
"Probably," Alex agreed, his mouth still working its way across her skin. "But I'm not tired."
"Liar." Sara could feel him getting hard again against her thigh. "Your body's calling you out."
Alex chuckled, the sound vibrating against her throat. "Okay, maybe I'm not tired in the right way."
His hand slid down between her legs, fingers brushing lightly against her. Sara gasped, her hips lifting slightly.
"Still sensitive?" Alex asked, his voice taking on that darker edge.
"A little," Sara admitted. But even as she said it, she could feel herself getting wet again. Her body wanted more, even if it probably shouldn't.
Alex's fingers moved slowly, gently, just teasing. Not pushing. Just... there.
"Tell me if it's too much," he said.
Sara nodded, her breathing already getting heavier. "It's not... it's good. Just go slow."
"I can do slow."
And he did. His fingers worked in lazy circles, building her up gradually. No rush. No urgency. Just steady, patient pressure that made her toes curl.
Ahh...
Sara's hand reached down, wrapping around his cock. She stroked him slowly, matching his rhythm.
"Fuck, Sara..." Alex's voice was strained.
"What? I can't touch you?" She smiled in the darkness, her hand moving a little faster.
"I didn't say that." Alex's hips rocked into her hand. "Just... you're going to make me lose control."
"Good." Sara squeezed gently, feeling him throb in her palm. "I want you to lose control."
They stayed like that for a while, just touching each other. No talking. No joking. Just the sound of their breathing and the wet slide of skin on skin.
Sara could feel another orgasm building, but it was different this time. Slower. Deeper. Like a wave gathering far out at sea.
"Alex..." Her voice was barely a whisper.
"I know, baby. I got you."
His fingers moved inside her now, curling up to hit that spot that made her see stars. Sara's back arched, her hand tightening around his cock.
"Oh god... don't stop..."
Mmm... yes...
The orgasm rolled through her slowly this time, not the sharp burst from before but a long, rolling wave that left her trembling. She could hear herself making sounds - small, breathless noises she didn't even recognize.
When it finally subsided, she realized she'd stopped stroking him. "Sorry, I—"
"Don't apologize." Alex kissed her softly. "That was beautiful."
Sara felt tears prick at her eyes, though she wasn't sure why. Maybe because it had been so long since anyone made her feel like this. Maybe because she knew this couldn't last.
"I want you inside me again," she said quietly.
Alex reached for the nightstand, fumbling in the dark.
Rustle... tear...
Sara watched the shadow of him rolling on the condom, her body already aching for him.
When he settled between her legs, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
"Take your time," she whispered against his lips. "We've got all night."
Alex pushed inside her slowly, and Sara's breath caught. She was sore, sensitive, but it still felt incredible.
"Okay?" Alex asked, holding still.
"Perfect." Sara rocked her hips slightly. "Move. Please."
He did, but slowly. Long, deep strokes that made her feel every inch of him. No pounding. No urgency. Just steady, patient fucking that built the pressure inside her gradually.
Sara's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass.
Mmm... haa...
"You feel so good," Alex murmured into her neck. "So fucking good."
"Harder... a little harder..."
Alex picked up the pace slightly, his hips snapping against hers with more force. Sara could feel her breasts bouncing with each thrust, could feel his weight pressing her into the mattress.
Slap... slap... slap...
"Touch yourself," Alex said, his voice rough. "I want to watch you."
Sara's hand slid between their bodies, her fingers finding her clit. She rubbed in slow circles, matching his rhythm.
"Like this?"
"Fuck yes, just like that..."
Alex's thrusts became deeper, more deliberate. Sara could feel him hitting spots inside her that made her vision blur.
"I'm close," she gasped. "Alex, I'm—"
"Me too, baby. Let go."
Sara's orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her pussy clenched around him, her whole body going rigid as pleasure crashed through her.
"Oh fuck... oh fuck... Alex!"
Ahhh... yes!
Alex groaned, his rhythm breaking as he thrust deep and held there, his cock pulsing inside her.
Ungh... mmm...
They collapsed together, both of them shaking. Sara could feel his heart pounding against her chest, could feel him still twitching inside her.
"Jesus Christ," Alex breathed.
Sara laughed weakly. "I think I actually died that time."
"Same." Alex rolled to the side, pulling her with him so they stayed connected. "Give me... five minutes. Maybe ten."
"For what?"
"To recover." He kissed her forehead. "Because we're not done yet."
Sara groaned, but she was smiling. "You're going to kill me."
"What a way to go though."
They lay there in comfortable silence, their bodies cooling in the air-conditioned room. Sara's fingers traced lazy patterns on Alex's chest.
"Can I ask you something?" she said quietly.
"Sure."
"Why were you at that gala tonight? You seemed... I don't know. Out of place."
Alex was quiet for a moment. Sara could feel him tensing slightly.
"Work," he said finally. "Boring business stuff."
It wasn't the whole truth. Sara could tell. But she didn't push.
"Well, I'm glad you were there," she said. "Otherwise I wouldn't have met you."
"Yeah." Alex's arms tightened around her. "Me too."
They drifted for a while, somewhere between sleep and waking. Sara wasn't sure how much time passed before she felt Alex stirring against her again.
"Again?" she murmured, half asleep.
"Sorry." But he didn't sound sorry at all.
Sara smiled in the darkness. "Don't be sorry. Just... let me be on top this time. My legs are jelly."
"Deal."
Alex rolled onto his back, and Sara straddled him, taking her time. She was sore now, genuinely sore, but the ache felt good. Like proof that this was real.
She sank down onto him slowly, both of them groaning.
Mmm...
"Fuck, Sara..."
She started to move, rolling her hips in a slow grind. No bouncing. No wild riding. Just steady, deep movement that made them both gasp.
Alex's hands gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm. His thumb found her clit again, rubbing gentle circles.
"You're so wet," he murmured. "I can hear it."
Slick... slick... slick...
Sara could too. The wet sound of their bodies joining filled the quiet room. It should have been embarrassing, but it just made her wetter.
"Tell me what you want," Alex said, his eyes locked on hers.
"I want..." Sara bit her lip. "I want you to cum with me. I want to feel it."
"Keep riding me like that and you'll get your wish."
Sara picked up the pace slightly, her breasts bouncing as she moved. Alex's eyes were glued to them, his breathing getting heavier.
"Play with them," Sara said. "Touch my tits."
Alex's hands left her hips, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Sara cried out, her rhythm faltering.
"Yes... like that... pinch them harder..."
Ahh... mmm...
The combination of his cock inside her, his thumb on her clit, and his fingers on her nipples was too much. Sara felt herself building toward another orgasm, this one coming fast and hard.
"I'm gonna cum," she gasped. "Alex, I'm—"
"Do it. Cum on my cock."
Sara shattered, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him. She heard herself crying out, heard Alex groaning beneath her.
"Fuck, Sara, I'm cumming... I'm—"
Ungh... yes...
His hips bucked up into her, his cock throbbing as he came. Sara collapsed onto his chest, both of them trembling and gasping.
They stayed like that, connected, until Alex finally softened and slipped out. Sara rolled to the side, her whole body feeling like liquid.
"I can't move," she mumbled into the pillow.
"Me neither." Alex's hand found hers, their fingers linking. "I think you broke me."
Sara laughed weakly. "Pretty sure it was mutual."
"Worth it though."
"Definitely worth it."
They fell asleep like that, hands clasped, bodies close. And for a few hours, the rest of the world didn't exist.
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When Sara woke up, sunlight was streaming through the curtains. She could feel Alex behind her, his morning erection pressing insistently against her ass.
She smiled, wiggling back against him.
Mmm...
Alex groaned, his arm tightening around her waist. "You're evil," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"Good morning to you too," Sara whispered.
His hand slid down her stomach, between her legs. Sara was already wet - had been dreaming about him, apparently.
"Again?" Alex asked, but his fingers were already moving.
"You started it." Sara rocked back against him. "Your dick woke me up."
"Not my fault. It has a mind of its own around you."
Sara reached back, guiding him inside her. They both groaned as he slid in easily.
"Fuck, you're so wet..."
They moved together slowly, barely awake, their bodies fitting together perfectly. This wasn't the frantic fucking from last night. This was something else. Something softer.
Sara's hand covered Alex's on her hip, their fingers linking as he rocked into her from behind.
Mmm... haa...
"This feels good," Sara murmured. "Really good."
"Yeah." Alex's lips found her shoulder. "It does."
They moved together in lazy synchronization, building slowly. No rush. No urgency. Just two bodies seeking pleasure in the morning light.
When Sara came, it was gentle. A soft wave that made her sigh rather than scream. Alex followed soon after, his breath hot against her neck.
They lay there, still connected, as the room grew brighter.
"I have to go soon," Sara said quietly. "My shift starts at noon."
"I know." Alex's arms tightened around her. "Just... a few more minutes."
"A few more minutes," Sara agreed.
But those minutes turned into half an hour, and that half hour turned into another round in the shower, pressed against the tiles with water cascading over them.
By the time Sara was dressed and ready to leave, they were both exhausted and satisfied, and the sun was high in the sky.
"When can I see you again?" Alex asked, watching her button her coat.
Sara kissed him softly. "Soon. I promise."
"Tonight?"
"I have to work. But..." She bit her lip. "Maybe tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow." Alex pulled her close one more time. "I'll be counting the minutes."
Sara laughed. "So dramatic."
"You inspire it."
They kissed one more time at the door, long and deep, before Sara finally pulled away.
As she walked down the hotel hallway, she could still feel him inside her, could still smell him on her skin.
And she couldn't stop smiling.