The door clicked shut behind me, and before I could even take a breath, her lips were on mine. Hard, hungry, and urgent. Her hands clawed at my shoulders, pulling me deeper into the kiss, and I could feel the heat radiating off her body, even through her thin silk robe. I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as she let out a muffled moan against my mouth.

“Where’s the bedroom?” I growled, my voice low and thick with desire.

She pointed down the hall, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. I carried her, her weight barely registering as my heart pounded in my chest. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, and the bed was unmade, the sheets tangled and inviting. I laid her down gently, her eyes locked on mine, dark and full of unspoken promises.

I didn’t waste time. My fingers found the tie of her robe, and with a single tug, it fell open, exposing her bare skin. She was just as I remembered—soft, warm, and utterly irresistible. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her breasts. She arched into my touch, her breathing hitching as my lips followed the same path, kissing and nipping at her skin.

When I reached her stomach, I paused, my palm pressing firmly against her as she writhed beneath me. “Stay still,” I commanded, my voice rough with need. She nodded, her hands gripping the sheets as I moved lower, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

She let out a sharp cry when my tongue finally found her, her back arching off the bed as I tasted her. She was sweet, addicting, and I couldn’t get enough. I teased her, alternating between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, flickering motions that had her trembling. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel her body tensing, ready to shatter.

“I’m—oh god, I’m going to—” Her voice broke, and I didn’t let up, driving her over the edge with relentless precision. She came with a scream, her body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I didn’t stop, not even when she begged me to, not until she had come again, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Finally, I pulled back, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. She was a mess, her hair tangled, her skin flushed, and her chest heaving. But she wasn’t done yet. She pushed herself up on shaky arms, her eyes locking on mine as she reached for the waistband of my pants.

“Your turn,” she whispered, her voice husky and filled with promise.

I let her undress me, her hands trembling as she pushed my pants down and took me in her hand. I was already hard, aching for her, and when her lips wrapped around me, I nearly lost it. She was tentative at first, her tongue exploring every inch of me, but as she grew more confident, her movements became more frantic, more desperate.

I couldn’t take it. I grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up and onto me in one fluid motion. She let out a startled gasp, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I thrust into her, hard and deep. She cried out, her nails digging into my skin as I moved, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.

Her head fell back, her dark hair cascading down her back as she moaned, her body trembling with each movement. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was lost in her, in the way she felt around me, in the way she moaned my name. I wanted to see her face when she came, wanted to watch her fall apart beneath me. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Look at me,” I demanded, my voice rough and commanding. “I want to see you.”

Her eyes met mine, dark and filled with desire, and I watched as she came undone, her body convulsing around me as she screamed my name. It was too much. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, my own release crashing over me with such intensity that I nearly blacked out.

But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Even as we both gasped for breath, my body refused to let go of her. I lifted her again, pressing her against the wall as I continued to move, each thrust driving her closer to yet another climax. She cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably as she came again, her nails raking down my back in desperation.

Finally, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies tangled and exhausted. She curled up against me, her head resting on my chest as we both struggled to catch our breath. The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

We slept for what felt like hours, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sheets. But all too soon, the real world intruded. Her alarm went off, a shrill, insistent sound that had us both groaning in protest. She reached over to turn it off, her body heavy with exhaustion.

“I have to pick up the kids,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with regret.

I kissed her, slow and lingering, before pulling back and looking into her eyes. “Saturday,” I said, my voice firm. “Redwood Forest. Early morning.”
She smiled, her eyes lighting up with excitement even as a hint of guilt flickered in their depths. “I’ll be ready.”

I kissed her one last time before getting dressed and slipping out the door. As I walked back to my car, my mind was already racing ahead to Saturday, to the promise of more stolen moments, more forbidden pleasures. But for now, I had to wait. The countdown had begun.