When I opened the hotel door and saw him standing there, the heat hit instantly. His accent, his energy, that thick curve — it didn’t take long before we were inside, bodies pressed together and the bed starting to shake. What began as slow, hungry chemistry turned rough fast, my legs pinned and hips lifted while I took every inch, breath knocked out of me again and again. Hubby stays close, catching every slick angle and close-up as the pace shifts from controlled to primal and the orgasms start stacking until I lose count. By the end, he pulls out and leaves his mess all over my body, both of us breathless, sweaty, and completely spent.