Embassy Suites

I spotted him across the room.
Tonight he would be my conquest.
I slowly made my way to where he was seated.
Ignited inchoate conversation
"how are you's"
Morphed into "meet me in room 413"
He swallowed my vulgarity with ease.
I let my scent leave a trail of yearning
Straight to his groin.
relished in his weakness for me
Anticipated strength knocking me off axis.
Left hotel door slightly ajar
I undressed.
Meticulously removed my undergarments
As he walked in the room.
Our passion filled the air
His musk intensified my longing.
My eyes implored him to touch me
Explore my body in ways that would leave me twitching for more.
He kissed the inside of my wrist
Flicked his tongue on my arm.
I let out a sharp sigh.
Frustration evident in my pant.
I wanted to be fucked.
Tonight I wasn't in the market to be handled lightly.
I longed to be pounded with his gavel
Deemed guilty for my desires.
I clawed at his clothes
Consumed with passion.
I wasn't sure what came over me
Yet I placed his manhood in me  
His girth stretched my insides until he pounded the surface of my abdomen.
Fucking him made me more woman than object.
More prize than possession.
He moved expertly
We met pump for pump
His stroke left me in shivers
I gyrated against his lascivious desires
While our mouths chanted hyperbolic promises.
Anything beyond this room proved to be too much to handle.
As strangers, we found a familiarity
While being husband and wife drenched us in demise.  
Together we climaxed
Basking in our fluids
We nuzzled closer into one another.
"Next time, let's book embassy suites"
I whispered before falling asleep
Already smiling at the next encounter.