"Fuck me," I whispered as he slid his cock into me.
"Anything for you, babe," Jeff responded, his eyes locked on mine, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that had me panting for more.
We'd met at a conference in Chicago, and after a few drinks at the bar, we found ourselves in the elevator heading to our room. We were both a little tipsy, but I was completely sober enough to know what I wanted--him, on me, in me, with me.
"Harder, Jeff," I said, digging my fingernails into his shoulders and encouraging him to go deeper.
"Like that?" He grinned down at me and picked up his pace, slamming into me over and over. I gasped at the sensation, loving every second of it. "God, you're beautiful," he muttered. "So gorgeous, so sexy."
"Please..." I wanted to come so badly, but I couldn't get there with him just fucking me. I needed more. "Can you touch my clit?" I asked.
He reached down between us, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in quick little circles. "Does that feel good? Do you want to come for me, baby?"
I nodded and bit my lip. "Yes, please."
"That's it, baby, come for me," he whispered, his mouth moving down my neck. My toes curled and I exploded around him, my pussy squeezing his cock and milking him. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight." He moaned and let himself go, pushing into me and coming hard.
I smiled up at him. "You're not bad yourself."
He pulled out and rolled off to my right, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Glad to hear that," he said with a grin. "We should do this again sometime." He leaned over and kissed my shoulder.
I nodded. "Definitely."
"What do you want to do first? Sleep or order food?" He leaned up on his elbow. "And then maybe we can go another round."
"Ummmm, I could go for both," I said with a laugh. "Why don't you go order some food and I'll get some sleep? Maybe a nap and we can round two when the food gets here?"
"Sounds good to me," Jeff said, and he grabbed the phone. "What do you want? Should I just get a bunch of stuff?"
"Sure," I said as I rolled over onto my side and closed my eyes. "A salad, maybe some fries, a burger, a chicken sandwich, that sounds good." I drifted off as he ordered our food.
* * *
I woke to my cell phone buzzing on the nightstand. It was my husband calling to check in. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand; it was close to six. Shit, how long had I been asleep?
"Hey, honey," I answered.
"Hi," he responded. "How's the trip going?"
"It's fine," I said. "How are you?"
"It's good, just busy at work."
"Okay, how much longer?" I asked. We'd been talking about having another kid, and I wanted to start trying soon.
"Maybe another week? Two weeks? I don't know." He sighed. "Sorry. I'll do better when you get back."
"It's okay," I said. "I'm just a little tired." I thought about Jeff lying in the bed with me. "But the conference is going well. Met some good contacts." I wanted him to feel good about this trip, and I wanted him to think that everything was going well.
"Glad to hear that, baby." He paused. "I miss you."
I smiled and leaned over to where Jeff was lying. "I miss you too, honey." I touched Jeff's hip and he looked at me, a question on his face. "My husband," I mouthed. He nodded.
"Do you want to try and video chat when I get home from work? We could talk before you go to bed," my husband said.