I closed my eyes, deepening the rhythm of our kiss, savoring every response from Mikayla. Feeling welcomed, my lips began to trail down to her neck, and my hand slowly moved up, brushing against her warm, smooth thigh.
Mikayla squirmed slightly, her voice dripping with temptation.
"You really know how to make me lose control..."
She writhed again, responding to my kiss more wildly, making my heart race. We could no longer hold back, though the occasional knocking on the bathroom door interrupted our moment.
"Heh, is someone there? We need to use the bathroom!" someone outside knocked again, sounding irritated.
I chuckled softly, glancing at Mikayla whose face had already turned red. "Looks like we need somewhere... more comfortable."
She just gave a playful smile, her eyes half-closed, lips slightly trembling. Without hesitation, I led her out of the bathroom and into the hotel room I had reserved. There, undisturbed, we let ourselves be consumed by burning desire. Every touch felt so real, so alive. The little sounds she made were like a beautiful melody, pulling me deeper into the moment.
Sweat began to trickle down her body, but I didn’t want a single drop to go to waste. Her silky hair felt like strands of soft silk in my fingers. We explored different positions, as if we were limitless, until exhaustion finally crept over me. My stomach and thighs started to ache, but I felt content, as if the beauty of this moment outweighed any fatigue.
Mikayla was still slightly drunk, but that only fueled my desire further. I kissed her again, my hands gently squeezing her body, and she moaned softly, her voice like a sweet song echoing in my room.
"Ah..." she sighed again, her breath heavy yet full of passion.
