The ninth floor

City two. Different man. I booked the room myself on the ninth floor, high enough that the street is a theory. Giles is forty-nine. He came up because I gave him the number after one drink, and because he could say my terms back to me without adding a breakfast for two. I have no husband. Seymour does not get this city. I stood at the window in the black coat and turtleneck, silver pixie, heels off already on the carpet, and I let Giles look at the clothed version against the glass. City below. Me decided. Then I turned around and told him the order.

I sucked his cock first, on my knees on a towel, unhurried, lipstick fading on purpose. I like the weight of a cock on my tongue when I am not in a hurry. I got him wet and hard and close, and then I stopped, because the first cum was going in my cunt. I rode him on the bed, coat off, turtleneck still on, his cock deep, my hands on his chest so the pace stayed mine. I rubbed my clit and came once in the saddle, a rich squeeze, my cunt fluttering around him. I told him to cum in me. He grabbed my hips and came, heat flooding, and I sat on his cock after so I could feel it and so he could see my face while he softened. I rocked, not chasing a show, just feeling cum in my cunt and the dull sweet ache of the ride. I told him city one had been another man and that he did not get to be curious past that fact. He said he was not curious. Good. I fucked myself on him a little longer, slow, clit under my fingers, and I came again before round two, a softer one, my cunt fluttering, my mouth at his ear telling him not to cum again yet. I am extremely clear and I am also extremely fond of that moment.

We rested. Water. No talk about what this was. It was a fuck. When his cock was hard again I got on my elbows and told him behind, and not inside this time. He fucked my cunt until I was noisy, then I told him ass, meaning cum on it, not in it. He pulled out and came across my ass in thick stripes, cock in his hand, a groan I enjoyed. I looked back at the mess and approved it. I wiped with the towel. I did not offer the shower as anything but a place he could rinse his hands. He rinsed. He left.

I ordered breakfast for one. Eggs, coffee, a newspaper I did not finish. The city was still below the window. My cunt was pleasantly used and empty and mine. I do not collect men across hotels. I collect nights, and this one was finished before the tray arrived.