Penpals

They'd written each other for years. Now the letters lay scattered across the hotel floor, forgotten the moment the door clicked shut. Nikol steps in first. Valerie shuts the door behind her with her back. Neither speaks. The air between them is already heavy. He takes her coat off her shoulders and lets it fall. She watches his hands work the buttons of her blouse, slow, precise. When he slips it open, her bra is the only thing left between his mouth and her skin. He leans down. She feels the heat of his breath before the kiss. Valerie pulls at his belt, impatient now. He unfastens her skirt, pushes it down her hips. Silk panties follow. She stands bare in front of him, breathing fast. He drops to his knees, parts her legs with both hands, and puts his mouth on her. She grips his hair. Her knees shake. He licks her slowly at first, then deeper, tasting every inch. She comes against his tongue once, sharp and sudden, then again when he slips two fingers inside her and curls them just right. She drags him up by his collar. They kiss hard. She can taste herself on his lips. She frees his cock from his trousers and strokes it, firm and slow. He groans low in his throat. Then he lifts her. She wraps her legs around him. He presses her back against the wall and pushes inside in one steady thrust. They fuck like that, standing, his hips snapping up into her, her nails digging into his shoulders. Sweat slides down his spine. Her cunt tightens around him with every stroke. She comes again, biting his neck to keep from crying out. He follows seconds later, buried deep, pulsing hot inside her. After, they stay pressed together, breathing hard, still joined. His forehead rests against hers. Outside, the city moves on. Inside, nothing else exists.