
It was in the very early hours of New Year’s Day 2020 when we fell into bed together.
A hot, tangled mess of sparkles and seduction.
We’d met just that evening on a river cruise along the Danube. With dark hair and a brooding grin, he was sexy and suave in the way only European men know how.
And the moment we locked eyes across the dancefloor, I knew we’d be going home together.
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By the time we rode the lift to his hotel room, we could barely keep our hands off each other. Not even the elevator’s CCTV was enough to deter us.
As we made our way across the darkened suite, clothes were ripped off and tossed aside without a second thought.
After lifting my pink sequined dress above my head, he launched for my nipples, sucking them up as we knocked into the couch. Collapsing over the sofa’s arm, I landed on top of him, as our pelvises collided.
Long, hard and thick, I felt him beneath me, as I began to grind back and forth across his skin.