In heat

The city heat hit hard that night. A blonde caught a man’s eye across a crowded bar, and twenty minutes later they were in her hotel room tearing at each other. No names exchanged, just skin and sweat. She dropped to her knees, took him in her mouth, letting him slide deep while her tongue worked every inch. He groaned, hips rocking, fingers tangled in her hair. Then he spun her, bent her over the bed, and pressed in from behind. When he moved lower, slick and insistent, she spread wider for him. The first slow push made her gasp; the second drew a filthy moan. He took her like that, steady and deep, stretching her open, her pale skin flushed against his darker hands. She pushed back, greedy for every thrust, until the rhythm turned raw and relentless. Outside the window the night pulsed with neon and traffic, but inside nothing existed but the slap of bodies, the wet sounds of her pleasure, and the raw heat of a single summer night.