The door clicks shut and the temperature in the room starts to rise. City lights leak through the curtains, reflecting off muscle, skin, and the mirror by the bed. He moves with quiet confidence, all strength and intent, backing me up until I'm on my knees sucking his hard beautiful cock. There is no small talk. Just hands, weight, breath, and that unmistakable tension that builds when two bodies collide. He carries me to the bed and gets my ass opened up in doggy style. I climb on top of him and ride him deeper than anyone has gone before. And then flipped over so I can stare into my eyes while railing me harder and deeper and cumming all over my face. The sheets twist. The headboard knocks softly against the wall. Every touch feels urgent, claiming, unapologetic. I let myself be handled, pressed into the bed, pulled close again. The world outside the room disappears. The sign on the door stays on Do not Disturb all night.