It was inappropriate. It was immoral. It was just plain wrong. They shouldn’t have talked or met, let alone in a hotel room. Mr and Mrs Smith. How predictable. And yet, here they were, staring at each other. Both with the same desires and needs. The same concerns and doubts. Nothing had happened yet. There was still time to turn around and walk away. The longer they stood in that room the less likely that would be.

She knew exactly what he wanted right now. His eyes had that animalistic fire in them she had seen in him before. His wild urge was beating down any reservations he had in his own mind. She dropped to her knees and slowly pulled down his zipper. Her eyes never left his. With an approving raise of his eyebrow he watched her reach inside his pants.

His eyes closed as her lips touched him. Her mouth was warm and moist. It felt just as he had imagined. She slowly started to move her lips and hand making his entire body tense up. He cupped her face in his hands as she increased her movements. His breathing accelerated in rhythm with his hip thrusts. She looked up at him when she felt his release, never once taking her mouth or eyes off him.

Oh, it was so wrong what they did. There was room being made in the fires of hell for them right this very moment. He pulled her up and with that never dying fire in his eyes kissed her passionately, tasting himself on her lips. It was his way of saying, take my hand and let’s walk into the flames together!

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