I was alone in Room 902. The TV was set to CNN even though I don’t watch that shit. It was just background noise to distract my brain from focusing on the fact that he wasn’t here.
I get up from the bed and turn on the claw-footed bath. As the tub fills with steam and water, I can’t help but think back to the last time I saw him. I could still hear his gasps and moans as I wrapped my hands around his cock. I could still feel his fingers anxiously sliding into my soaking wet pussy. I reach down and feel the wetness now dripping down my thighs. *Fuck! The tub’s still running.* I shut it off, then slowly lower myself in. I close my eyes and again, I start to drift off.
I almost fall asleep when I hear a soft knock at the door. I look at my phone and it’s 11:52pm. I wasn’t expecting company. I get up and wrap myself in a black silk robe, still dripping from head to toe. I open the door and to my surprise, it’s him. We smile, and without saying a word he walks towards me as I step backwards into the room. We’re now face to face as I’m falling backwards onto the bed. He kisses me hard as he opens my robe, hands running over every inch of my skin. I slide my hands underneath his shirt, helping him get fully undressed. Finally, we had a bed and time.