For the build up to the action, please see Part 1 (the meeting) and Part 2 (the foreplay).
…And now the conclusion.
He pulls me unsteadily to my feet; his lips lustfully search my neck, his mouth hot on my collarbone. As soon as he started, he backs off and pulls me with him towards a breakfast table in the middle of the floor. Like the rest of the balcony, it’s solid and well-constructed. Before I fully realize what he’s doing, I find myself positioned by his hands. He bends me forward over the light varnished wood so my nipples press against the surface. He smooths his palms over my ass. The touch of his skin is electric. My hips shift back instinctively. I want more of him.