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Knox held her tight through it, rocking up gently. “Good girl. So damn good for me.” When she went boneless, he rolled them once more, spooning behind her.

He lifted her top leg, sliding back inside in one smooth thrust. The position felt incredibly intimate—his chest warm against her back, arm wrapped around her waist, hand splayed over her stomach.

“Ahh… yes,” Kendra sighed, reaching back to thread her fingers through his hair. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, starting with long, sensual strokes that made her melt.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered hotly against her ear. “Let go as many times as you want.” His fingers found her clit, circling slowly at first, building pressure as his thrusts deepened.

The pleasure this time was a slow, sweet burn spreading through her whole body.

Kendra pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. “Harder, Knox."

" Please fuck me harder, I need more.”

He gave it to her, hips snapping forward with more force, the slap of skin loud in the room. His free hand slid up to tease her breasts, pinching lightly. “Like this? You love getting fucked like this, don’t you? Even though we just met.”

The words sent a fresh thrill through her. It was true—they were basically strangers. But the anonymity made it hotter, freer.

“Yes—god, yes. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His fingers worked her clit faster, thrusts steady and deep. Another orgasm rolled through her, long and shuddering.

“Man!” She came with a broken moan, body tensing then releasing completely in his arms.

Knox groaned, burying himself deep as he followed her, hot pulses filling her.

“Fuck, Kendra…” They stayed locked together, rocking through the aftershocks, breaths ragged.

After a few quiet minutes, he pulled out carefully and turned her to face him, pulling her close. He stroked her hair, her back, pressing gentle kisses to her temple.

“You okay?” he asked softly. “That was… intense.”

“More than okay,” she whispered, a small laugh escaping. Tears—cathartic and unexpected—slipped down her cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb, kissing the trails.

They lay tangled, catching their breath. The city lights filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows. Kendra traced lazy patterns on his chest, feeling the sweat cooling on their skin. She felt a little shy now that the haze was lifting, but the way he held her made it easy.

“I don’t usually do this,” she admitted quietly.

“Neither do I,” Knox said, his fingers combing through her hair. “But I’m not complaining. You’re… something else.”

The silence stretched comfortably for a while, but the spark between them hadn’t died. Kendra shifted, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, then lower. Her hand slid down his stomach, finding him half-hard again. She stroked him slowly, feeling him thicken under her touch.

“Round two already?” he teased, voice husky.

“If you’re up for it.” She smiled against his skin, then took him into her mouth, tasting the mix of them. Knox hissed, his hand gently tangling in her hair.

“Ahh shit… your mouth feels amazing.” She worked him with slow, devoted licks and sucks until he was fully hard, breathing ragged.

Kendra climbed back on, this time facing away like a reverse cowgirl. She sank down with a shared moan, the new angle letting her control everything.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, hands on her hips, watching where they joined. He thrust up to meet her as she started moving, one hand reaching around to rub her clit.

The pace turned frantic again. Kendra braced on his thighs, rising and falling faster, moans spilling freely.

Another climax built quickly.

“I’m close but don’t fucking stop!”

“Come on, baby. Come all over me again,” he growled, fingers flying over her swollen clit.

She shattered with a sharp cry, body shaking. Knox flipped her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders. The position folded her in half, letting him drive even deeper with powerful strokes.

“God, Kendra… you feel so fucking good. So tight,” he panted, sweat dripping down his chest. His thrusts grew erratic, chasing release.

“Gonna fill you again.”

“Yes! yes! Come inside me, Knox.”

With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing hotly inside her. They collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, limbs tangled.

Later, as the sky outside began to lighten toward dawn, they lay facing each other, exchanging lazy kisses and soft touches. The intensity had shifted into something tender. Knox traced a finger along her jaw.

“Still can’t believe we’re here,” he said with a half-smile. “I walked into that bar for a quiet drink after a long flight. Ended up with you.”

Kendra laughed softly. “Best decision I’ve made in months.” She nestled closer, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

For two people who barely knew each other, the connection felt surprisingly real. No pressure, no expectations, just raw chemistry and a night they’d both remember.

They talked quietly about small things, her terrible week at work, his recent move to the city, while their hands continued gentle exploration.

Another slow, lazy round followed, full of whispered curses and lingering touches, until exhaustion finally pulled them under.

When Kendra woke a couple hours later, Knox was still holding her, his arm draped possessively over her waist. She smiled into the pillow. Whatever happened after they left this room, tonight had been exactly what she needed.