Playing safe

At night, Meg lay awake in her luxurious hotel room, her mind racing. The plush king-sized bed felt empty. She pulled the silky sheets tighter around her naked body.

As she replayed the events of the day, heat bloomed in her cheeks and between her thighs. The way James had looked at her across the conference room, his eyes dark with barely concealed hunger. How he'd pulled her into that supply closet during a break, roughly hitching up her skirt and pinning her against the wall. The feeling of his hot breath on her neck as he whispered filthy promises in her ear.

Meg squirmed restlessly, arousal pooling in her belly at the vivid memories. She couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her each time James had spilled inside her unprotected body. There was something dangerously exciting about being taken so completely by him, without any barriers or protection.

But as much as she craved his touch and the electrifying pleasure he gave her, Meg knew she couldn't continue down this path. She was a respectable working woman with a successful career and a reputation to uphold. Getting involved with James could jeopardize everything she had worked so hard for.

But even as she scolded herself for being reckless and foolish, Meg couldn't ignore the insistent ache between her thighs begging for release.

With a frustrated sigh, she reached down to relieve some of the tension herself. But before she could even touch herself, there was a knock on the door.

Meg's heart skipped a beat as she scrambled to cover herself with the sheet. Could it be James? Had he come back for more? Her mind raced with possibilities as she made her way cautiously to the door.

Meg's heart raced as she opened the door, revealing James standing there in rumpled business attire, his tie loosened and hair disheveled. His eyes raked hungrily over her sheet-clad form.

"I couldn't stay away," he growled, pushing into the room and kicking the door shut behind him. In an instant, he had Meg pinned against the wall, his lips crashing down on hers in a searing kiss.

She melted into him, all thoughts of propriety fleeing her mind as desire took over. James' hands roamed her body, caressing and teasing as he ground his hips against hers. Meg could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her belly.

"I need you," James rasped, trailing hot kisses down her neck. "Right now."

In one swift motion, he lifted Meg and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before joining her. Their bodies tangled together in a frenzy of hands and lips, their moans mingling as their pleasure built.

Meg's heart raced as James carried her to the bed, but a flicker of reason cut through her desire. She placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back.

"Wait," she said breathlessly. "We need to be more careful this time."

James groaned, his eyes dark with lust. "You're right. I'll pull out, I promise."

Meg shook her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. "No, I don’t think you will. I want to be on top this time."

James' eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he nodded eagerly. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching hungrily as Meg let the sheet fall away from her body. She straddled his lap, relishing the feeling of his hardness pressed against her core.

"You're not allowed to cum inside me this time," she whispered.

She lowered herself onto him with a moan. As James filled her completely, they both gasped at the intense pleasure coursing through their bodies.

Meg began to move slowly on top of him, her hips grinding against his in a steady rhythm. James' hands roamed over her body, caressing and squeezing as their passion built higher and higher.

"You feel so good," James moaned, his head falling back against the pillows as Meg quickened her pace.

Their lovemaking was rough and urgent, fueled by of pent-up desire and unrestrained by any inhibitions. With each thrust of their bodies, they moved closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"I'm close," Meg breathed out, her body trembling with arousal.

As Meg's climax approached, James pulled her close, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced as he swallowed her moans of pleasure. She ground down harder, chasing her release.

"That's it, Meg," James murmured against her lips. "Cum for me."

His words pushed her over the edge. Meg's body tensed, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around James' thick shaft. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her as she cried out in rapture.

James held her tightly, kissing her deeply as she rode out her orgasm. He drank in her gasps and whimpers, savoring every tremor that wracked her body. His hips jerked upwards, driving himself deeper as Meg's silken heat pulsed around him.

Meg's body trembled with aftershocks as her climax slowly subsided. She collapsed against James' chest, panting heavily. But even as she tried to catch her breath, she felt James' cock twitch inside her, reminding her of his state.

James' hands gripped her hips tightly as he thrust up into her, chasing his own release. Meg gasped, oversensitive nerve endings sparking with pleasure. She knew she should lift herself off him, should keep her word of not letting him finish inside her. But her limbs felt heavy, her mind hazy with lingering ecstasy.

She felt his cock swell, throbbing insistently within her. Meg's inner walls clenched instinctively around him, drawing a guttural moan from James. His grip on her hips tightened further, almost painfully, and he bucked up into her one final time, his cock pounding deep inside her.

"Oh fuck..." he panted, his voice breaking.

Meg could feel the warmth spreading inside her, the thick liquid filling her as James came hard. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The sensation was overwhelming, a raw, intense thrill that made her entire body quiver. She could feel every pulse of his release, each spurt of his seed sending a jolt of pleasure through her sensitive flesh.

James' hands relaxed their grip on her hips, sliding down to cup her ass as he held her close. He pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. Meg leaned back slightly, looking up at him with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

"You okay?" James asked, his voice softer now.

Meg nodded, unable to find the words to express just how okay she was. The room was spinning slightly, the world reduced to the sensations between her legs and the man holding her. She felt completely spent, yet utterly fulfilled.

"Stay with me," James murmured, his hands still gently massaging her ass. "Just for a little while longer."

Meg bit her lip, considering his request. The thought of moving, of ending this perfect moment, seemed unbearable. She shifted slightly, trying to gauge how much strength she had left.

"I don't think I can move right now," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

James smiled, a hint of relief in his eyes. "Then stay," he repeated, his tone firm but gentle.

Meg nodded, sinking back against him. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his still-hard cock nestled inside her, the warmth of his body pressed against hers. They lay there in silence, the only sounds the soft rustle of sheets and the occasional hitch in their breathing.