The two of you have sex

She reaches up, her hands sliding over the rich fabric of your cloak, and cups your face. She pulls you down into a deep, lingering kiss. Her lips are soft, tasting of the spiced wine she drank downstairs, but there is a hunger in her touch that matches your own. You respond instantly, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her firmly against your chest.

The two of you move toward the large bed in the corner of the room, leaving the parchment on the table beneath the flickering candlelight. There is no rush, no frantic tearing of clothes. You begin to undress her slowly, savoring the anticipation. As the layers of her faded silk dress fall away, her mature, shapely figure is exposed to the soft glow of the fire. She is a woman in her early forties, with full curves and an air of confidence that only comes with experience.

When you slide beneath the heavy wool blankets with her, Heidi immediately uses her extensive knowledge of the flesh to guide the encounter. Having spent her youth in the trade, she knows exactly how to prolong the enjoyment, how to touch and move to maximize every sensation. Her fingers trace the muscles of your back, her lips finding the sensitive skin along your neck, drawing sharp gasps from your throat. She slows the tempo when the heat threatens to overwhelm you, teasing you until you are burning with a feverish need to possess her.

As you finally position yourself between her thighs and guide yourself into her wet pussy, you are met with an unexpected resistance. You feel how remarkably tight she is around you.

"You really haven't had a man for a long time, have you?" you growl, the pleasure of her tight embrace almost too much to bear.

Heidi groans against your chest, her hips tilting up to welcome you fully.

"I told you... I am the mistress of the house, not one of the girls. I haven't let a man inside me in years."

The two of you lose yourselves in the rhythm of the act. It is not the frantic, meaningless coupling of the tavern floor, but a deep, resonant sharing of pleasure. Heidi is wanton beneath you, her experience allowing her to match your movements perfectly, archiving an intense harmony. She arches her back, pulling you down so that your chest presses against her breasts, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist to draw you as deep as possible.

"Deep in me," she whispers breathlessly, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "Take everything, milord. Make sure I remember what it feels like to be completely filled."

At that incitement, you feel yourself approaching climax.