His hands were all over my body. I shiver and moan feeling his hand slip up into my shirt, while his other caressed my face. I inhaled sharply when his hand grabbed my right breast tightly. I wrap my arms a little tighter around his neck as I play with his hair. He moves his other hand to my hair and suddenly tilts my head back sharply. He kisses my very thoroughly. I hear a mumbled, "I need you now," and I smile to myself a bit. He thinks he is going to be the one in control. However, I have other plans. I'm the only one allowed to be in control.

He slowly guides me over to the bed while pulling my shirt over my head at the same time. When we reach the bed, I slide my skirt off then proceed to help him remove his clothes as well. I pull his shirt off and kiss his neck, licking and sucking my way to his ear where I nibble lightly and whisper dirty things. He is groaning and trying to rush me at this point. I slide my hand to cup the bulge in his pants, I squeeze lightly and I feel him grow harder. I grin wickedly as I very slowly unbotton his pants and pull them down. I push him back onto the bed and crouch on all fours above him. His hands reach up to cup my breasts and I throw my head back and moan loudly. He leans up to lick them a bit but I push him back down. I give him a heated kiss then slowly kiss my way down his body. Needless to say, I was in control.

I left him sleeping in the shitty motel. I didn't waste my time with a note, all I wanted was sex and he knew it. I make it very clear I don't want or need a relationship.

45 minutes later I'm at home, sound asleep in my own bed.