He didn't speak when she walked in.
Not at first.
He stood near the window of the boutique hotel room, watching the city lights flicker across the skyline. Early twenties, maybe. Lean, with dark hair that hung slightly over his brow, a button-up shirt he hadn't ironed, and shoes that didn't quite match his outfit.
Mika had seen all types — confident executives, dominant artists, bored husbands. But this was different.
His name was Noah. First-timer. Booked under his real name, probably. Everything about him was hesitant, like he wanted to vanish into the wall.
She closed the door gently. "Hi."
He turned slowly. His eyes met hers — wide, uncertain, and filled with something she hadn't seen in a while: awe.
"I'm Mika," she said softly.
He nodded. Then looked down, flushing.
She stepped closer. "First time?"
He nodded again.
She touched his hand. He tensed at first — then relaxed as her fingers slid over his. She smiled.
"Let me take care of you."
He didn't ask for anything. Didn't request an outfit, a name, a roleplay. He simply stood there as Mika slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. Her fingers brushed over his skin — warm, nervous, tight with anticipation.
When she peeled the fabric off his shoulders, he shivered.
"Lie down," she whispered.
He obeyed.
She undressed herself at the foot of the bed. Slowly. Purposefully. Letting him watch. She made every motion an invitation — the arch of her back as she slid her skirt off, the roll of her hips as she stepped out of her panties.
By the time she straddled his hips, he was hard.
Very hard.
She leaned forward and kissed him — soft at first, just lips. Then deeper, her tongue brushing against his. He kissed her like he didn't know how — or hadn't done it in years. But he tasted like want. Raw, hungry, uncertain.
Mika moaned into his mouth and felt his whole body respond.
She slid down between his legs, kissed along his stomach, and watched him gasp as her breath tickled the head of his cock.
"Do you want me to?" she whispered.
He nodded.
"Use your words."
"…Yes," he breathed. "Please."
She smiled.
Her tongue flicked the tip first, teasing him with just a taste. His cock twitched in response. She licked slowly down the shaft, kissing it like it was delicate — then took the head into her mouth, sucking gently.
Noah moaned.
Loudly.
His hands clenched the sheets.
Mika worked him slowly, drawing him into her mouth inch by inch. Her lips sealed around him. Her tongue flattened underneath, guiding the rhythm. She looked up at him as she sucked — his eyes were wide open, fixed on her.
"Fuck… Mika…"
She moaned softly around his cock, letting the vibration travel through him. He shuddered.
She took him deeper, saliva dripping from her lips. One hand stroked the base. The other cupped his balls gently. He was panting now — his hips twitching, holding back instinctive thrusts.
She let him fall from her mouth with a wet pop.
"Don't come yet," she said. "Not until you're inside me."
He looked like he might cry from how much he wanted her.
She climbed back over him, kissed him again, and guided him to her entrance.
The first press was slow. Careful. Mika gasped as he filled her inch by inch — thick, hot, pulsing. He grabbed her hips with both hands, trembling.
"Jesus… you're tight…"
She slid down fully, moaning into his ear. "You feel so good…"
They stayed still at first — her wrapped around him, his cock buried deep inside, both of them shaking.
Then she began to move.
She rode him slowly, hips rolling in smooth, controlled circles. Her wetness coated him. Every thrust sent shivers through her. His hands grabbed her ass, squeezing as she moved faster, bouncing now.
Their moans filled the room.
"Fuck, Mika… I—I can't—"
"You're not coming yet," she said. "You're going to make me come first."
She ground her clit against his pelvis, moving in tight, rhythmic circles. Her breathing quickened. Her thighs started to tremble. The orgasm was coming fast — her body clenching around his cock, deeper and deeper—
Then it hit.
She cried out, head thrown back, hips grinding hard against him as the orgasm surged through her. Her walls pulsed around him, wet and tight.
Only then did she lean in and whisper, "Now."
Noah groaned — long and helpless — as he erupted inside her, his entire body arching. He held her close, as if afraid she'd disappear.
They stayed like that for a long time. Bodies pressed together. Breath slowing. Her fingers running through his hair.
When she started to move off him, he reached for her wrist.
"Can you… stay?" he asked, voice barely audible.
She looked into his eyes.
She nodded.
And lay beside him until he fell asleep.