They slipped away from the bustling ballroom, the echoes of laughter and clinking glasses fading behind them as they stepped into the quiet hallway.
The party had been a whirlwind of lights and conversations, but now, with the alcohol buzzing in their veins, all that mattered was the heat building between them.
Seraphina's hand was tucked into Callista's, their fingers intertwined in a way that felt both new and inevitable.
The elevator ride up was silent, charged with anticipation, their breaths coming a little faster, eyes meeting in the reflective doors.
Callista's suite was on one of the upper floors, a private haven away from the chaos below.
As they approached the door, Callista fumbled slightly with the key card, her movements a bit clumsy from the drinks.
"Damn thing," she muttered, a small laugh escaping her lips.
Seraphina smiled, leaning against the wall, her sapphire dress riding up just enough to show a glimpse of her thigh.
Finally, the door clicked open, and they stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit, just as Callista preferred for her late-night retreats.
A soft glow came from two bedside lamps with warm amber shades, casting long shadows across the plush carpet.
The suite was spacious and elegant in its simplicity—cream-coloured walls adorned with abstract art, a king-sized bed dominating the centre, with crisp white sheets and a thick duvet folded at the foot.
To one side, a sitting area with a velvet couch and a low coffee table held a half-empty bottle of whiskey from earlier.
Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the city lights twinkling like stars, but the heavy curtains were half-drawn, adding to the intimate, secluded feel.
The air smelled faintly of lavender from the hotel's diffuser, mingling with the subtle scent of Callista's cologne—a woody, masculine fragrance.
A mini-bar stood in the corner, stocked with crystal glasses, and a door led to a marble bathroom with a deep tub visible through the crack.
Everything screamed luxury, but in the dim light, it felt personal, like a secret world just for them.
Callista closed the door behind them with a soft click, turning the lock.
She looked at Seraphina, her green eyes dark with desire, the alcohol making her cheeks flushed.
[God, she's beautiful. That red hair, those curves... I don't let people in like this, but tonight, I need it.]
Seraphina stepped closer, her big blue eyes locking onto Callista's.
The dim light played across her face, highlighting her full lips and the way her wavy red hair cascaded over her shoulders.
"Nice place," she said softly, her voice a little slurred but steady. "Feels... cosy."
Callista smirked, pulling her in by the waist. "Cosy enough for what I have in mind."
Their bodies pressed together, Seraphina's big breasts soft against Callista's smaller, firmer ones through their clothes.
Without another word, Callista leaned in, capturing Seraphina's lips in a kiss.
It started slow, tentative, their mouths exploring each other with the haze of drunkenness making every touch feel electric.
Seraphina's lips were soft and yielding, tasting of the martini she'd had at the bar—crisp and slightly bitter.
Callista deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping in, teasing, as her hands roamed down Seraphina's back, feeling the curve of her big, firm ass through the thin fabric of the sapphire dress.
Seraphina moaned softly into the kiss, her hands tangling in Callista's dark hair.
[This feels right. So damn right. She's strong, but there's something vulnerable... I want more.]
She pressed closer, her body language eager, hips grinding slightly against Callista's.
Callista broke the kiss for a breath, her lips brushing Seraphina's ear. "You taste so fucking good," she whispered, her voice husky from the alcohol.
"I've been thinking about this since I saw you at the bar."
Seraphina shivered, her blue eyes intense in the dim light. "Then show me," she replied, her tone challenging, dirty. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Callista's hands tightened on her ass, squeezing firmly.
[She's bold. I like that.] With a growl, she kissed her again, harder this time, tongues battling as they stumbled toward the bed.
Their body language was urgent—Callista guiding, Seraphina pushing back just enough to keep the power balanced.
As they reached the bed, Seraphina took control.
She pushed Callista down onto the mattress with a playful shove, her big breasts heaving with each breath.
Callista landed on her back, the sheets rumpling under her, her suit jacket askew.
She looked up, green eyes wide with surprise and lust. "Bossy, huh?"
Seraphina climbed on top, straddling her hips, her short dress hiking up to reveal her thighs.
"You have no idea." She leaned down, kissing Callista's neck, sucking lightly, leaving a small mark.
Callista moaned, a low, throaty sound, her hands sliding up Seraphina's legs.
The dim light cast shadows over their bodies, making every curve and movement more tantalising.
Callista's small, firm breasts strained against her shirt as she arched up, but she wanted to take back some control.
"Turn over," she commanded, her voice slurred but authoritative. "I want that ass."
Seraphina grinned, her red hair falling like a curtain as she complied, getting on her hands and knees on the bed.
Her big, firm ass was presented perfectly, the dress barely covering it now.
Callista sat up, her dick already hardening in her pants from the sight.
[Fuck, look at that. So round, so perfect. I need to mark it.]
She ran her hands over Seraphina's ass, squeezing the firm flesh, feeling the muscle beneath.
"Such a dirty girl, aren't you? Teasing me all night." Her words were laced with drunken desire.
Seraphina looked back over her shoulder, blue eyes smouldering. "Spank me then. Make it hurt good."
Callista didn't hesitate. She brought her hand down with a sharp smack on one cheek, the sound echoing in the quiet room.