Forbidden touching in a hotel room

We only saw each other in business settings all day, but every accidental touch while handing over documents felt like an electric shock. When we found ourselves alone in the elevator, the silence became unbearable. On the ninth floor, before the door opened, he put his hand on my arm: "Come in with me. Just... come in." As soon as the door to the room closed, the polite masks fell to the floor. I leaned my back against the wall, and he hugged me with his whole body. His tie untied in seconds, and the buttons on my shirt seemed to fall off by themselves. His touch was wild, demanding, but at the same time incredibly sensitive. We didn't even make it to the bed - on the soft carpet spread on the floor, in front of the mirror, where our trembling silhouettes were reflected, we lost all sense of time and reality. Every moan hit the walls of the room, and the peak of passion was so strong that both of us held our breath for a few seconds.