I had experience with negotiations,

I had experience with negotiations, holdouts, bargaining. Here I was in the unfamiliar position of having laid all my chips on the table, but when it came to Chloe, I didn’t care. I was all in.
“Are you looking forward to being home? You’ve been gone for almost three weeks.”
She shrugged, pulling my boxers down without ceremony and wrapping her warm hand around me with a familiarity that made me ache in new places. “I’ve had a nice time here, you know.”
I deliberated over each button of her blouse, kissing every inch of skin as it came into view. “How much time do we have to play before our flight?”
“Thirteen hours,” she said, without looking at a clock. The answer certainly came quickly, and from the way her skin felt when I slid two fingers inside her underwear, I didn’t think she was looking forward to leaving this hotel room anytime soon.
I tickled her thighs with my fingers, teased her tongue with mine, and rubbed myself against her leg until I could feel her arching toward me. Her legs slipped around my waist and she spread her hands against my chest as I reached down and pushed myself inside her, determined to make her come as many times as I could before the sun came up.
For me, there was nothing in the world but her slick skin and the soft air of her moans against my neck. Over and over I moved on her, mute with my need, lost in her. Her hips rolled with mine and her back shifted to press her breasts against me and I wanted to tell her, “This, what we have, is the most amazing thing I have ever felt. Do you feel it too?”
But I had no words. I had only instinct and desire and the taste of her on my tongue and the memory of her laugh ringing in my ears. I wanted to keep that sound playing over and over. I wanted to be everything for her: her lover and sparring partner and friend. In this bed, I could be everything.
“I don’t know how to do this,” she said in a weird moment—on the verge of coming and holding onto me so tight I thought I might bruise. But I knew what she meant because it was painful to be filled so full of this longing and have no fucking idea how it would play out. I wanted her in a way that made me feel like every second I was sated and starving—and my brain didn’t know what to do with it. So instead of answering her or telling her what I thought we could do, I kissed her neck and put my fingers against the soft skin of her hip, and told her, “I don’t either, but I’m not ready to let it go yet.”
“It feels so good . . .” She whispered this against my throat and I groaned in quiet agony, patently unable to manage one articulate word in response.
I feared I would howl.
I kissed her.
I pushed her deeper into the mattress.
It went on forever, this splintering ecstasy. Her body rising to meet mine, her mouth wet and hungry, biting and sweet.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku punya pengalaman dengan negosiasi, prajurit, tawar-menawar. Saya berada di posisi asing memiliki meletakkan semua chip saya di atas meja, tetapi ketika datang ke Chloe, aku tidak peduli. Saya adalah semua dalam."Anda berharap untuk berada di rumah? Anda sudah pergi selama hampir tiga minggu."Dia mengangkat bahu, meruntuhkan petinju saya tanpa upacara dan membungkus tangan hangat di sekitar saya dengan keakraban yang membuat saya sakit di tempat-tempat baru. "Aku punya waktu yang baik di sini, Anda tahu."Saya dibahas di atas tombol masing-masing dari blus, mencium setiap inci dari kulit seperti itu datang ke tampilan. "Berapa lama kita harus bermain sebelum penerbangan kami?""Tiga belas jam," Dia mengatakan, tanpa melihat jam. Jawabannya tentu saja datang dengan cepat, dan dengan cara yang kulitnya merasa ketika aku meluncur dua jari di dalam celana, saya tidak berpikir ia berharap untuk meninggalkan kamar hotel waktu dekat.Saya menggelitik paha dengan jari saya, menggoda lidahnya dengan saya, dan digosok diriku kakinya sampai aku bisa merasakan dia melengkung ke arahku. Kakinya menyelinap di sekitar pinggang dan dia penyebaran tangannya terhadap dada saya seperti yang saya mengulurkan tangan dan mendorong diriku sendiri di dalam dirinya, bertekad untuk membuat dia datang sebanyak yang saya bisa sebelum matahari terbit.Bagi saya, tidak ada di dunia tapi kulitnya licin dan lembut udara erangan nya terhadap leher saya. Berulang-ulang aku pindah nya, bisu dengan kebutuhan saya, hilang dalam dirinya. Pinggul digulung dengan tambang dan kembali bergeser ke tekan payudaranya terhadap saya dan saya ingin berkata padanya, "ini, apa yang kita miliki, adalah hal yang paling menakjubkan yang pernah saya rasakan. Apakah Anda merasa itu terlalu?"But I had no words. I had only instinct and desire and the taste of her on my tongue and the memory of her laugh ringing in my ears. I wanted to keep that sound playing over and over. I wanted to be everything for her: her lover and sparring partner and friend. In this bed, I could be everything.“I don’t know how to do this,” she said in a weird moment—on the verge of coming and holding onto me so tight I thought I might bruise. But I knew what she meant because it was painful to be filled so full of this longing and have no fucking idea how it would play out. I wanted her in a way that made me feel like every second I was sated and starving—and my brain didn’t know what to do with it. So instead of answering her or telling her what I thought we could do, I kissed her neck and put my fingers against the soft skin of her hip, and told her, “I don’t either, but I’m not ready to let it go yet.”“It feels so good . . .” She whispered this against my throat and I groaned in quiet agony, patently unable to manage one articulate word in response.I feared I would howl.I kissed her.I pushed her deeper into the mattress.It went on forever, this splintering ecstasy. Her body rising to meet mine, her mouth wet and hungry, biting and sweet.