Why I Snuck Into His Room

I met Mark at a friend's party back when I was still in grad school. We hit it off right away. He's ten years older than me, so I guess that made things interesting. After the party, we exchanged numbers and started texting each other every day. It was intense from the start. We'd flirt like crazy but never actually hook up. Fast forward a few weeks. Mark is staying at this hotel for a work conference. He told me he'd be there but I wasn't sure if he'd have time to meet outside of his busy schedule. So one night, after everyone else went to bed, I snuck into his room using the master key from my job. When I got inside, he was sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV. The moment I walked in, the look on his face, pure shock mixed with desire. We didn't say a word, just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before diving right into it. His hands were all over me from the start, exploring every inch of my body. I pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. My fingers fumbled with his belt as he groaned against my mouth. I pulled off his pants and boxers, freeing his hard cock. It was like an electric shock running through me. He reached between us and lined himself up before guiding me down onto him. There we were, making love on a hotel bed in the middle of the night with no one else around to stop us. I moved my hips faster and harder, feeling every inch of his thick length inside me. His hands held tight to my ass as he thrust upwards, meeting each of my movements perfectly. I came first, shuddering against him with a moan so loud it echoed in the quiet room. A few more powerful strokes and he followed close behind, letting out a guttural cry that I'll never forget. We lay there panting for what felt like hours before getting dressed to make sure no one heard us or walked in on us. The whole experience left me questioning everything, my morals, our age difference, even my own desires. So here's the thing: is what we did wrong? Or was it just a moment of passion that doesn't deserve judgment? What would you do if given the chance to be with someone like Mark without any repercussions?