When the restaurant kicked us out because they were closing, I took her upstairs, to the room Marlene had booked for us.
"Damn, Kenny's a lucky guy. Marlene knows how to treat," she said, kicking off her shoes as we entered the suite.
"I might have told them you were bummed about missing out on Vermont," I said, taking her into my arms from behind.
"I was," she said, leaning back into my embrace.
We fooled around as we explored the place. When we found the jacuzzi, I wasted no time getting her out of her dress and pulling my own clothes and shoes off. I grabbed the bottle of complimentary Scotch and threw her over my shoulder. She giggled all the way back outside until I set her down.
Once we got into the water, I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her like the gentleman I wasn't. Three dates, my ass. Even if I had gone about this the right way, I would have been inside her after the very first date.
The idea that I never would be again, that every time our lips met could be our last kiss, that I might have made her laugh for the last time slowly leaked into my head and drove me crazy. Just like that, I was pulling away from her, back in my own head about tomorrow. Before long, I was hitting the Scotch hard. With every drink, I watched her grow more uncomfortable, but I couldn't stop. I wanted so much to make tonight perfect for her, but now everything was hitting me all at once all over again until all I could think was she was leaving. She was leaving me. I needed to drown out the thoughts, dull the searing pain in my chest.
"Enough," she said with a sigh, clearly upset as she took away the bottle. "Let's just go to bed okay? You're drunk. You need to—"
"Kiss you one more time," I said, going to her and covering her mouth with mine.
For the first time in half an hour, I took her into my arms, my mind no longer plagued by thoughts of tomorrow. The buzz from the booze made it so that my head was full of her. How much I wanted her. How nothing else mattered. As my tongue moved around alongside hers, I slipped my hands behind her back to unhook her bra. Her mouth was reluctant at first, but drunk or not, she loved it when I touched her. Soon she was wrapping her arms and legs around me, moaning into my mouth, eagerly reciprocating.
I picked her up out of the water and placed her on the edge of the jacuzzi. When I hooked my thumbs into her panties, she lifted her ass for me, letting me take them off.
"Fuck, you're hauntingly beautiful," I said, my hands roaming up her thighs and belly, all the way up to her breasts.
I grabbed her face and pulled her down to my lips in one final kiss before I looked up at her and told her the truth in my heart that I'd been running from for far too long.
"I love you," I said, the words flowing out of me despite the nagging pain that came with thinking she would never hear it again.
She looked at me like she was bewildered. I hated that look so much. How could she not know? Of course I loved her. Only her. There's never been anyone else I wanted to say the words to. If she couldn't believe my words, then I'd show her.
I kissed my way down her belly. When I reached her thighs, I gently parted them, my hands roaming back up her body to grab onto her breasts.
"Scott," she moaned my name.
I took this as my cue to start making her feel good. I licked and sucked on her core, starting her off slowly, while massaging her breasts. Impatient as ever, her fingers were soon in my hair, forcing my face against her pussy as she pressed up against my mouth and rode it.
Pleasurable little moans filled the air as she guided me to where she wanted me, suffocating me with her pussy and thighs.
"You're drunk. Don't make me take advantage of you," she purred, smiling down at me.
"I might not know my own name right now, but you could never take advantage of a man who always wants to fuck you, Stacy Kendrick," I said, plunging my fingers into her tight pussy.
"Scott. Oh God, oh Scott. Baby yes," she screamed out into the cool night and her walls clamped down on my fingers.
My tongue swirled round and round, teasing her clit as I finger fucked her. She was so eager to have me inside her, her whole body came alive riding my fingers.
"Fuck baby, yes," she cried out as we worked together to make her come all over my fingers.
One more time, I just stood there, fingers deep inside her, one of her breasts in my clenched hand, while she convulsed uncontrollably. Letting herself go completely.
Gently removing my fingers from her pussy as she laid down on the ground to catch her breath, I clumsily made my way up to her, collapsing on top of her as I reclaimed her mouth. Making it to the bedroom was a blur of stumbling around and flattening her against walls. We touched, groped and explored each other's bodies as we made out like teenagers. At the foot of the bed we stopped one last time, just long enough for her to fumble with my underwear and pull it down, her mouth still attached to mine. I helped her get them off, not wanting her mouth to leave mine. I nearly lost it when she moved away. The show made up for it though.
"I love your body," I told her, my eyes trailing up and down her back and ass
as she crawled onto a bed filled with rose petals.