“What floor are we on?”
“The 18th,” Andrew replied, watching the numbers light up. 14. 15. 16. 17. “Finally!” he stated as the doors swung wide for them.
Madison followed him down the long hall until they reached Room 1826. Andrew was anxious to get inside. Although he was a bit jet lagged, he wanted Madison. More than he could express. He knew that she was just as unhappy about coming to New York as he was and that maybe what they both needed was to let off a little steam. Madison opened the door and stepped inside, Andrew close behind her.
“This is nice,” she stated looking around.
The room was what they called a Deluxe King room. It had a semi modern feel with lots of solid colors around. In the center, stood a king size bed with its white cotton sheets and down comforter and a solid blue throw blanket at the foot. Several decorative pillows lay on the bed with an interesting geometric pattern of blues and grays that matched the interior of the room to a tee. She touched the pillow top mattress and thought that it would do, in lieu of their tried and true bed at home. In the corner of the room, near the window that overlooked the city, sat a small yet stylish loveseat, also blue in color. A pretty glass coffee table sat in front of it with a vase of beautiful white flowers in it and a large candle encased in lead crystal next to it. Against the wall was a small bench with white embroidered cushions and above it the 32-inch high definition flat screen television was mounted. Against the other wall was a small work desk. Madison smiled. This was definitely a lot better than the standard king room.
“Andrew,” she started to say but then felt his arms move around her waist.
Andrew didn’t respond, instead he placed his lips against her neck. His hands worked themselves underneath her t-shirt and hoodie, his fingers ghosting over her already pebbled skin. Madison’s arms reached up, entwining in his hair as his lips gently pecked at her skin. Madison may have moaned, or quite possibly whimpered, as his hands cupped her breasts and he sucked her skin in his mouth. He breathed out in a moan as he removed his hands from under her shirt and grabbed the hem. He lifted it up and over her head as Madison’s heart beat rapidly, dropping the shirt and hoodie on the floor. He unsnapped her bra, letting it fall down her arms and end up on the floor as well.
He breathed in deeply as he turned her around, letting his hands cup her breasts once more. He smiled as her eyes closed and her head lulled to the side. Madison’s mouth parted and her tongue poked out sexily as he continued to touch her. With her eyes still closed, he crouched and let his tongue touch her sensitive skin.
“Andrew,” Madison whimpered.
He dropped to his knees, giving her a heated stare as he unsnapped her jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down. His eyes never left hers as he yanked her pants to the ground and lifted her feet out of them. He smiled sexily as he lifted her left leg and placed it over his shoulder. Madison’s breath picked up as he kissed along her thighs until finally his tongue reached its destination. He knew exactly how to please her, how to bring her to the brink and then hold it back. Madison’s hands pulled and tugged on his hair as she moaned shamelessly at the way he made her feel.
“Andrew, pleassseeee.”
Without further word, he lifted her and placed her on the bed. Madison clawed at his jeans as he quickly shed his hoodie and t-shirt. Soon he was stepping out of his pants and had pushed her further up the bed. Grabbing one leg, pressing it against his chest, and letting the other dangle off the bed, he entered her. They made love passionately, as they always did, releasing all the pent up fear and frustration, letting each other know how special they were to one another. When he was finished, he lay beside her. She had her eyes closed and her arm draped over her eyes.
“You asleep, Madison?” he asked before kissing her lips softly.
“Maybe,” she grinned satisfactorily.
He scooted closer to her, pulling her body next to his. “Do you want to rest before dinner?”
She nodded as she twisted so her head lay against his chest. His hand went up her back and nestled in her hair. She did feel tired, but she thought perhaps it was not related to the sex they had just had but to what was looming over the horizon. She snuggled closer to him, the steady thumping of his heart serving as a metronome, lulling her to sleep.
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