“About that. Are you really sure that you are okay with going out with me tomorrow? I mean, I know how hard this trip is going to be for you. If you want to prepare or stay in bed all day or whatever, it’s fine.” I see that she is sincere and would do whatever I asked.
I reach up and caress her cheek as I tell her, “Yes. I’m sure. As much as I would love to stay in bed all day with you, I want to have some fun with you in my hometown. So, tell me what you would like to do.”
“Can we go to Navy Pier? It looks like fun.” I nod and she continues. “I would love to have some pizza and then just see the city. Wherever you would like to take me. I can’t wait to meet Zane, too.”
“We can go to the Art Institute in the morning and then head over to the Pier. We can have pizza for lunch and have some fun. After that, I would love to show you the neighborhoods that I grew up in, if you want. Then, we will pick a good restaurant for dinner and after we eat, we can go see Zane.”
“That sounds perfect.” She’s right. It does sound perfect. I can’t wait to show her my city.
* * *
Yas
The hotel is in a cool older building with arches and luxurious furniture. Our suite is black, purple, gold and white with modern art on the walls. The bathroom has a sunken tub with a separate, glassed in shower. I haven’t experienced this kind of luxury since I was a little girl.
“Do you like the room, Yas?” Scott asks me.
“Yes, I do,” I tell him and then decide that I want to share my story with him, the way he has shared his with me. “When I was younger, my family was pretty wealthy. Not as well off as your family but we had a nice life. We went on trips and stayed in hotels like this. About 9 years ago, our store’s business started to slow down and we had to cut back. I haven’t been in a hotel this beautiful in a long time. It’s beautiful.”
He moves to me and takes me in his arms. “I’m glad that I get to be the one to share this with you.” Then he turns serious and pulls back to look at me. “Is everything alright with the store? I know that you have alluded to it being slow and how you can’t take off or go in too late. Is there anything that I can do to help? I want to be there for you, Yas.”
“I’m glad that we’re here together, too. The store is not doing great, but Erika and I have come up with some ideas. I know you want to help, but I can’t think of anything that you could do right now. Thank you, though.”
“I could give you money, if you need it. I have more than I could ever spend.”
My heart fills, but I know that I can’t let him bail me out. “No, Scott. I can’t take your money. It will be okay.” I am not sure if it will, but I can’t tell him that.
“Alright, but the offer stands. I may have something else that can help, but I want it to be a surprise.” He smiles at me and I see a sparkle in his eyes.
“A surprise? When do I get it?”
“Hopefully in about a month.”
“A month?” I pout. “I was hoping for something more immediate.”
“Well, I do have something that I could give you right now. Something that I know you love.” He starts to move backward, pulling me into the bathroom with him. “I think we need a shower after that long flight.”
He is already pulling my shirt up and I lift my arms to help as he raises it over my head. He stares at my breasts encased in a black lace demi bra for a moment or two. Then he reaches around me to remove the bra as he growls in my ear. “I fucking love your tits and your choices in lingerie.” Heat pours through my body into my already wet center. He reaches into the shower to turn it on before twisting back towards me.
I push his shirt up and he takes it the rest of the way off. “I love your chest, too.” I say as I lean forward and lick his nipple. I get another growl for that and then he is pulling down my skirt and panties together. I kick off my shoes and stand bare before him. “You still have too many clothes on.”
“Then take them off.” His eyes are the dark emerald I love as he looks at me. I reach forward and unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down. I push them down to his calves and stare at the bulge in his grey boxer briefs. There should be a law against how good he looks in his underwear. The only thing better is Scott naked, so I snap out of it and pull his briefs down too. He kicks off his shoes and then his clothes join them on the floor. I lick my lips as I take him in. “Like what you see, Yas?”
“You know I do. If I didn’t, we wouldn’t have gone through all of those condoms in my drawer, plus that jumbo box from Costco in the last month.” We have been together in every room of my house, and my back porch too. He’s kept his promise that we would try all different positions. Some have been fun and some have just been awkward, but we just stopped those and moved onto something that felt right. I’ve had more orgasms than I ever thought I would have in my entire life.
“Shit. Condoms. I didn’t bring any. Fuck, what is wrong with me?” Scott knocks his head against the shower door.
I leave him there and walk into the bedroom to get the condoms that I remembered to bring out of my bag. I walk back into the bathroom and hold a strip up to his bent head. “Good thing your girlfriend didn’t forget.” Oh, God. I just called myself his girlfriend. I think I am but he has never said it.
I shouldn’t have worried. “Best. Girlfriend. Ever.” He grabs me and pulls me into the shower with him. The warm water washes over me as he pushes my back against the wall and drops to his knees, spreading my legs open. “Now let’s see if I can win the best boyfriend award.”
He places a closed mouth kiss on top of my mound and then lets his tongue out for a long lick. I jerk forward and moan. I drop the strip of condoms and grasp his head in my hands, pushing him further into me. I can feel him smile against me as his tongue circles my clit. He still won’t come out and say that he likes going down on me, but he does it often, so I know that he does. I start thrusting my hips as he puts his tongue inside of me. It feels so good, especially with his lip ring rubbing against me, but I need more. “Scott, put your cock in me. I need it.”
“Not yet. I want you to come on my fingers and mouth first.” he says as he replaces his tongue with two fingers and starts swirling his tongue around my clit again. His fingers are moving in and out and I am matching him with my thrusts. The pressure starts to build and my legs begin to shake. If Scott wasn’t holding my hip, I would probably collapse onto the shower floor. Then, he curls his fingers just right and sucks my clit into his mouth at the same time which is all it takes. I scream his name as I try to thrash from side to side. He holds me steady and he continues with his tongue and fingers, pushing me to a second climax almost immediately. My legs give out and he has to stop so that he can stand us both up.
“Oh my God, Scott. That was-that was…I don’t even have words. Best. Boyfriend. Ever. Without a doubt.”
He smiles, kisses me passionately for several minutes, holding me up until my legs feel strong enough to stand on again. I slide down him so that he knows I’m good to continue. He turns us around and heads for the small seat in the shower. It is a ledge up against the outer window. A pane of frosted glass is inside the shower that reaches to the bottom of my chin. He has me turn with my back to his front. “Grab the glass and hold on, Yas. You wanted my cock and you are going to get it. But it’s going to be hard and rough. I can’t go slow right now.” I spread my legs wide and tilt my ass up to him as I hear him tear open the condom wrapper. He grabs one of my hips and whispers. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I tell him and then he thrusts up into me. He’s fully inside of me and I nearly come apart again from the sensation. I arch back into him and that’s all it takes. He starts thrusting in and out hard and I have to grip the glass to keep from falling.
“Is this how you wanted it, baby? Did you want me hard inside of you?” he growls in my ear, then bites my earlobe. His other hand moves up to my right breast and he’s kneading it and rubbing my nipple between his fingers.
It feels so g
ood to have him inside of me and know that he has lost control because of me. “Yes, Scott, yes. I want it like this.”
He moves back and pushes into me even harder. I know that I will probably be sore and bruised tomorrow from how hard he’s holding my hip but he isn’t hurting me. He keeps pounding into me until I can feel him getting close. “Are you close, Yas?”
“Yes, but don’t worry about me. I already came twice. Let go and come for me Scott.”
He thrusts into me again and then he lets out a roar as he comes hard, biting into the top of my shoulder. He is jerking so hard that his legs go out and I lose my grip on the glass as he leans forward and we tumble onto the shower seat. “Fuck, I have never come that hard in my life.” He plants kisses along my spine as he turns us so that he is sitting on the seat with me on his lap. “Did I hurt you, Yas? I know it was rough.” He looks so worried.
“No, Scott. You didn’t hurt me. I would have told you if you were hurting me. And you would have stopped.” He nods earnestly and I continue. “I’ll probably be a little sore tomorrow but it’s alright. Plus, now you’ve marked me again, which is pretty hot. I love the fact that I made you so out of control. That you wanted me so bad.”
“I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone, ever. I don’t know how I got lucky enough to have you.” He stands up with me in his arms and I reach over to turn off the shower. “Can you grab the towels?” he asks as he bumps open the shower door with his shoulder and steps into the bathroom. He pauses by the stack of towels and I pick them up. He carries me into the bedroom and I lay the towels on the bed. He puts me down on top of them and then lies on his side next to me.
* * *
Scott
I’m lying here in a bed in an Extreme WOW Suite at The W with this amazing woman who just made me come so hard that I nearly blacked out. I prop my head up on my hand and look down at her. Her skin is still glistening with droplets of water from the shower. It’s so sexy. She’s so sexy. I bend down and lick the water from her breast. She arches up and gives me one of those moans I love much. I lean over her further and lick the other one dry too. “You are so beautiful.”
She reaches up to push my hair of off my forehead. She runs her finger across the barbell in my eyebrow. “You make me feel like I am. Thank you for that.”
“You don’t have to thank me for telling you the truth, Yas. I meant it.” I sit up and start using the extra towels to dry her off, starting with her legs. By the time I reach her face, I see the tears falling from her eyes. “Yas? What’s wrong?”
“No one except my parents has ever said that I was beautiful and made me feel like they meant it before. I mean, yeah guys have said it. But, I knew that they just wanted to get with me.”
“Well, I also want to get with you as often as I can.” I tell her, trying to lighten her mood. “But that’s not why I said that to you. You are a truly beautiful person, inside and out. I am humbled by the fact that you want to be with me. That you are here with me, helping me and giving me strength.”
Tears start to glisten in her eyes again as she says, “There is no place that I would rather be. I love you, Scott.”
I look into her eyes and know that she means it. I also know that it’s time to tell her the truth. “I love you too, Yas. More than I ever thought that I could love someone.”
She slowly sits up and kisses me. It is sweet but passionate at the same time. I move my hands into her wet hair as she runs hers up and down my biceps. We kiss until we’re both panting and then I gently lay her down in the middle of the bed. “I want to make love to you, Yasmin.”
She nods yes and points to the bedside table. I see that she put some condoms there, too, and I chuckle. She really is the best girlfriend ever and not just because of the condoms.
I rip one off and slide it over my erection. Her legs are open for me already so I lean over and guide myself in slowly. I’m afraid that she might still be too sore for me but she thrusts her hips up, letting me know that she’s not hurting. I move in her slowly, raining kisses up and down her neck. She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. I’m not going to rush this time and she knows it. Her hands lightly scratch my back as I keep up my rhythm. “You feel so good inside of me, Scott.”
“In all of my experimenting, I never made love to a woman, Yasmin. I didn’t ever want to go slow before. But, now that I’m inside of you like this and knowing that you love me, I want to be like this with you often. I mean, I also want to take you hard. I don’t think that will change. But, that can be making love too and not just fucking, can’t it?” I ask her, hoping that she wants that too.
“Because we love each other, I think whenever we’re together, however it is, it’ll be making love.”
Fuck, that’s hot. Like, really hot. Who knew that being in love and having the person you are in love with talking about it could be an erotic experience? Maybe a lot of people, but never me. All I can think about is making her come so I tilt my head down and suck her nipple into my mouth, feeling her start to writhe beneath me. I nibble and suck at her breasts, taking turns while she starts to move faster. She’s close. I go up on my knees pulling her hips up with my hands, while still bending forward and tonguing her nipples. The new angle has her thrusting her hips into me and as I bite down on her soft flesh, she goes over the edge, shaking and clawing at my chest. Seeing her like that is too much for me and I follow her over. I think I did black out this time because I don’t remember rolling off of her. When I open my eyes we are lying next to each other, panting hard.
“This making love thing is not too bad,” she says, laughing. I look over at her and laugh along with her.
We order room service and eat it in bed, wearing the hotel robes. After, we lie on our sides facing each other. We talk and kiss and caress each other into the night. Normally, I would be jumping her. But tonight, I just want this.
Chapter 14
Yasmin
I wake up wrapped in Scott’s arms. I can’t believe that he actually told me that he loved me last night. Scott Griffin loves me, hips and all. In fact, I think he loves my hips the most. That thought brings a smile to my face.
“What are you smiling about? Are you thinking of my cock again?” He tilts his hips into me so I can feel his erection. “Because it is definitely thinking of you.”
“I can feel that and as much as I love that part of your body, I wasn’t thinking of it when you caught me smiling.”
“Then what were you thinking of?” he asks as he moves over me and starts kissing my neck.
“Honestly? I was thinking about how great it feels to have you say that you love me.” His mouth stills on my neck as I continue. “Oh, and also about how I think you love my hips the best.”
He lifts his head to look into my eyes and his are sparkling with amusement. “I don’t think I have a favorite part of you, but your hips would definitely be a contender if I did.” I lean up and kiss him lightly on the lips and then he adds. “It feels great to know that you love me too, Yas. Really great.”
I kiss him again, more passionately this time and one thing leads to another. When we are done and trying to catch our breath, Scott looks over at the clock and says that we need to get a move on. “As much as I would love to stay in this bed, I want to show you my city today. I want to experience it through your eyes.”
“I can’t wait,” I tell him as I jump off the bed and start getting dressed.
* * *
Scott
We walk to the Art Institute since it’s only about a half mile from the hotel. I hold Yas’s hand and watch her as she takes in the city. We have to stop a few times so that she can take pictures and I laugh at her a couple of times. “I am a tourist. I want to take pictures and that building is cool. If I am embarrassing you, you can walk behind me or something,” she says in frustration after I ask her why she is taking a picture of a random building.
I pull her into my arms. “You aren’t embarrassing me. I just want
to make it to the museum before it closes.” I laugh and she punches me in the stomach. “Ow! You have a mean punch.”
“Don’t you forget it, Griffin.” She tries for a stern look but is soon laughing too. She takes my hand and starts down the street again.
When we get to the museum, she asks someone to take our picture by one of the lion statues before we go in. I have her text me the picture and I set it as my phone background while we are walking in. Yas insists on buying the tickets since she says that it was her idea but I get her to promise that she will let me buy her whatever she wants in the gift shop.
We spend a couple of hours walking through the collections and I can tell how much she is loving the art. I have never been a big fan of museums—that’s Owen’s thing—but I am having a great time because I can tell Yasmin is enjoying herself. After we’ve looked at everything that she wanted to see, Yas excuses herself to use the restroom and I tell her that I will meet her in the store.
I know her well enough to anticipate what is going to happen in there and I want to be prepared. I talk to the manager and he readily agrees to do what I ask. When Yas joins me, she looks over everything and I see her eyes brighten at many things. When I ask her what she wants, she tells me that she would just like a Museum t-shirt and a Seurat poster. I’m glad that I planned ahead as I nod at the manager and we head out to catch a cab.
Navy Pier is really crowded. I knew it would be because it’s summer, but I didn’t want to say no to her. We’re hungry so we head for the food court and get some mini pizzas. “This is really good,” Yas says around a bite of her cheese pizza.
“Chicago pizza is the best. It’s a known fact.”
“I think Chicago men may be the best too, at least one of them is.” She covers her face. “Oh my God, that was really cheesy, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, it was,” I say with a laugh. “But it was really cute, too.” I pick up her hand and kiss it, bringing a smile to her face.
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