Page 17 of Everything I Want

Iwish it didn’t have to end too. I could go next door. I could go knock on his door. But is that allowed? I decide to ask the girls.

Me:I got my own hotel room, but I still want to spend time with him. Can I go knock on his door or is that rude?

Addy: YES! GO NOW!

Lacey: Of course Mom! Go tell him that!

Scarlett: Go get it Mom! You deserve the happiness!

They all answer immediately as if they were waiting for a text from me . I guess that settles it. I check my face in the mirror, I’ve taken my makeup off but I think I still look alright. My hair is in a messy ponytail, and I’m wearing my leggings but my girls go out like this all the time. It must be okay right?

Before I lose my nerve, I walk next door to Scott’s room and knock softly on the door. He opens it immediately.

“Lorelei," he stammers, "I was just coming to knock on your door.” He seems shocked that I am on the other side of the door.

“I don’t want the night to end either.” I step into his hotel room and shut the door behind me. Scott reaches out and pulls me towards him, wrapping one arm around my waist and his other hand gently on my face as his lips come to mine. He steps me back until my back hits the door of the hotel room. I wrap my legs around his waist and he pulls back.

“I’m so sorry, Lorelei. I lost myself.” He shakes his head at himself. "I'm trying to respect your decisions."

I don’t respond. I simply pull him back to me and start the kiss over, letting him know that I was not sorry in the least.

His hips push me tighter against the door, holding my body in place, freeing his hands to roam my body.

My mind wanders, momentarily, making me question if I’m ready for sex. It would be the first time since Andrew.

His lips create a trail from my ear down my neck, across my collarbone, and ending at my bare shoulder as my off the shoulder sweater falls further down my arm.

Before I can question myself any further a moan unwillingly leaves my lips.

He grasps my ass, and carries us to his bed. My back gently hits the cool comforter below me. He slides his hands up the front of my sweater, grazing my nipple, and removes the sweater.

Next he moves to my leggings and panties.

He pauses, “Are you sure about this, Lorelei? I want you to be absolutely sure. I don’t want you to have regrets -”

I reach up and hook my fingers into the waist of his sweatpants and tug them down.

“I’m sure, Scott.” I let my eyes wander down his body, "I'm so sure."

It’s a simple statement but seems to release a hunger in him. He rips down my leggings and panties in one motion when I arch my hips off the bed.

He runs his fingers down between my legs, “So ready for me, beautiful.” His deep voice and his touch send goosebumps down my body.

He dips his head back, licking, nipping, teasing me until I’m begging him to make me come. Right before giving me what I want, he steps out of his sweatpants that are pooled around his ankles and fills me, bringing me closer to my orgasm.

I arch my back, silently begging him to move and give me what I need.

He takes his finger and traces it gently along my cheek, staring into my soul, “Thank you for giving me this gift, Lorelei.”

His mouth covers mine, and he slams into me, filling me more than I thought possible. At first he moves deliciously slowly. Allowing me to feel every inch of him filling me over and overagain. As he gets closer to his orgasm his movements become faster, more frenzied, and needy.

After a few more strokes, we both reach our orgasms together. He rests his weight on his forearms, hovering over me.

“Lorelei, that was-“

“More perfect than anything I could have imagined for this moment,” I finish for him.

“Yes, it was,” he agrees.

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