They both gawked at the sight of their hotel. It was a perfectly beautiful boutique hotel that looked like it could have served as a large estate house in a previous life.

Check in was swift, and JC made a grand gesture as he opened the door to their home for the night. “I’m going to get some necessities down in the store. I’m getting toothbrush, toothpaste, contact solution. Anything else?”

“I think that’s good. Maybe a water?”

“You got it,” he said, tipping an imaginary hat. “Be back in a few.”

Allyson explored the channels on the TV and settled on Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, figuring there’s nothing wrong with a classic. Besides, they both could quote the entire movie, so it didn’t matter when they started it or if they finished it. It was the perfect no-commitment movie for them.

Fifteen minutes later, JC returned with a bag of toiletries and a couple water bottles.

They took turns getting ready for bed with JC taking his turn in the bathroom first, reemerging in his pants with his shirt in his hand.

Damn, he’s fine! Allyson thought as he made his way to the bed where she was sitting.

“We need to figure something out,” JC said, sitting on the bed with one foot on the ground and the opposite knee resting on the bed.

“What’s that?”

“You don’t have pajamas, and I don’t have boxers.”

“I’m not worried about it,” Allyson said, leaning over to kiss JC before taking her turn in the bathroom.

‘I’m not worried about it’? ‘I’m not worried about it’? She’s not worried because we have clothes or not worried about it because – heyyyy, JC’s internal monologue took off.

He didn’t want to assume, but he hoped it was his second thought. “I forgot something at the store. I’ll be right back,” JC called in to Allyson who was taking her makeup off. Five minutes later, before Allyson finished up in the bathroom, JC returned with a couple Trojans. If he guessed wrong, he’d never say anything.

They had been together for three months now and had helped each other get off on nights when they were missing each other, but they’d never been together intimately like that. He was left wondering what exactly ‘I’m not worried about it’ meant until Allyson walked out of the bathroom with just a matching light pink lacy bra and panty set on, making it clear. What Allyson would never admit is that the night was not what she had planned, and she had just gotten lucky to match her undergarments.

“Wow,” was all JC could manage as he turned to face her from the desk where he was writing. She looked stunning. He had of course seen her in a swimsuit, but this combination just struck him differently.

She wasn’t walking slowly, but in his eyes, she might as well have been as he tried to take in every inch of what he was seeing, his mouth agape.

“What?” she finally asked.

“Nothing. You’re just, you’re beautiful.”

She blushed a little at the compliment.

Like a moth to a flame, JC got up and moved toward Allyson grabbing her waist and placing his lips onto hers, gently but intentional.

“What were you working on?” she asked him finally.

“Oh, nothing. Just being stupid. Go ahead and hop in bed, and I’ll turn off these lights.

“Mhmm.”

Knowing now he was in the clear, JC turned the desk lamp off and pulled his pants off, folding them across the back of the chair where his shirt was.

Allyson was already under the covers as JC slid under too. He snuggled up behind her, reaching his arm over her arm and around her so he could interlace his fingers with hers resting on her bare stomach.

“Mmm,” she sighed as she snuggled into him too.

“Great suggestion,” he whispered into her ear.

She smiled as she let go of his hand and turned around in his arms so his arm was  now rested on her back. Their noses were almost touching now. As tenderly as ever, JC brought his other hand up against Allyson’s cheek and stroked it before moving his lips in. “I love you so much, and you look damn sexy in that little pink number.”

She giggled. “I love you too, handsome.” Without even realizing, she began moving her hands along his abs, feeling the ripples beneath her fingers.

“I need to warn you that’s going to have some consequences,” he said, glancing down dramatically.

“I’ll take the risk,” she said as she kissed him, more forcefully than he had.

“Are you sure?” he said.

“Mhmm,” she smiled back.

“No, I’m serious. Are you sure you want to do this? You won’t hear any complaints from me about continuing down this path, but we can go to sleep also if you want.”

“I’m sure,” she said assuredly. “I’ve never been more sure.”

“Well, OK, then,” he grinned devilishly. “Lead the way.”

She continued letting her hands roam as their lips were interlocked again, getting more forceful and aggressive with each passing second. JC now had both arms wrapped around Allyson, running them up and down her body before settling on a clasp he deftly undid.

“I’m glad I wore the easy one,” she said on his lips.

“Me too,” he said, as he helped move the straps down her arms until he could throw it over onto the chaise lounge near the window.

She was not about to knock anyone out with her breasts, but they weren’t nubs either, just perfectly average Cs.

“Mind if I take lead?” he asked, half asking, half telling, all the while not breaking contact with her lips.

A satisfied moan was his green light, as he left her lips, moving down until his tongue made its way to her left nipple.

Her body reacted immediately at the sensation.

“Do you like that, mami?”

She moved her hands to his hair and threw her head back, pushing her chest out a little. JC’s left hand grabbed her side as his lips continued their task.

“I want to move lower,” he said as his fingers danced at her panties.

“OK,” she said, her voice breaking.

Not two seconds later, her panties had joined her bra on the lounger.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, admiring her now naked body in the bed.

“Look who’s talking, Mr. body of a Greek god,” she said, leaning on her elbows as she caught her breath. 

He laughed. “Just for that, I need you to feel the damage you’ve caused.”

She looked confused, but soon realized what he meant when she felt all of him against her. “Oh.”

“What damage have I caused?” he asked, slowly moving his hand down her body, making her shiver.

“Oh-ho-oh,” Allyson said as he grabbed for a pillow. She had never been handled quite so expertly.

Leaving her wanting more, JC moved back up to her lips. “I want to make love to you. Not have sex with you, but make love to you like no one ever has.”

“What are you waiting for?”

Not needing a second invitation, his boxer-briefs were gone, and his lips were on her again, this time migrating from her lips to her neck as his hands moved all over her body.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” she nodded. Neither of them were virgins, but this was the first time they had been together like this.

Within a few thrusts, they found their rhythm. With as much lead up, it did not take them long to reach their first simultaneous release.

“Oh my God,” Allyson said at the end of their marathon, putting her hand over his, which was now resting across her stomach.

“That was amazing,” he said, turning to smile at her, cupping Allyson’s face and kissing her gently.

“This was a great idea,” she said, kissing him back.

“Come on, let’s get some rest. I think we’ve earned it,” he chuckled as he turned to assume his role as the big spoon.

“Thank you,” she said, sincerely.

“For what?”

“For showing me why it’s called making love. No one’s ever made me feel that way.”

He leaned his head down and kissed her temple. “I vow to always make you feel that way.”

Allyson just giggled softly before drifting off to sleep in JC’s arms as he closed his eyes, loving the feeling of her by him.