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THE ROOM AT THE HOLIDAY Inn-Houston was more than adequate. The suite had a galley kitchen, bedroom, and small study off the veranda, with large walk-in closets and a Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom.
David whistled between his teeth at the king size bed, dressed in white satin sheets. “Are you sure this is the Holiday Inn?”
She laughed, “I guess they’ve upgraded since we last visited one.”
“You’re telling me.”
He took their bags and placed them in the middle of the bed. He opened his bag and took out a few things that he would need for the evening: his shaving kit, a pair of slacks, shirt, underclothes, and socks.
He reached in and moved things around with his hand until he felt the hardness of the weapon case and sighed. He thought for sure something happened to the pistol while it sat in the belly of the plane. It was ordeal getting the firearm checked in. He had to declare the firearm at the check-in desk, fill out several sets of paperwork and pay an extra firearm transportation fee. He also had to prove that the firearm was unloaded and that he possessed the only key that could unlock the weapon case. The most difficult part was trying to keep his activities secret from Susan. He knew she would be concerned if she found out he was taking the gun on their trip.
Satisfied that the gun made the trip safely, he closed his bag and pushed it into the walk-in closet.
Susan plopped down on the edge of the bed and started folding her panties. Her hands were long, slender, and milky white. He could almost feel the softness of her hands against his face, as if she were caressing him. Her nimble fingers made quick work of folding and she placed the panties in the top drawer of the nightstand, next to the room’s obligatory copy of the Bible. He didn’t have to look to know it was Gideon’s.
As she finished folding her bra, he went to her and knelt in front of her. He put his hands on her thighs and said, “How about I help you fold the ones you’re wearing?”
She smiled at him. With her quick hands, she flicked the bra from its neat fold and flung it around the back of his neck, using it like a rein. She pulled him forward and kissed him deeply. His arms slid around her waist and closed tightly as he moved further into her kiss.
She released the bra and ran her fingers through his hair, interlacing her fingers behind his neck and holding him as she kissed him. He pulled back slightly and kissed her cheeks and left a trail of blazing kisses along her neck. He suckled her ear lobes.
Her breathing grew shallow and rapid and her grip tightened.
“David.”
He responded to his name by pushing her back on to the bed. He leaned over her, still planting rows of kisses along her slender throat. He began to undo her blouse, exposing a black bra. Her milky white skin stood out in severe contrast to the dark material. He moved slowly downward, kissing her shoulders, her collar, and her sternum. His hands found hers and their fingers intertwined with arms spread out to their sides. His lips found her bosom and he left a trail of kisses along the bra line, just above the top of her right breast.
She moaned, and her head came forward, her lips seeking his flesh. His hair filled her nostrils and she breathed deeply, taking in his scent. Pushing him back, she sat up and pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. She reached behind and unsnapped her bra. It fell into her lap, where it stayed for the moment.
He peered at her exposed breasts and touched them. His hands were cold, but her breasts were white hot against the palms of his hands. He cupped one exquisite breast in each hand and kneaded her flesh gently.
She pulled his lips to her breasts and he took one bullet-hard nipple into his mouth, sucked it, and flicked his tongue around the tip. She hissed in breath as shivers ran down her spine, exploding in the pit of her stomach.
She unbuckled her pants and struggled under his weight to pull the slacks off. He stood up and helped her remove her pants. She tore at his shirt and he undid his own pants and let them drop to the carpet at his feet. He stood there in the dark of the room, looking down at his wife. A wave of love for her strongly overcame him and he almost lost his balance.
“Take me, David,” she whispered. Her hands found his wrists and she pulled him forward, on top of her. She buried her face in his neck where her breath burned like fire as she spoke.
“Take me now.”
He slid into her. He moved his hips slowly at first and then his pace quickened to match the rocking of her hips. They were swept away, and for a long time they were unaware of anything but each other.