We walk inside and take the elevator up to the 95th floor. My ears pop a few times and it freaks me out a little, but Scott never lets go of my hand. When we step outside the elevator we're in an elegant restaurant. It's dimly lit and as the hostess brings us to our table, I can see a magnificent view of the city from the floor to ceiling glass windows that surround us.
It's breathtaking.
Scott pulls my chair out for me like a gentleman and I take a seat. He pushes me in before moving over to his seat. As I look around the restaurant I feel underdressed. Most of the customers are dressed up and I'm still in my maxi skirt and tank top.
"If I'd known we were coming here I would have dressed up."
"Stop it, you look beautiful."
"Thanks," I respond quietly. I wasn’t expecting such a nice compliment from him.
"Now, the menu is small. They have a fantastic chef here so you'll enjoy anything you order."
Glancing at the menu I read over entrees I’ve never had before. I have no idea if I'll even enjoy it. Scott shouldn’t have to waste his money on a meal I won’t eat, so I decide to go with the filet mignon, knowing I'll at least enjoy that.
Scott orders a bottle of wine and we place our orders after the waitress fills our glasses and sets the bottle on the table.
"This place is really something, Scott. Thanks for taking me here."
"My pleasure, beauty. I've always wanted to come here and I figured now was the perfect chance. Nothing says I'm sorry like a beautiful view and nice dinner."
"Honestly, you have nothing to be sorry for. The more I think about it, the more I know that I overreacted. I could have said no. I could have left. When all is said and done, I wanted to be there."
"So we're good?"
"We're good. We're better than good because you took me out for a fun afternoon and evening. I've really had a nice time."
"Me too, beauty."
I smile up at him uncomfortably. He's called me beauty several times and I have no idea why. Many women like when a man gives them a cute nickname. My sister even grew to like the name Billy, which is the nickname Jared gave her. I'm not like every other woman. I was given the name Winnie at birth and I like it.
"So why are you calling me beauty all of a sudden? Is there an inside joke I'm missing?"
He laughs and sets down his glass of wine. "You don't like it?"
"Actually, I don't."
"Then I'll stop calling you beauty. It fits you though. I've noticed them on several occasions but it wasn't until that night with Tawny that I got to see them completely."
"Got to see what?"
"Your beauty marks. You're covered in them, haven't you noticed?"
I know I have a few beauty marks on my body. I even have one I was fond of on my shoulder, but a majority of them cover my back and I easily forget about them since my back is not something I can easily see.
"And you like my beauty marks?" I ask genuinely.
"I do. I love them."
I suddenly feel like a hypocrite because as soon as the words leave his mouth I suddenly love my nickname. I guess I am like every other woman.
"Then I guess the nickname’s not so bad," I say nonchalantly.
We continue to talk and I love learning all these new things about him. Deep down he's a really great guy. I kind of wish I would have seen this side to him the first time we met. When our meal comes we continue our easy flowing conversation and don't get up to leave until we've eaten dessert and finished off the bottle of wine.
As I'm standing up and getting ready to walk out with Scott our waitress comes back over with a to-go bag. "Here you go, sir. It was a pleasure to serve you and we hope you come back soon."
He takes the bag from her and replies, "We will, thank you."
As we walk to the elevators I can't help but wonder what's in the bag. I know for a fact he ate all of his meal and I ate most of mine. We shared our dessert so that was gone, too.
Stepping into the elevator Scott reaches for me with his free hand and I slide my hand in his. It feels natural holding his hand. His grip is firm but not painful. His hand feels comforting. I feel safe, even though I have nothing to be afraid or scared of.
Walking out the doors of the Hancock, the nighttime breeze from Lake Michigan sweeps away my hair. The temperature has dropped slightly, but it's a nice change from the earlier heat wave. I take in a deep breath, just enjoying the nice summer night. We turn the corner of the Hancock to walk back in the direction of Navy Pier and there is a homeless woman on the corner. Her face is dirty, her clothes are torn, and she sits up against the building, holding a plastic coffee cup with a piece of cardboard beside her explaining that she's an army vet.
Scott lets go of my hand and I watch as he goes over to her, slipping a twenty dollar bill in her cup and handing her the bag from the restaurant. She says thank you and he nods back at her before walking back over to me and reaching out for my hand again effortlessly. We start to walk again but I turn my head around to watch the woman. She's opened the bag and the containers inside it. She's starting to eat whatever Scott had given her. He must have specifically ordered that food for her. He must have seen her when we walked in.
I turn to look at him and he continues to walk, refusing to acknowledge what he just did. He's not looking for recognition. I want to ask him about it. I want to know if he does sweet things like that regularly, but I leave it alone. Just because I want to know doesn't mean I need to know. He doesn't want it to be acknowledged so I won't bring it up. I move in to walk closer to him, my shoulder brushing his side with every step as we make our way back to my car.
★★★
The car ride back is a quick one. It's late so there's no traffic leaving the city. He's turned the music on low and is humming softly to the songs playing on the radio. His low hum is incredibly sexy. By the time we're walking back into his hotel room, I'm exhausted and completely turned on at the same time.
I won't let my indecision towards Scott get the best of me so I let my exhaustion take over. Picking up my duffle bag, I step into the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and change. My pajamas are skimpy, but seeing to as I usually sleep in the nude I figure skimpy is better than nothing. I'm wearing a satin camisole with matching satin boy shorts that hug my plump ass.
I may not want to cross a line, but I never said I played fair.
When I go back into the bedroom Scott is laying above the comforter in just his boxer briefs. I can’t even hide the fact that I love his toned abs because my eyes refuse to move from his six-pack of muscular perfection. When I finally have the will power to turn away he's smiling over at me.
"You know, they don't wash the comforters regularly. Who knows what you're laying on top of right now," I say to him truthfully. I watched a special on how filthy hotel comforters are. I'll never use one again.
He stands up and pushes the comforter off the bed and onto the floor. "Better?"
"Yes, thanks!"
I slide under the white sheets and settle into my side of the bed, while Scott does the same on his side.
"So what should we do now?" Scott turns and asks me, wiggling his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
"I don't know about you, but I'm going to sleep." I turn over onto my side so my back is facing him, hoping he gets the hint.
He doesn't because I feel the sheets move before his hand is wrapped around my waist and his chest is pressed into my back. His warm skin feels nice against mine.
"I was hoping we could do something else. You know, something that burns more calories."
"I'm not having sex with you, Scott. But this feels nice. I'm not opposed to cuddling."
"Alright, I see what game you're playing," he says, inching forward.
I turn over in his arms so we're face to face. "Game? What game am I playing?"
His hand slides up from my hip until it's just inches away from my breast. "I imply I want sex, you say you just want to cuddle and then it turns into
a snugglefuck. This way you look like you were seduced and I still get what I want."
"Are you high? What are you talking about? What's a snugglefuck?"
"You know," his hand moves on my body and he turns me over, pushing his chest into my back and spooning me from behind. "It starts like this, cuddling under the covers. Then my hands start to caress your body in a slow massage."
His palms move up and down my sides, kneading the skin with his fingers, dragging the silk material of my pajamas with him. It feels so good and I involuntarily let out a moan.
"That's it, now you're getting into it. It feels good to have my hands all over your body and you suddenly want more. You want me to continue rubbing, groping, and massaging your skin, so I do."
His hands move back up with less force, tracing over my skin with his fingers and teasing my aroused flesh, awakening the frisky woman inside me. He grips both of my shoulders and slowly massages them, rubbing out the knots before trailing his hands back down to squeeze my breasts.
"You see, I act as if I'm doing you a favor. I'm helping relax your tense muscles, when really I'm just preparing your body. Fine tuning it to my touch so that you'll want more, and then I go for the gold," he whispers huskily in my ear.
There's that voice again. I love that voice.
He leaves one of his hands on my tits, going back and forth between the two, rubbing and squeezing them. His other hand slides down my front until he meets the apex of my thighs. He moves in and slowly starts to rub me through my satin boy shorts. I groan in delight, not wanting him to stop. I'm fighting with the choice of trying to stay modest or submitting to this carnal need. He takes my groan as encouragement and starts to rub a little faster before whispering in my ear again.
"Now that I've gotten you hot and horny, you turn over in my arms..." he whispers, turning me over so I'm facing him. I look up into his smoldering eyes, waiting for what he'll say next. "Then I slowly peel your clothes off, and then you help me take off mine."
He grabs the hem of my camisole and pulls it up my body. I lift my arms so he can pull it off, the satin feels like a soft caress as it slides off my skin and he tosses it on the ground. Then his hands are back on my body, savagely moving down my torso until they reach the top of my shorts. His fingers grip my waistband and he quickly pulls them off my body, leaving me lying naked.
We both make quick work of getting his clothes off until we're both on our sides, facing each other nude. One of his legs nudges between mine as he lowers his face to me, our lips just centimeters apart.
"Then we get down and dirty and I fuck you until you're screaming my name. That's a snugglefuck. The best kind of fucking. Now, since we've completed the snuggle part, I'm ready to fuck you now."
He closes the small distance between us and his lips are on mine, kissing me urgently. Our lips mold together as one and as great as it is, it's not enough. I want what he described. I want him to fuck me until I'm screaming his name.
I break the kiss and move up onto my elbow before rolling him onto his back. I quickly climb on top and grip his erection in my hand before sitting down and sliding him into my waiting pussy to satisfy my scorching hunger for him.
"Fuck me," he growls, reaching out and gripping my hips with his large, rough hands. "Have you heard of foreplay, woman?"
"There's no foreplay in fucking. I want you now, so make me scream."
His hips instantly start to move, thrusting up into my wet core. With every thrust my body trembles. His cock is rubbing against me in the most primal way. He's hitting me just right, just where I need him.
"Yes... give it to me, Scott. Don't stop," I shout. The intense sensation is quickly building below. I'm going to come quickly and I need it. I usually like to draw my orgasms out, but not this time. Right now I need him to bring me over the edge, to satisfy my craving for him completely.
I start to ride him harder, meeting him thrust for thrust. His eyes are trained on where we're connected, watching his cock go in and out as the palm of his hand slips to my backside and he slaps my ass hard. His fingers trail up and down the crack of my ass, causing electricity to jolt through every inch of my body. The delicious warming sensation starts to take over me and when Scott moves one of his fingers and slips it inside my puckered back entrance, I shoot over the edge.
"Yesssss..." I scream, milking his cock as I climax. "Holy shit, don't stop."
"Shit! Fuck! Winnie," he growls, and I feel his dick swell before he releases inside me, groaning in ecstasy.
When we’ve both recovered from the few minutes of pure pleasure, I lift off him and roll over to my side of the bed.
"That was amazing. Best snugglefuck of my life."
"Thanks. You weren't so bad yourself," I pant out, still trying to control my breathing.
"Uh, hey, Winn? I know it's a little late but you're on birth control, right?"
His words throw me off and I turn to look at him. "Of course, and you used a condom-"
Shit.
"I would have but you took me by surprise, and then your pussy felt so warm and tight. I've never felt that before. I've never gone bareback before. I was going to pull out, but when you came I couldn't control it."
Shit! Fuck! Son of a bitch! This is the most irresponsible thing I have ever done in my life. I always make sure my partner wears a condom. Always.
"It's okay." I turn to face him, trying to reassure him that it'll be fine even though I'm freaking out inside. "It was my fault. Maybe snugglefucks are too intense for me, but I'm on birth control so you don't have to worry. And I've never had sex without a condom either."
He reaches for me, pulling me into his side and leaning down to kiss me on the forehead. "Next round I'll wear one, I promise. I have a box in the top drawer."
"Next round?" I ask, attempting to giggle and lighten the mood. I shift in his arms and look up into his gray eyes for comfort.
"Oh, yes, we'll definitely be going for a round two, three, and four," he replies.
He leans down to kiss me tenderly and I kiss him right back, not holding back anything. I quickly forget about our lack of condom use and let his kiss consume me. Just like all of our kisses in the past, soon kissing isn't enough and we jump right into round two.
Chapter Seven
July- One month later
Scott: What are you wearing?
Me: You know what I'm wearing. I'm at my parents’ boat shop for goodness sake.
Scott: Maybe you should take a break and go use the restroom.
Me: I don't need to use the restroom
Scott: It's not to go to the bathroom, Winn. It's so I can get you off.
Me: Okay, I'll call you in five
★★★
August
Scott: That woman is such a bitch. She made me show her twenty houses today, Winn. Twenty!!! She wasted my entire day and now she's not even sure if she wants to move.
Me: That sucks. You should have her work with someone else.
Scott: I can't. She's my best friend Jeff's mother. I promised him I'd do this.
Me: So maybe it was just a bad day. You know her so she must not always be a bitch.
Scott: Oh no. She is always a raging bitch. When she hit menopause it just intensified.
Me: Well if you knew she was a bitch and still agreed to work with her then you're on your own. Serves you right.
Scott: I don't get any sympathy from you? You don't feel bad at all?
Me: Nope
Scott: I hate you
Me: You lust me ;)
Scott: True. Can I call you later?
Me: Always
★★★
September
Me: I just got a package from you
Scott: I have a rather large package for you here. You should have made your last trip a longer one.
Me: I need you to not be horny for like five minutes.
Scott: Impossible
Me: That's too bad
Scott: And why is that?
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bsp; Me: Because I was going to thank you.
Scott: Well I can hide my horniness for a little gratitude from you.
Me: Did you really just send me sixteen seashells in the mail?
Scott: I don't know, did I? You’re the one with the package.
Me: That was really sweet, Scott. Some of these are absolutely gorgeous.
Scott: It was no big deal. I'm at the beach all the time anyway and usually I'm stepping on those suckers and cutting up my feet. I'm just cleaning up my path. That's all.
Me: So defensive. It doesn't matter why you did it, just thank you.
Scott: Does that earn me some Skype sex? We haven't done that in a while.
Me: Definitely earns you Skype sex. Let me change and I'll call you in a few.
★★★
October
Scott: I miss you
Me: I only left California a week ago. You'll survive.
Scott: But who will I sneak around with.
Me: Your hand?
Scott: That's not exciting. Sneaking around with you was exciting.
Me: It kind of was, wasn't it?
Scott: Yep. YOU NEED to fly back here ASAP!!!
Me: LOL STOP WITH THE CAPS!!!
Scott: SORRY I KNOW YOU HATE THAT
Scott: :)
Me: :) What are your plans for the day?
Scott: No clue. I promised Autumn I'd help in the office today. Kelly's out of town and Autumn's overwhelmed.
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