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  “I…I just thought you might be hungry,” she said apologetically without turning around.

  She suddenly felt guilty for helping herself to his shower and digging through his fridge and felt like she had invaded his privacy. She felt his arms slip around her and he nuzzled into her neck. He told her to go ahead with what she was doing and he would grab a shower and be right back.

  Serena rummaged around the kitchen and thought how nice it was that the suite was fully furnished and had all of the basic cookware and accoutrements. Traveling to the Grand Canyon with her parents as a kid, they were lucky if they had a motel room that had a small microwave, so she was impressed to find a full set of china and crystal in the kitchen. She went to work preparing a tray of ripe strawberries and juicy mangoes. Her stomach started to growl since she hadn’t eaten anything since morning, and she planned to cook him a nice dinner when he came back from his shower. She was comfortable in the kitchen and wanted to impress him with her skills, so she would ask him what sounded good and he could relax and watch the news or maybe he had some paperwork to catch up on while she cooked dinner.

  There is something so irresistible about a man who has just come from a hot shower. Maybe it is the relaxed and peaceful look or maybe it is because he smells so fresh and masculine, but when he returned, Serena promptly stopped what she was doing and quickly wiped the sticky juices from the fruit from her fingers and went to him. She threw her arms around him and gave him a long, warm hug, inhaling deeply and savoring the scent of him.

  “What is this for?” he asked, bringing his lips close to her ear.

  Serena couldn’t think of a good answer, other than to exhale “Mmmmmmm” when she breathed in the scent of his cologne. She released him from her grip and told him that she had a snack for him. They sat at the island bar and munched on the fruit, and he suggested that he should have opened the wine that he picked up at the store, but she said maybe that would be best with dinner. She was braless and wearing the t-shirt that he had given her, and he raised an eyebrow flirtatiously when he noticed her nipples poking through the fabric. She giggled and fed him a strawberry. The juice dripped from his lip, and she gave him a quick kiss to catch it before it ran down his chin.

  We discussed what to do for dinner and decided to stay at the hotel. He suggested taking me out to a nice restaurant, but she reminded him that her clothes were still wet on the floor. Serena suggested that she cook dinner, but he insisted that she did a stellar job with the fruit and didn’t want to trouble her anymore. They laughed and decided to order room service, and he told her to order anything on the menu.

  In her usual mindset of being on a budget and ordering only a salad or ordering the least expensive item on the menu, she searched over the menu and felt warmth creep over her cheeks when she realized that everything on the menu was more than she would ever consider spending. She stared blankly at the menu, not sure what to choose. She didn’t want to seem greedy and spend a lot, but she also didn’t want to seem unsophisticated and incapable of ordering food from a fancy hotel. He must have noticed her discomfort because he reached out and brushed his hand against her cheek and raised her chin to look into her eyes.

  “Order anything you want, baby girl,” he said softly and bent down and kissed her lips. The gentle tone of his voice melted her every time he spoke.

  She still was unsure of what to order because everything was so elegantly described that everything sounded delicious, even the most basic chicken dish. He smiled sweetly and took the menu from her and promptly started dialing for room service. She protested and said she hadn’t decided yet, but he only pressed one finger to her lips to quiet her.

  Serena heard him ask what they recommend for a romantic dinner for two, and she strained to hear the response from the other person on the phone but couldn’t hear. She hoped that it would not be something like lobster and caviar and wondered how she would hide her disappointment and how she would struggle to eat that and not seem rude.

  They had moved from the kitchen island bar and were cozy on the sofa that they had christened earlier. She was curled up beside him as they talked and playfully kissed and tickled and teased each other. They acted so comfortable with each other that it seemed like they had known each other before that day. He was continuing to tell her stories about his home country and how he had grown up with a much simpler lifestyle than what his current position with the company afforded him. He explained that although he had gotten used to the finer things, at heart he was still a simple man and hoped one day to live a humble life and leave the corporate life behind him.

  Their conversation was interrupted when their dinner arrived. As it was carried in, Serena wondered how two people would ever eat so much as it seemed that they had brought much more than he had ordered. He sensed again that she was overwhelmed, and he squeezed her hand reassuringly and smiled down at her. She loved to see him smile and vowed at that moment that she would always do whatever she could to please him and make him happy because she had to see that smile that spread such warmth across his face and brought a sparkle to his eyes.

  They began eating their abundant feast, and he remembered the wine that he had bought earlier. He jumped up and went to the kitchen and rushed back because he was excited to try wine from a local vineyard. He commented on the differences between this wine and others that he had, but she just smiled and nodded; he seemed to be a bit of a connoisseur while she had only drank wine a few times in her whole life. She relaxed as they talked and felt that warm comfortable feeling that she had before when they laid together. It could have been the wine, but she had a feeling that it was the intimacy that was rapidly growing between them. Finally their bellies were full, and they returned again to the sofa and sat together.

  He had lit the fireplace, and the candle still offered a warm glow to the room. Serena was getting sleepy, so she snuggled up closer to him, and he put his arm around her. He draped the soft blanket over her, and she laid her head on his chest, holding him close. As much as she fought it, her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep as he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. She listened to his heartbeat and felt his breathing become deeper as it slowed to match hers.

  Something startled Serena from her slumber, and she looked up around and everything was quiet; he was still holding her and looking down lovingly at her and stroking her hair. He said they should go lie down as it was getting late and he had to be at the office at eight. She apologized for falling asleep and said it must have been the wine, and she said she couldn’t stay because of an early class. He stood and held out his hand to her; she took it and he pulled her to her feet. She assumed he would be taking her back to pick up her car at the store, but instead he guided her to the bedroom, pausing to extinguish the candle.

  They entered the bedroom which was lit only by a small lamp on the nightstand. He didn’t turn on the overhead light and said it would hurt her sleepy eyes. Serena paused for a moment, unsure even which side of the bed to take, and he stood quietly in front of her. He drew her into his embrace and slowly kissed her. As tired as she was, as soon as his lips touched hers, the glow that was in the fireplace was now inside her. Her body responded to his touch, and she returned his kisses, which were becoming deeper and more intense. She weakened in his arms as he led her closer to the side of the bed.

  He slipped his hands under the t-shirt that she was wearing, and the warmth of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers through her body. She felt her nipples harden as he lifted her shirt, his fingers grazing her skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps. He stopped kissing her only long enough to pull it off over her head, and he quickly lowered his hands and untied the drawstring of the flannel pants that she wore and slid them down. They fell to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her naked body back into his warm embrace.

  His erection grew hard, pressing against her, and she could feel the juices of her pussy flow warmly, ready for him to penetrate her. They kissed w
ith as much passion as they did earlier, but this time it was deeper and more relaxed. They took their time, holding each other and tasting each other and enjoying the intimacy of the moment, even if they both knew where this was leading. Her hands caressed and explored his body, undressing him quickly until his masculinity was exposed, raw in all his glory.

  He sat her at the foot of the bed and gently laid her down and he kneeled over her. He started nibbling on her erect nipples. Serena moaned softly as he teased them with his lips and tongue. She reached below him and stroked his hard cock and abandoned it to fondle his balls which hung above her, and he began to suck on her nipples. Her pussy was hot and fully lubricated, waiting for him. She dug her heels into the bed and slid herself from underneath him and scooted herself to the head of the bed. There she spread her legs and lay back again on the pillows. He accepted this irresistible invitation, eying her wet, open pussy lustfully and laid over her.

  The head of his cock glided through the wetness between her legs, parting the lips, and she ached to have him inside her again. Her body twitched as the glans teased her clit, each time like a soft electric shock. She writhed with pleasure beneath him and felt like she could come only from the sensation that he was delivering. As if he read her mind, he suddenly stopped. Serena frowned at him, confused. Their eyes met, and he only smiled and didn’t say a word. Then he slid his cock down slowly and paused at the opening to her vagina.

  His eyes didn’t leave hers as he plunged deeply inside her. This feeling alone overwhelmed her, and she wrapped herself around him as she surrendered to him. She closed her eyes and moaned as he slowly penetrated her, her vagina stretching and tightening around the thickness of his cock. She arched her body as she came, driving him deeper inside her. He held her and remained motionless as she held his cock inside her.

  Slowly they began moving together, in perfect sync as if they had been lovers for years and already shared that intimate connection. He knew how to touch her to bring her quickly to another orgasm, and she begged him for more. He willingly fucked her and positioned her to give her more and more pleasure each time, and Serena was a sweet doll in his hands, eager to please him and to take everything that he gave. She stopped counting her orgasms and gave in to his unrelenting thrusting and penetrating. Their bodies rocked together blissfully until he released himself fully inside her. She trembled in his arms while the smooth muscles inside her massaged and milked every last drop of his cum in the remaining moments before they both drifted off to sleep.

  Serena slept soundly and peacefully after making love again. The voluminous pillows and damask duvet wrapped like clouds around her, cradling her in comfort. The fine Egyptian cotton sheets were so baby soft and silky against her skin. She was swept away into the clouds of this sensual, heavenly bed, on a magic carpet of One Thousand and One Nights. The most comforting of all was feeling the strong arms of her prince wrapped around her protectively, holding her close to his warm body as he dozed behind her.

  Chapter 6

  “Are you awake, my baby girl?” she heard him whisper, but she was much too exhausted to reply.

  She wasn’t sure how long she had slept, but she opened her eyes a crack to see that it was barely dawn. She heard him whisper something else, but she only snuggled against him and drifted off to sleep again. With her head cloudy with sleep, she thought she heard him whisper the word “honey”, but she didn’t comprehend anything before or after the word.

  “Yes, baby,” she murmured softly, still not waking completely. She mumbled something incomprehensible.

  “No, Serena…I’m telling you…my name is Hani...”

  Chapter 7

  The full moon glowed brightly, casting a pale blue hue over the wooded landscape. The clear sky sparkled with stars, but with no cloud cover, any warmth from the day's sun had quickly diminished, and it was now chilly enough to see your breath. The grass was covered in heavy dew, and in the moonlight, it looked frosty. It was only the middle of September, and the leaves had barely begun to change and almost none had fallen, even here away from the city, so she knew it could not possibly be frost.

  She sat in silence, folding her arms defensively and turning away from him. She suddenly felt trapped in the backseat of his car, where only a few minutes before they were making out, then suddenly it took a turn for the worse. She had quickly pulled away from him, her heart still racing and struggling to catch her breath as she pulled her blouse closed and fumbled in the dark to hook her bra and fasten her buttons. It was all she could do to not open the door and run off into the night. She fought back her tears and stayed because she knew it was a dark country road, and she wasn't familiar with the area and was sure she also had no cell service that far away from town. She almost didn't care if she got lost or abducted out in the boonies; at least she would not be stuck here with him any longer.

  “Come on...Maggie! Would you just look at me?” He shouted at her and pulled on her arm, but she resisted and turned farther away from him. “I can explain, I swear...” His tone had turned sweeter as he began to plead apologetically.

  “Explain what? That you're a greedy bastard? That you only care about getting yourself off?” Maggie spat, finally breaking her five-minute silence and glaring at him with rage.

  “What? No...I...Fuck it, Mags! I'm done!” he argued and quickly left the backseat, stuffing his now flaccid cock back into his jeans. He zipped his jeans too quickly and almost caught his skin in the zipper as he threw himself into the driver's seat. He gripped the steering wheel tightly for a moment, trying to calm himself down, but he felt every vein in his head throbbing. “Now would you get the fuck up here? I'm taking you home!”

  How dare he do this to me again, she thought. How can he do this every damn time? Maggie reluctantly opened her door and moved to the front seat, her eyes filling with tears from anger more than from any kind of hurt or sadness. She was glad that the car had bucket seats and not a bench seat so she could be as far away from him as possible. She didn't even want to see him, let alone be stuck in close quarters with him. She inched a little farther closer to the door and away from him as she buckled her seat belt. Their silence hung like a heavy veil in the car, and she angrily pushed his hand away when he reached out to caress her thigh.

  “Just take me home...now....please,” she said trying to hold back her tears.

  Shane put the key in the ignition of the 1974 Pontiac Ventura GTO, and the motor hesitated to turn over.

  Great, just what we need now, she thought, shaking her head in disgust. A dead battery.

  He waited a minute, tried it again, and the engine came to life. They were both relieved and wanted this night to be over as soon as possible. She cursed him out in her head for not even being able to have a dependable running vehicle at his age. He had bragged that he got a steal when he bought the car and rebuilt the motor himself, and whatever GTO meant, she didn’t know or care, but he always talked like it was something special.

  Some deal he got and some Mr. Fix-It he is, she thought sarcastically as they pulled back onto the dirt road. Shane slammed his foot on the accelerator and spun the tires, spitting loose gravel behind the car, and headed back to the highway.

  “And turn off this fucking shit!” she added angrily and reached to turn off the droning country-western music that he was fond of, which he knew she hated.

  The evening had started well, and they seemed to share the same sense of humor, had enjoyed a movie together, and then got a bite to eat at Flanagan's. She normally couldn’t stomach bar food which she generally found greasy and inedible, but the pub prided itself on serving higher quality food than most and maintained a nice dining area with traditional Irish pub decor. Shane's uncle played fiddle in the céilí band, even if he was not Irish, and Maggie enjoyed the lively music. They had a couple drinks, flirted, and seemingly everything was going well.

  Maggie was dropping all of the right hints that she wasn't ready for the night to be over, so when they left the pu
b, Shane suggested they go for a drive before calling it a night. It was a nice moonlit evening, and before long, it would be getting too cold to enjoy evenings like this, so they drove about twenty minutes outside of the city limits with the windows down to enjoy the cool, fresh air before Shane pulled off of the main highway and into a wooded area. He took the key from the ignition, and without a word, climbed into the backseat of the car. Maggie much more properly opened her door and got out, inhaling deeply the evening air, and hopped into the backseat with him.

  Maggie wasn't one to mince words, nor was she one to wait for a guy to make the first move. As soon as she closed her door, she scooted over close to him then straddled his lap. This was not their first time together, so she knew that with Shane she had to be the assertive one and get things started. She kissed him deeply and grabbed his hands and pulled them to hold her ass. Her jeans were tight as she rode his lap, and he began to slide his hands, caressing her curves.

  She wondered if he had ever fucked a girl because she always had to initiate things, and she always felt like she was guiding him and leading the whole thing. They had hooked up other times, but the subject had never really come up about how many partners each had had. They would hang out together and make out, and that was the depth of their relationship. For one reason or another, it never resulted in any actual penetration, just a lot of heavy petting and the occasional blow job, while Maggie would masturbate alone in her own bed or the shower as she washed another pathetic date off of her.

  She continued kissing him, pushing her breasts against his chest and grinding her hips against his. He was breathing heavily, and she could feel the constricted bulge growing against her in his faded blue jeans. She was becoming aroused too and felt her pussy wet in her own jeans as she rubbed her crotch against his. She leaned back and unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra to expose her breasts to him. He smiled, and his eyes lit up like someone had laid out a beautifully grilled steak meal in front of him. She loved that feeling of being desired, and he brought his hands up to her breasts and started to fondle them. She arched her back, pushing them out to him.