I have rolled it over and over in my head a thousand times. She has a hold on me that can't be broken. She's a drug...a very addictive drug.
"Where's Chad?" The text I received Thursday night said she would be in town Friday and wanted to meet around seven. It failed to mention anything about her new beau. "He got caught up at work and won't fly in until tomorrow morning," she tells me with a devilish grin as she guides me by the hand into the room.
Roxy is of the breed of women who instantly brings calm to a man. It's a trait she developed in the many years of her chosen profession. "Jethro," she says in her sultry voice, "Why don't you sit down and let me pour you a drink. Oh, by the way, thanks for scoring me the room. I appreciate it."
She pours the drink, sits next to me on the bed and says - "You look good. It looks like you have lost some weight," I smile and tell her I have been working out and eating healthier - she adds, "I can tell. You are starting to resemble the guy I fell for. Keep it up."
I tried keeping my emotions in check, but the moment proved too much - "Roxy, you are the most beautiful women I have ever seen. You already know how much I love you. I want to be with you more than anything," the conviction in my voice brought a blush to her tan cheeks and a pearly white smile to her face.
"Jethro," she says with a sigh, "Why do you have to say things like that to me? Don't you know what kind of girl I am?" - she gets up from the bed, faces me and adds, "Why do you have to be so fucking adorable?" She then unstraps the tangerine sundress she's wearing and wiggles it all the way to her feet.
Introspect was the last thing on my mind at this point - "Babe," I say as I grab her by the waist and toss her on the bed, "Let's save the psychobabble bullshit for another time."
"You want to see my piercing again," she giggles as I lift her hips from the bed and gently unravel her panties to her ankles...she kicks them off from there. I immediately began kissing her tan, tone stomach. Moments later my face is buried in her lady spot.
"Goddammit Jethro," she moans in ecstasy, "Why do you do this to me? God, this feels so fucking good," a few minutes pass and she purrs, "Are you going to fuck me again?" -- she has a sexy habit of asking the most obvious questions when we are together. It's an absolute turn on! This time I thought it would be funny to use a bit of reverse psychology - "No," I tell her as I crawl off the bed and began peeling my clothes off, "Not going to happen," she smiles after the crack and says, "I seriously doubt that."
I leap back onto the bed, position myself between her legs, grab her by the waist and gently ease her to me. "Goddammit Jethro," she moans in ecstasy yet again, "Tell me one thing before you get started. Are you going to put us being together in your blog again?" I say yes - she says, "Good, your blog sucks nowadays. Now you can give your friends something interesting to read about."
I stayed with her until the wee hours of the morning. We made love a number of times, showered together, ordered room service and talked about all the different things happening in our lives. It was phenomenal!
We are standing at the door, in each other's arms, as I am preparing to leave. I tell her once more how much I love her and how I would give anything to be with her. "Jethro," she cries, "Don't fucking say that! Don't ruin what we have!" - she nudges away from me, wipes tears from her eyes, opens the door and shows me out. "I will talk with you soon," were her parting words as the door closes in my face.
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