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“I wish we had a handheld showerhead right now,” I whispered in her ear. “I have one at my place.”
“I’ll have to come see it,” she said, her voice breathy and high, probably because I was pumping one finger into her body while pressing grinding against her apex with the heel of my palm.
I didn’t answer, too focused on getting her off. She bounced up and down on her toes, simultaneously trying to get closer and farther away from my questing hand.
“Stay still,” I said, lowering my head and taking a hunk of skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder in between my teeth.
I bit down and sucked hard at the same time. I hadn’t given anyone a hickey since college, but I was suddenly desperate to mark this woman as mine. At least for now.
“Jenny, fuck!”
I pressed her against the tile as she spasmed around me, a stream of incoherent sounds coming from her mouth the entire time. When she was finally done she sagged back against me, then turned her head around to give me a kiss.
“Well, that’s the best shower I’ve ever had,” she joked. “But if I don’t get to bed soon, I’m going to fall asleep standing up.”
Blair
Waking up snuggling with Jenny was the best feeling in the world. All the other nights we’d shared a bed we’d both been careful to mostly stay on our sides, even in sleep. But it was like our subconscious minds knew that we didn’t need to be careful anymore because I woke up with my leg between Jenny’s, my hand on her breast while she cupped my butt cheek with her own hand.
It was awesome. I’d never really slept like this. The few times I’d had women sleep over I’d been so self-conscious about my parents and the security guys being around I couldn’t get totally comfortable. But I was definitely comfortable now.
Following my impulse, I woke Jenny up with a kiss and then proceeded to lick my way down her body and eat her out. Sadly we’d slept late and it was nearing check-out time, so we didn’t have time for another round after that.
“It’s not far to Chicago,” Jenny said as we got dressed. “It’s fifty miles, which could take anywhere from ninety minutes to two hours, depending on traffic. We can find a hotel near the lakefront and then spend the day exploring downtown.”
“Perfect.”
We worked together to pack up our stuff and straighten up the room before heading out to the car. Jenny automatically put Starbucks into the map app and headed over to the closest store so we could get coffee. I was addicted to their mocha Frappuccinos now, and even though we’d stopped at other coffee places along the way, nothing made me as happy as my favorite Starbucks drink.
Heading into Chicago was an experience.
“Everyone’s driving so fast!” I noted as cars whipped around us at breakneck speeds.
“That’s the thing in a big city, you’re either going super fast or you’re stuck in traffic,” Jenny answered. “And drivers aren’t as polite as they are in the Pacific Northwest.”
We made our way towards the skyscrapers that appeared in the distance, then we headed towards Michigan Avenue and the lake.
“There are a bunch of hotels around here,” Jenny said. “Oh, here’s a Hilton, that’ll be a good place to stay. It’s a little more expensive but you can’t go wrong with this location.”
We both almost passed out when we heard how much the parking was. I had more money than I knew what to do with, but there was no way I wanted to spend over eighty bucks on valet parking. Jenny conferred with one of the valets about a more affordable lot a couple blocks away.
“I’m going to park,” Jenny said, opening her wallet and handing me a credit card. “Do you want to go in and get us a room before they fill up?”
“Sure, that sounds great.”
I was unaccountably pleased that she trusted me to handle it myself. Not that it was difficult to book a room, but less than a week ago I had no idea how to handle that simple task.
“I’ll drop off our bags in our room and meet you in the Irish restaurant on the first floor,” I said. “I’m starving.”
Jenny smirked. “Of course you are.”
With no line at the desk, I made quick work of getting us a room. I dropped off our bags and headed back downstairs to the restaurant just in time to see Jenny walk around the corner.
Damn she was pretty. I’d fallen in love with her on the trip. Head over heels in love. I had no idea what I was going to do about that, or even if she felt the same way. But I resolved not to think about it too much. We were going to spend the day in Chicago, maybe two, then continue heading east towards Boston. That meant I had at least a few more days with Jenny before we had to figure out what happened next.
When Jenny got close enough I snagged her hand, loving that I was able to touch her so casually now. The restaurant was very kitschy with an atmosphere I loved. We sat by the window and I looked around curiously, taking it all in.
“I’ve never had a corned beef sandwich or shepherd’s pie,” I said, staring at the menu. “Oh! I don’t know what bangers and mash is, but I feel like I need it.”
