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Everything's Going to Be Ok

By: shayshay77



Copyright 2014, by author Shayshay. If you wish to reproduce this copy, please contact the author for rights and responsibilities.





Much to everyone's surprise, the home office for their paralegal branch had sprung for the airfare and the tickets to the convention, but they were sparing in the accomodations. The rooms were fine, of course, a mid range hotel attached to a convention center complex, but it paled in comparison to the glistening four star that was on the other side of the center's garden walk. In the beginning, corporate , who of course waited until the last minute to book reservations, got them the only two rooms left in the smaller hotel, complete with a king bed in each. Two women and three men meant only two rooms to corporate, who honestly thought it was enough.

Amy didn't mind sharing with her colleague Gina, there were good friends, but they snickered at the thought of the three guys figuring out the sleeping arrangements in their one king bed room. 

"They are going to get a whole lot more comfortable with each other," Gina snickered one day during a coffee break. "I bet it would be hot!"

"Gina!!" Amy laughed and smacked her arm. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Amy honestly didn't really care about two of the guys, but she liked Sean. She had liked him from the moment he started with the company. He was funny, kind of quirky, and he made her laugh. Plus he was really smart. While she was happy being a paralegal and working with the everyday folks who came through the door, he was finishing law school and waiting for the bar exam. Thankfully, before the convention week came up, the two other colleagues balked and backed out, leaving Sean with the room to himself. Which initially sounded like a wonderful proposal, right until he walked down the hall to his room.

Two floors up from the ladies, Sean was listening to the incredibly loud partying of a group that was supposed to be in all week, surrounding him on the floor. It was five o'clock in the afternoon when they checked in, and the walls were already shaking. Not a good sign.  He went back down to the front desk, hoping a reprieve of another room was possible. No luck. The convention had them beyond sold out, and this group had booked the whole floor first. What could have been a nice respite was looking like a vacation nightmare.

"If they get too loud, sir, we will send up security," the hotel employee said professionally.

"Get loud?" Sean said horrified. "They are already loud. You should hear it up there."

"The noise ordinance doesn't go into effect until 11 pm. I'm sorry, sir."

Sean had given up then. Nothing else to do.

There were people in his hall when he toted his luggage up and they tried to be friendly, but it was no use. His mind was made up. He wandered into the room with a casual, 'See you later," to their greetings, that garnered no response. 

Once in the room he grimaced. He hated that smell. That cheap hotel smell; plastics, glue, and years of foot traffic. After a few provisional settling in tasks, he got ready to head to the welcome banquet, by way of anywhere but here. He slid his key into his pocket and walked out into the hallway to head down to the sports bar. He hoped Amy was having better luck with her room situation. She probably was. Gina was pretty cool. Sean pulled out his phone and tapped the screen until Amy's number came up. He was about to call her, then thought better of it. He'd see her at the dinner later. That would be good enough.



At seven o'clock the cocktail hour started. Sean was there at 7:01. It was a nice open bar before the banquet, but most importantly, he was out of his room. It was business casual, the average cocktail party. He felt comfortable in his jacket and dress shirt, unbuttoned at the neck for comfort. He smiled and nodded to people as they walked by, but his face only lit up when Amy came in the door.

She was wearing a dark blue cocktail dress, demure but not dowdy, hair swept up and make up put on. Gina was by her side for a few moments, but scooted away quickly. Gina was dressed for success as one might say. Her black skin tight dress was showing off every curve she worked for in the gym, and paid for during surgery. She did wave to Sean as she passed him by, and he gave her a knowing wink. Clearly, she was on the hunt, and he wished her all the luck in the world. He turned to see Amy approaching him. 

"Hey," she smiled.

"Hey," he smiled back. "You look great."

"You think so?" she said with a wrinkle of her nose. "Gina made me buy it. She said I would never land a rich lawyer if I dressed the way I normally do. I told her I didn't want to land a rich lawyer. She told me I was lying."

"Well, you did by the dress," he said with a calculating glance.

Amy laughed and hit him playfully. "It was on sale!"

"Mmmhmm," he said rolling his eyes. "Come on, huntress. Let's get you sat down at our table."

He politely held out his elbow, and with a fake scowl she took it. 

"You seem like a gentleman," she mused, "but I'm not so sure."

"Maybe one day, you'll find out." He winked, and she laughed, and suddenly he felt like the richest man in the world.



The seminars the next day were informative, but long. Amy found herself forcing wakefulness more than a couple of times. She chalked it up to have a few drinks the night before at dinner. She wasn't much of a drinker usually, but with Gina around, the alcohol flowed, along with the revolving door of men. 

Amy had noticed that while Sean was polite and stayed engaged in the conversations, he restricted himself to soda and eventually just water. She didn't mention it though. It seemed like one of those things that came up at a later date, certainly not to be handled at a convention banquet.

Despite the few dry panels she was forced to attend, she had to hand it to the convention planners. They knew the material was boring, so they planned a few fun events to help pave the way. Last night was the banquet. Tonight was the open bar social and dance. The thought of watching 1500 stuffy paralegals like herself dancing to the greatest 80's hits tore a chuckle from her lips. 

The three of them, she, Gina, and Sean, had decided to meet for dinner that night, but a few moments before they were scheduled to meet, Gina caught Amy in the lobby. 

"Hey girlfriend," Gina said quickly, with a little bounce. "I'm not going to make it to dinner."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I met a guy last night, and we are ditching this convention and driving north for a little vacay."

"That fast," Amy said matter of factly. "You just met him last night."

"And?"

Amy opened her mouth to say something, then shook her head and thought better of it. "Ok," she said finally. "I ... wish you luck? What is the proper response to this?"

"Congrats, dork," she teased. "So I've got my stuff packed in the car, but ... I wanted to tell you and give you the key..."

Gina pressed the room key into her hand.

"And ask you, if anyone asks where I am, or where I went, especially if it's corporate.... Tell them I had a family thing. Yeah, a family thing. Like a baby, or a marriage, or I don't know, make something up."

Amy laughed and slipped the key in her purse. "You got it. You be careful."

"I will," Gina said with a cluck of her tongue. By the lobby doors a man walked in and warmly called out.

"Gina, honey. Let's get a move on, woman."

She looked back and smiled. "Isn't he cute? Ok, I gotta go."

She hugged Amy tightly. "See you on the flight home!"

And then Gina was gone, just the lingering scent of her overly sprayed perfume was left behind. Amy just stood there and shook her head with a bemused smiled on her face.

Behind her a ways back Sean watched the last end of the encounter, and saw Gina rush out the door towards some man that looked vaguely familiar from the night before. He sauntered up to Amy asking,

"What was that about?"

Amy turned surprised, then seeing Sean shrugged her shoulders. "Well.... Gina won't be joining us for dinner."

"Oh?" he said confused. Then suddenly two and two clicked in his mind. He pointed at the empty lobby doors. "Ohhhhh. You mean she and ...."

"Yeah. So we're on our own."

"Two for dinner suits me, just fine."





After dinner they made their way to the social, more out of curiosity than desire to engage anyone else. Sure enough, the lights were dim, the disco ball was shimmering, and a DJ in the back corner played the hits of the 80's and 90's, with a far too enthusiastic attempt at scratching at an old turntable. When he realized people were doing more drinking than dancing, he switched gears and just played music.

Sean and Amy sat at a back table, not far from the entrance, sipping on drinks and enjoying a few laughs at the DJ's expense. Sean politely got Amy whatever she wanted from the bar, tonight being a Peach Schnapps brandy, but he always returned with a soft drink for himself. They laughed and talked for over an hour, when there was a lull in the conversation and Amy felt Sean's eyes on her.

Sean was smiling at her across the table in a secretive sort of way. Amy caught the glance and smiled back cautiously.

"What?" she asked.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked gesturing to the dance floor. Amy's eyes got wide suddenly and a nervous laugh escaped her lips.

"I'm not a very good dancer," she protested.

"It will be fine. It's pretty slow and I promise, no waltzes or jitterbugs."

He smiled sweetly again and she couldn't resist. Nodding quickly she stood up. Sean took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Once there he pulled her in close and slid his arm around her waist. Amy rested her palm in his, letting her other hand roll gently up his shoulder. He smiled at her quietly and brought his face close to the side of her head so they could talk.

Amy breathed a soft laugh. "This pace is good," she said.

"See, I told you."

"Thank you," she sighed, laying her head on the side of his shoulder. "This is really nice."

"You're welcome," he murmured back.

It had been a long time since he had held a woman in his arms. Years. Many years. He was surprised it came so naturally to him again. And he had his reservations about it. He knew he wasn't ready for a relationship, knew he wasn't even ready for this light flirtation, but it felt so good with her in his arms. Her warm breath on his neck, her soft body pressed lightly against his. Even her fingers felt enticing in his hand.

He spun her around and felt her smile and giggle as she countered and moved with him. God, that sound. He pressed his hand more firmly in her back and turned her again. She gripped his shoulder more and smiled again. That feeling. It made him quiver to think that she was enjoying this as much as he was. He lost himself in the feeling, sighing quietly. Sean opened his eyes slightly, noticing the exposed curve of her neck below him. That soft skin. If he kissed it, she would shiver too. His lips ached to taste that perfumed bare skin. Before he knew it, his head was dipping slowly to her. So close. So very close.

Milimeters away his eyes snapped open. What was he doing.  Catching his breath quickly he panted lightly as his head shot up. Amy felt him stiffen in her arms suddenly and looked up. Sean was looking nervous and scared, visibly shaken.

"Hey," she whispered. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," he said with a shake of his head and a fake smile. "Listen, you don't have to dance anymore, if you don't want to."

Amy looked up in confusion. "Sean, what's wrong? That was ... great. Everything was good. Wasn't it?"

Sean nodded and gave a weak smile as he backed away. "Yeah it was great. I just ... I need a little air. I'm sorry."

He hurried off the floor, leaving Amy standing in confusion. He looked back once, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry' once again, then disappeared out of the ballroom door.

Amy was in shock. What had just happened? Did she do something? Or not do something? No one around seemed to noticed anything odd. The music blared all around. So, it must have been something with them. She was determined to figure out what. Hurrying out the door she followed his path.

He had turned right. That way led to a set of double doors where the koi ponds and gardens were in the center of the convention center compound. He said he needed air. She pushed the doors open and felt the cool night hit her. It did feel nice. Only the path lights and the moon lit the way, but it was enough. Silvery light bounced off the foliage around her, making even the bright flowers by the ponds see shimmery and translucent. She walked slowly, her heels thudding softly on the concrete pathway, eyes scanning around her. She almost gave up on finding him, when she rounded the last corner and saw a shimmer of a shoe in the light to her left. Peering around, he was there, sitting on bench by a koi pond. He had one leg slung across the other, and he was leaned back, one hand propped up his head, eyes closed.

Amy let her feet carry her onto the dewy grass slowly. When she was a few feet away, she softly announced her presence.

"Hey," she said lightly.

Sean's head shot up at the sound of her voice. He looked over at her in surprise, for a moment feeling his breath catch in his chest. Slowly lowering his leg, he faced her.

"Hey there," he breathed. The shock in his voice was obvious. 

Amy clasped her hands in front of her politely. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

"No, no. Of course not," he said quickly, gesturing the other side of the bench.

"Thank you," she murmured scooting past him. She sat on the edge gingerly and looked over at him with a concerned frown. 

"Sean," she asked softly, "what's wrong?"

"I just needed some air," he lied with a half smile. "Just some air."

Amy pursed her lips and wiggled them in an almost bunny-like way. He head shook gently. "That's a lie, and you and I both know that."

He sighed and looked down at the ground, gazing off toward the pond, not knowing how to answer her. 

"Sean...," she probed again. "Sean-"

"Amy," he groaned with exasperation. He looked off in the distance and shook his head. Amy sighed quietly to herself and nodded. She could take a hint. With a sad smile she reached out and patted his hand warmly. When he felt her cool fingers on his hand the sensation shot up his arm like an electric charge. He breathed out rough, shuddering breath.

"It's ok," she nodded. "I get it. I'll go back inside."

To his shock she stood up and started to walk across his field of view.

"Don't stay out to long," she murmured. "It's getting cold."

"No," he said quickly, his arm shooting out to catch her hand. Amy stopped short. Sean looked up at her with eyes she swore were shimmering with tears. "Please stay."

Her heart melted when she looked down at him. Without thought she reached out and caressed the side of his face. Sean's eyes closed and he leaned in briefly. Wordlessly she sat down next to him again, kicking off her shoes. She scooted back on the bench and curled her feet up under her. He turned slowly to face her.

"You want to tell me what's going on?" she asked.

Sean nodded silently.

"Why did you leave?"

With a far of look he started to talk. It was easier if he didn't look at her.

"I ... I was afraid of getting carried away," he began. "Things we so nice. So good. And you looked so ... I was afraid of doing something you wouldn't like and pushing you away."

"Oh Sean," she chuckled sadly. "What could you do that I wouldn't like? I was having a nice time."

"Oh like kissing your neck maybe," he burst out sarcastically.

Amy tilted her head and smiled. "You never asked."

Sean's eyes darted to her suddenly.  Amy smiled back. "You assumed I wouldn't have liked that. Right then... I would have loved it."

"What?" he exclaimed. "You would have?"

"Well of course I would have. We were dancing, quite well I might add, and it was romantic. Dim lights, slow music. If you would have done that it would have been so sweet."

Despite her smile, Sean laughed at himself and looked away. "Of course, it would have been. I fuck everything up."

"I wouldn't say that," she protested. "You mis-read a cue, that's all."

"No Amy," he breathed and looked over at her. His eyes were sad and dark. "You don't understand. I'm really fucked up."

"No ..."

"Yeah," he confirmed sadly. "I'm ... I'm just a ... a mess. I am terrible with women, I can't relate in social situations."

"Sean you were doing fine," she smiled.

"No I wasn't," he denied. "I always mess things up with women. I always say something, or do something, or act in a ....."

Amy watched him trail off, and she could feel the memories welling up in him. She took his hand and watched his eyes close again. 

"You can tell me if you want to," she murmured. "Or not."

He seemed to mull it over a moment then a deep breath filled his lungs. 

"Four years ago, I fell in love with this girl," he began. "She was perfect. I mean, not perfect as in flawless, just ... perfect. She didn't know I was in love with her. We were friends first, and it just sort of happened. One night I decided to tell her, how I felt, and I was so thrilled when she said she felt the same way. We started a relationship, and I was never happier. We weren't plastered to each other, but we were together at least two or three nights a week. We both were working and had lives.

"Then one day I stopped by her house, to surprise her. Like a dork I brought flowers and candy. I don't know, I guess I thought it would be old fashioned and romantic. I knocked on her apartment door, and a man answered. He wasn't rude, he wasn't weird. He just answered with a smile. I asked if my Jeanie was there. He said, sure and invited me in. Calling for her from the back. She walked out and looked as if she had seen a ghost. The man was a bit confused, but to his credit, he was calm. I think I knew what was happening, but I didn't say anything. I put her gifts on the table, told her I brought those for her, and I left. 

"She texted me later, angry I had come by unannounced. I responded the same way, asking her who the man was. He was her fiancé, you see. He was away on work a lot, a traveling kind of guy. When I asked about our relationship she told me I was just a fuck buddy. If I had read more into it, then that was my fault. At first I was so angry. I hated her, hated him, hated myself. Then I just got sad. I missed her. I missed our time, our life, the feeling of the future I had when she was in my arms. I tried to contact her. She ignored me. The more she ignored me, the harder I tried. The harder I tried and failed, the more depressed I got.

"I drank myself into a stupor every night. I quit working. Eventually my family intervened and I went to a treatment center, and got my head on straight enough to work, maybe hang out with friends, but ... I was never really the same. Every girl I tried to date I just wanted her to be Jeanie. They weren't of course, and I'd fuck it up somehow. Eventually, I realized it was better just to not deal with it at all. No women, not complications, no worries, no pain."

Sean looked over at her sadly. "Until I met you."

Amy frowned and gave a depressed sigh. He squeezed her hand quickly. "No, I don't mean you caused me worries and pain. Not at all. What I mean to say is, I was able to talk to you. Work with you. I enjoyed your company, and when we would have lunch together.  I was glad we were coming to this convention together. I thought how fun it would be to hang out with you. And it was."

A bright smile crossed Amy's face and her small fingers squeezed his with happiness. 

"Yeah," she agreed. 

"I just didn't...... I didn't know I felt that way about you until we were dancing."


Everything's Going to Be Ok



"I see," she whispered. 

Sean caught the hint of her tone and nodded his understanding. "So, now, if you're ready to go, its ok. I don't expect you to try to make me feel better, or make excuses. I wouldn't want to be around someone as jacked up as me."

Amy nodded. Without looking up she shrugged her shoulders. 

"It's a good thing I'm not you then."

A look of pure confusion settled on Sean's face. Amy scooted closer and touched his face again.  With a reassuring smile, she said, "I'm not afraid of all that."

"I am," he whispered with a frown.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"No."

"Good." She scooted herself closer to him still and tilted her head gently to the side. "Why don't you do what you wanted to earlier?"

"Amy?" His breath was rapid and light in his chest seeing her like that. 

"Go ahead," she encouraged, looking right into his eyes. "Try it. It will be ok."

Sean wanted to protest again, but she didn't waver, she didn't look away. She didn't actually press him. She waited. Patiently, for him to work through his feelings and thoughts. And there was a lot swirling in his mind. The cool air of the night, the look of that warm skin beckoning to him, the woman it belonged to. His heart pounded aggressively in his ears. With a breath of courage, he leaned over to her, his eyes holding hers until the last possible moment. He paused to inhale the scent of the perfume he had breathed not long ago. He cast one glance at her face for a sign of disapproval once again. Seeing none, he pressed his lips to that silken skin.

Amy exhaled a sigh of contentment at the touch of his lips. Her arms gently and slowly reached around his shoulders, eliciting a groan of desire from Sean. Slowly, carefully, his lips moved and danced over the swell of her neck. Amy couldn't help the whimpers and purrs that came from her lips as he moved. Sean couldn't help the way his arms snaked around her, pulling her into him. She let her fingers walk up to his hair and play with it, twisting it in her fingers. When he gently bit the top of her shoulder, she cried out softly and clutched him tight.

Afraid he hurt her, Sean pulled away quickly.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I hurt you?"

"No," she giggled, sitting up and holding his hands. "I liked it."

"Oh," he smiled shyly.

Amy nodded and leaned in. "I'm going to kiss you now Sean. Please don't run away."

"I won't," he whispered as she drew closer. "I won't."

Her lips touched his, lightly at first, testing the waters so to speak. Feeling him respond she pressed more firmly, cupping his face in her hands and stroking them lovingly. The tender expression struck Sean more than anything else and he grabbed her firmly, deepening his kiss, licking her lips with his tongue until she opened them and allowed him inside. He groaned at the taste of her. She tasted of brandy and fruit, warm and welcoming, her hands rubbing his shoulders. He wrapped his hand around the back of Amy's neck with an urgency that made her moan into his mouth. He broke the kiss gently, breathless, resting his forehead against her own.

He stroked her hair as he paused against her.

"Amy," he whispered warmly. Not hesitant. Not afraid. She smiled at the sound of his voice.

Suddenly she felt eyes on her. Looking up an older couple out for an evening stroll walked past them on the path. They said nothing but smiled and nodded at the two youngsters, remembering times long ago. Amy chuckled and Sean looked up to nod at them in return.

"Ok," he said slightly embarrassed as he looked back at her.

"I think we should continue this conversation indoors," she said encouragingly.

"Indoors?" he breathed.

"Yeah," she murmured, taking his hand. "Come on. Everything's going to be ok."

They walked back inside in silence. He let her lead him to the elevator. When they got inside he asked, "Are we going to your room?"

"Yes," she smiled. "I think it's quieter than yours."

"What about Gina?"

"She left this evening. Remember?"

"Oh yeah," he frowned. "You mean she left left? Is everything ok?"

"Oh, yeah. She just had a family obligation."

"So we'll be alone?"

"Yes," she smiled. Sean let a nervous look cross his face, but Amy just squeezed his hand affectionately. "It's going to be fine."

They slid quietly into her room. Immediately the smell of her sweet perfume hit him again, mixed with the body washes and lotions women seem to love. Not like his room, the smell of man and stale hotel. She put her key on the table and turned lights on, opening up the curtains to let the view of the twinkling city provide a scene to look at. Sean was still near the entry way, as if he was afraid to walk in the room.

"Come in," she smiled. "Have a seat if you like."

She gestured to the bed. Sean gave it a nervous glance but sat on the edge. While she took off her shoes she laughed.

"I don't really have anything to drink here," she mused with a sheepish smile. "Just some bottled water if you would like some."

"No, thank you," he replied. His lips curled into a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. Amy sat close to him on the bed and took his hand in hers.

"Nervous?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Why? You know I'm attracted to you."

"Because," he said with a shake of his head. "Because it's been a really long time. Because I do like you. Because I don't want to treat you like those other women I tried to erase Jeanie with.  Because I'm afraid of making love to you and falling in love with you, and it hurting as bad as it did before."

Amy squeezed his hands. Bringing them to her lips, she kissed then gently. "I understand Sean. We don't have to do anything."

His fingers reached out and caressed her face, lingering on her soft lips.

"I want to," he groaned. "I'm just scared."

Amy kissed his fingers gently, then cocked her head to the side. "Hmm," she mused.

Lowering their hands down to her lap she said with a secretive smile, "You know, I think I might have a solution."

Sean gave a weak but intrigued smile back to her. "What do you mean?"

She bit her bottom lip in a way that made him twinge deep inside. "I think there is a way for us to break the ice, without diving all the way into the water.

"If you will trust me for a little while, Sean. Do you think you can?"

He smiled and nodded. "Of course."

"Ok," she breathed, letting go of his hands, "ok."

She cupped his face again and kissed him deeply. The passion in both of them surged forward again. Deep, probing kisses and urgent hands.  While she kissed down the side of his jaw to his neck, she slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. When she spread the fabric open and her warm palms touched his skin for the first time, he moaned loudly and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Amy let her hands roam around with slow and deliberate movements, massaging and testing the skin of his chest, stomach and back. Two tugs later his shirt was freed from his pants and she was working it off his shoulders. She kissed along the skin of his shoulders, making him cry out and shiver, something she loved to hear. 

She crawled up on the bed and sat behind him, wrapping her arms around him and kissed the back of his neck, nibbling her way to his ears.

"Amy," he breathed, clutching her forearms at the front of his chest. "God Amy, I forgot."

"I know you have," she breathed into his ear. "I want to remind you."

With a firm deliberate push she slid her palms down his stomach and on to his legs, careful to avoid the growing hardness that lay in between. When she massaged his quads his head lolled back on her shoulder and he craned his neck to kiss her. She kissed Sean deeply while her fingers worked at the buckle of his belt. She opened it without ever breaking the kiss, unhooking the top button, and ever so slowly drawing the zipper down.

Amy interrupted the kiss and nuzzled his cheek. "Stand up for me."

He did as he was asked and turned to face her. Kneeling on the bed she raised up and slowly lowered his pants to the floor. She toyed with the idea of hooking her thumbs into his underwear, but thought better of it. She leaned up to kiss him.

"Take your shoes off and get comfy on the bed. Use all the pillows you like."

Sean chuckled at that idea, but complied without complaint. He created a perfect angle for himself and turned his attention back to Amy. She was by the side of the bed, watching him, carefully unzipping her dress. Not looking away from him she slipped it down her body to the floor. His eyes left hers and searched the curves of her body. The way her breasts swelled in the black bra she wore, the way they matched the black cotton panties that covered her hips.

"Amy, you look so beautiful," he sighed.

"You think?" she asked surprised. "Thank you."

She crawled back onto the bed and over to his side. "Trust me, ok? Everything's going to be ok."

Sean nodded and smiled, happy to feel her body heat near him again. She lifted herself again and straddled his hips, sitting down firmly on his underwear trapped hardness. Sean gasped and shot his head back. The pressure of her body, the heat that radiated from her, it almost sent him over the edge right there.

"Amy," he moaned. "God."

She leaned forward and pressed her breasts into his chest, touching him and kissing every inch of skin she could reach. His arms wrapped around her involuntarily, massaging her shoulders and finally bringing her mouth to his where he devoured her mouth with an almost feral passion. When Amy sat up from the kiss, she was smiling, her fingers dancing along his palms. Sean smiled back at her.

"Ok so far?" she asked.

"Oh yes," he whispered with a smile. "It's incredible. You're incredible."

"Touch me," she said calmly, her chest rising and falling with excited breaths. "Here."

She placed his hands on her breasts, and instinct took over. He started massaging and rubbing them through the fabric. Amy's eyes closed and moaned her approval. Reaching behind her back she undid the clasps and let the bra crumple in his hands. He seemed surprised for a moment, but when she took the lingerie from him, his hands gravitated back to her bare flesh.

"Oh Sean," she murmured. His hands rolled the meat of her the breast back and forth, but when his fingers tugged gently on her nipples, her body bucked against him. The grinding his pelvis made him grit his teeth, but he didn't stop touching her. He snuggled one hand on her back and pulled her closer and thankfully off his groin, sucking on nipple in his mouth.

"God yes," she gasped with a smile. "That's perfect, baby. So perfect."

She rolled her fingers through his hair and dragged her nails across his neck. She heard his deep moan as he switched to the other breast.  Her hands roamed all over him and he responded in kind, reaching down to grab her curvy buttocks. He growled in his throat when he felt the firm resistance of her flesh through her panties. The thought of throwing her over on the bed flashed through his head, quickly followed by a memory of when he had done that to Jeanie. 

His body froze in place. Amy felt him still underneath him and realized what had happened instantly. With gentle hands she pressed herself up and off him, cuddling up to his side. Sean's eyes were closed tightly as he tried to push that memory aside. Amy just stroked his chest and face lovingly.

"Its's alright," she whispered, against his skin. "It's alright. Just breathe."

Sean took some deep breaths, at first shaky, then more and more even. When he felt the thumping in his chest relax, he looked over at her, the same hazy sadness as before in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to her. "I'm sorry."

His hand touched her face hesitantly, ready for her to throw him out, ready to go as soon as she said. Amy took his hand in hers, holding it tightly.

"Don't be sorry," she said as she kissed his lips, "just be here."

"I will," he said softly. "I'll try."

"Just look at me," she murmured. "Don't take your eyes away."

He nodded as he felt her hand work its way down his body. He was watching the way her long lashes batted on her cheeks when he felt her hand grasp his cock through his underwear. He sucked a long drawn breath and moaned loudly. His eyes closed and he dropped his head against hers.

"Keep your eyes open," she said softly, kissing his cheeks. "Watch me."

Sean nodded and pried his eyes open. He looked down his body and saw Amy's delicate hand slipping inside his clothing. Her warm hand felt like fire on his member. 

"God Amy," he breathed watching her remove his cock to the open air of the room.

"It looks wonderful," she said nuzzling his neck.

"Your hand feels wonderful."

He was full and hard, a small trail of precum leaking out and down the side. Amy used it to her advantage. Swirling her hand around in it she coated his cock and slide her hand down firm to the base.

"Arrrrrghh," he growled fighting the desire to close his eyes. It was a beautiful sight to behold, her tanned skin around his straining member. How long had it been since anyone but him had stroked it? He tried to remember, but her up and down movement blocked it out his mind.

"Jesus, Amy. That feels so good."

"Does it?" she whispered, dipping her head down and licking his nipple. "How long has it been since someone has done this for you?"

"Years," he said roughly, looking down at her soft breast pressed against his stomach. Her hand was never ceasing, bouncing rhythmically up and down on him. She would pause occasionally, swirl her hand on the head, a movement that made electricity shoot up his spine.

He curled his arm around her and clasped her to him. "You have no idea how good this feels."

"I can guess," she smiled against his nipple. "I really want you to feel all of this."

"I am," he said through gritted teeth. "But Amy, if you keep going, I'm going to finish in no time flat."

Amy looked up into his eyes. "That's exactly my plan."

She leaned up and kissed him deeply, never ceasing the rhythm she had created for him. Sean's large hand covered her breast and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger firmly. Amy whimpered in the most delicious way and squirmed next to him. The sound of her pleasure surged all the way to the tip of his cock. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer.

"Fuck, Amy," he growled against her lips. "I'm going to cum."

She didn't stop. She increased her speed and leaned back a little bit so she could look in his eyes.

"I want you to cum, Sean. All over my hand, all over everything...."

"Oh God," he moaned and lolled his head back, feeling the pressure build.

"Open your eyes, Sean. Look at me. Say my name."

He glanced back down at her pumping hand, slick and wet with precum, the turgid red head contrasted on her lovely skin. He looked up deep in her eyes.

"Amy," he whispered softly. "Make me cum."

"I will, baby," she smiled kissing him. Her dark eyes looked up at him with a smouldering desire. "I want this as much as you."

"Oh I don't think so," he growled. 

"I do," she whimpered as he rolled her nipple again. "Show me, Sean. Say my name and show me."

Her sounds. Those sounds drove him insane, and his cock followed suit. With a rush that he knew couldn't hold back he felt it rising up his shaft.

"Yes, Amy. Yes. Yes. Oh fuck baby, yes. Amy, oh God. Amy!"

The cum erupted from his cock and sprayed his stomach and chest with the first few bursts. He writhed and cried out under her hands, begging her to continue, begging her to never stop.

"So good baby," he moaned in the crook of her neck, crushing her to him. "Don't stop."

"I won't," she whispered, pounding her hand up and down, "I want all of it. All of it."

She drained every last drop out of him, squeezing and pressing in long slow strokes. When she felt his trembling stop, when his muscles released finally, she slowed down, gently releasing him back down to his stomach. Sean reached up and caressed her face, kissing her lips.

"Thank you," he whispered. He stroked down her arm and interlaced his fingers with hers. "That was incredible."

"Thank you," she smiled. "For trusting me."

She kissed him tenderly, then crawled off the bed. Sean watched her with confusion, then noticed she was going to the bathroom. Ladies. Always need to pee. He heard the toilet flush, then the sound of running water. She appeared back in the room with a washcloth and towel. Before she came to the bed she switched off every light but the one by the bed, bathing the room in a soft glow.

Silently she sat next to him and very gently began to clean him up. He tried to take the washcloth from her hand, and she shooed him away.

"Nope," she giggled. "I made a mess. I should clean it up."

"We made a mess," he chuckled. The dry towel caressed him. She stood up and motioned for him to do the same.

Once he was up she pulled the covers back. With a smile and a gentle pat of the bed, she slipped under the covers. Sean looked at her, laying between the crisp sheets and he felt himself stir again. He slid in beside her and took her in his arms. His lips started to move on her throat, relishing in the cool salt of her skin.

"Oh no," she said, pushing him away. "Roll over."

"What?" he frowned.

"Roll over," she repeated. "It's time for sleep."

"Are you serious?" he asked with shock.

"As a heart attack," she laughed. "Now turn over."

Sean acquiesced but seemed bewildered. She spooned up against him and he realized he loved the feel of her body pressed to his. He lifted her hand and kissed it tenderly.

"Amy," he murmured, "I don't understand.

She nuzzled his shoulder. Reaching over she turned off the light.

"One thing at a time, Sean."

"What do you mean?" He turned his head around to look in her eyes.

Amy looked back with a smile. "Tonight, you made a new memory. A brand new fresh memory. We can build off of that. But not tonight."

He smiled as he realized she was right. "I suppose that is true. But Amy ... aren't you ...?"

"Oh yes," she laughed and snuggled him tighter. "Quite. But tonight was about you."

She kissed his ear and they snuggled each other tighter. For the first time in a long time, Sean dropped off into a contented sleep.





They made it to the first round of seminar's that morning, going their separate ways so Sean could zip back to his room for a shower and fresh clothes. With a sweet and tender kiss goodbye, they agreed to meet for dinner that night at the hotel restaurant. 

Sean didn't know what was running through Amy's mind all day, but his mind was on a constant loop replaying the unbelievable turn of events of the night before. Every time he thought about her fingers dancing over his skin his heart pounded, and a familiar tension began stirring. He spent a good portion of the day drinking cold water and forcing his mind to get back to functioning.

Finally the day ended and they sat at dinner in the stylish restaurant. This was a common practice for them, laughing and chatting over food. It was where their first bond had started, and it was easy for both of them. They were plowing through their steaks when in a moment of relaxation, he said, 

"That is hilarious! You know Jeanie, I was thinking.........."

Amy's eyes snapped up from the potato she was scooping and she froze. She didn't accuse him with her gaze, just paused. Instantly, Sean knew what he had done. Color flooded up to his cheeks and he turned his eyes down to the plate, then they closed as he quietly shook his head, muttering curses to himself. Amy set her fork down and smiled sadly.

"Fuck!" he hissed at himself. 

"Hey," she said reaching across the table, requesting his hand. "Hey. Look at me."

Slowly raising his eyes he looked at her. With a hesitant reach he placed his fingers in her palm.




Everything's Going to Be Ok



"It's ok," she smiled. "That was just a mistake. It happens."

"I'm sorry," he muttered, "I just fuck up ...."

Amy squeezed his hand and flashed that warm smile his way. "Yeah, but so does everyone. Everything's going to be ok, Sean. Promise."

It was impossible to look in her eyes, look at that warm smile and not actually believe her for at least a little while. He squeezed her hand back and nodded. 

"Ok."

They finished dinner in a good mood, and in lieu of dessert opted for barista coffee. While they were sipping and relaxing in their booth, Amy looked over the rim of her cup into his eyes and smiled mischeviously.

"So, are you tired?"

"Me?" he said in shock. "Nah. It's pretty early yet."

"Oh," Amy said, setting down her cup. "Would you like to come upstairs with me?"

Sean's heart sped up at the thought of the night before. 

"Up to your room?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes."

"I think I'd like that. I'd like that very much, Amy."

Moments later they had paid and were heading to the elevator. While they waited for the doors to open, Amy wound her hand into his, happy to feel the warmth of his skin. Sean smiled over at the woman next to him. They stepped into the elevator alone and the doors shut behind them. Amy pressed the button for the 7th floor, then turned and pounced seductively on him.

Sean groaned as she kissed him hard, pressing her body against him, pinning him willingly against the wall of the elevator. He let his hands wander down her back, to her demure full skirt covered bottom and squeezed firmly. Amy purred but didn't stop kissing him. She slid her hand between their bodies, grabbing his thigh and pressing her flat palm slowly up along his leg, settling on the growing hardness in between his legs. Sean jumped like a live wire, but settled down as she began to slowly caress him.

Too soon, the elevator dinged its arrival and they turned before the doors opened. Needlessly, they found because not a person was in the hallway, a fact Sean used to his advantage as Amy searched her purse for her key. He ran his hands over her back and down to that lovely round backside. Amy chuckled in a low tone, and may have taken a bit longer with her key than needed, enjoying the feel of his exploring hands. This was what she wanted him to do. This is what she wanted to do.

Once in the room she tossed her purse off to the side, and kicked her shoes of close to the closet. Sean did the same, wiggling his stocking feet on the carpet. She switched on only one light this time, then turned. He was by the undecorated wall closest to the bed, one hand casually loosening his tie. It was so adorable to her, so relaxed. She felt a rush of desire as she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

She walked to him and attacked him again, kissing him with abandon. Sean returned every ounce of that passion, forcefully pulling her shoulders into him. While she licked his lips her small fingers nimbly undid his tie, giving it a toss onto the bed. As she went to work on the buttons of his shirt, his fingers did the same with her shirt buttons as well. He was faster, not needing to undo a tie, and in moments her breasts, tucked in a pretty pink bra this night, were exposed to the room. He mauled them with his hands as they kissed. Seconds later his shirt followed suit.

Amy knew she would have to work fast if her plan was to going to work. After last night she knew he would be excited, knew he would be ready for more. More was what he was going to get.

Gently, she bent her knees, breaking the kiss only to mouth her way down his chest. Her hands wrapped around his back and she delighted in the sound of his moans and whimpers of pleasure. It seemed at first he didn't notice what she was doing, lost in the sensations of her lips once again on his skin, but when her knees hit the soft carpet and her hands went to his belt buckle, his eyes shot open and he looked down.

"Amy," he asked with a confused look. "What are you doing?"

She smiled up, her fingers now breaching the belt and quickly dispatching the button and zipper.

"What does it look like I'm doing silly?" she teased. "I'm taking off your pants."

He seemed hypnotized by her movements, letting her draw the slacks down over his knees and feet. When she leaned in to kiss his thighs up high, by the edge of his boxer briefs, he sucked in a huge breath, his head falling back on the wall. She continued there for a long while, teasing with her soft lips and hot breath over his straining hardness. 

"Amy," he gasped, pressing his palms against the wall. His heart was pounding so hard the room was starting to swirl a bit.

"Mmmmmm" she purred as she nuzzled the bulge in fabric by her lips. She looked up at Sean, his head back, breath ragged with wanting. With a gentle tone as she pulled his underwear carefully down and over his erection to the floor, she asked, "I guess Jeanie never did this for you."

The mention of her name brought his eyes to hers, slight sensation of panic in them. Amy pulled his clothes off his feet, then kissed the crease of his thigh to alleviate his fear.

"No," he groaned watching her dark brown hair brush his skin. "Never."

"Good," she purred as she looked up into his eyes. "Then I'm going to guess she never did this either."

With a long, slow pull, she dragged her tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the leaking tip, tasting every salty, sweet flavor of him.

Sean shuddered and gasped as his response, stomach muscles contracting in the overwhelming pleasure of her movements. She licked his length once more, then sucked the head with a well placed, gentle kiss. 

"Oh God dammit," he rasped, balling his hands into fists. 

"I'll take that as a no," she whispered, her lips pressed to the skin of his shaft.

"She never ... she never did that ...," he managed finally. "She said it was disgusting."

"Oh, she never knew what she was missing," Amy said earnestly as she kissed each one of his balls, then licked them slowly, making him truly grab the wall this time for support. 

"You're delicious," she murmured. She broke his reverie for just a moment to tell him, "Sean."

"Yes," he gasped looking down at her quickly.

"Don't move," she smiled. She hopped up quickly and grabbed a pillow off the bed and brought it back. She dropped it at her feet then settled her knees back down on it.

"Sorry," she giggled. "The carpet was getting scratchy."

"Whatever you need," he smiled, then frowned slightly. "Amy... are you... are you going to ... suck me?"

"Yes," she murmured as her hand ran up his thighs, cupping his ass. "I am.  Would you like that?"

He nodded breathlessly, one of his hands stroking the side of her face lovingly. "Yes. I would."

"Then tell me what you want. I'll give you anything you want. Say it with my name."

He cupped the side of her jaw and caressed it as he said, "Amy, please suck me."

She sighed with delight at the sound of her name. 

"My pleasure," she moaned, then leaned forward and pressed his cock deep in her mouth.

The groan of desire that was torn from his lips was one of utter yearning. The sensations she was giving him was palpable down to the soles of his feet. While her mouth moved back and forth, wetly up and down on him, her fingers cradled and massaged his balls.

Her lips were a tight seal as she slipped down on him; her tongue was a live creature swirling and darting all along the sides and underneath of his hardness. The steady stream of precum that dripped from his arousal made her job easier. Sean lost himself in the sensations of what she was doing for a long time. Her never ceasing ministrations of arousal, paced slow, then fast. Bringing him to the edge, then backing him off in the most delicious way.

He looked down, watching her bob up and down on him, erotically vulgar, sublimely beautiful. He saw the curve of her below her skirt, the swell of her breasts, now wet with drops of saliva and precum glistening in the soft yellow light of the room. He needed to feel her, needed to touch her or he was going to explode.

"Amy," he gasped starting to reach his hands down, "I need to touch you."

Amy deftly intercepted his hands before they could angle lower than her shoulders and interlaced her fingers in them, blocking him from distraction. He knew what she was doing, and he pleaded with her. 

"Please Amy, let me feel you."

She looked up into his face, never stopping her movements for one moment. Peering deep into his lustful eyes she raised his hands and placed them carefully on either side of her hair, digging his fingers in for him. Guiding him carefully, she showed him how to move her head to fuck her mouth.

The rhythm drove every other thought out of his mind. As her hands dropped away, she steadied herself on his thighs, and let him start a rhythm of his own. When he heard her moan with pleasure he gave into the moment completely.

"Oh fuck me, Amy, this is so fucking good!" he growled, now his hips were moving with her mouth, his hands buried deep in her hair. The room melted around them, neither one saw anything, but each other, and for long minutes of deep groans and purring sighs they moved together, his cock cared for by her tender mouth.

It wasn't much longer before he felt the impending climax coming over him. He knew it was going to be big, intense, and he moaned down to her. 

"Amy, baby, I'm going to cum."

For the first time since she started, she pulled her mouth off and replaced it with her hand, pulling, stroking his wet sloppy cock, while she looked up, simply asking,

"In me or on me?"

"What baby?" he asked with confusion.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth or on my body? You choose. Whichever one you want."

His mind swirled as her hand drove him closer. In her mouth. Of course he wanted that. But women didn't like that. He opted for the latter.

"On you," he gasped.

"Are you sure?"

No, he thought.

"Yes," he said.

"Ok," she smiled. "You tell me when its time."

Amy's mouth swallowed him up once again and he slumped against the wall, hips jutted out. 

"Oh god, woman," he wailed as she bobbed even faster. It wouldn't take long. He felt his balls pull up close and he knew it would be any second.

"Amy, baby, I'm going to cum. Oh baby, it's so good."

She sucked tighter and moved faster, her right hand stroking the part of his cock out of her mouth in tandem with her wet lips. His orgasm started deep inside and he felt it deliciously burning its way up his shaft.

"Amy, I'm close baby. God, so close."

He looked down at her, and her eyes flashed up at him. Suddenly he realized she wasn't going to move off him. She knew what he had really wanted. Her mouth was fixed on his ready to explode cock. Then her hands latched to his ass, in a sign of 'don't you dare move.'

"Oh baby, yes, yes. I've never ... never...Fuck Amy, Amy ... I'm cumming....."

His body bucked and writhed under her. The growl that poured from him was animalistic and primal. His hands held her head in place while he emptied into her mouth. It was a lot, and it was intense, even for Amy who swallowed almost frantically to keep up. She loved the passionate way he clutched her head, fingers intertwined in her hair deliciously. 

Amy let him empty out fully into her, her hands now roaming his body, gently stroking, easing him down from his high, still holding him in her mouth as aftershocks of pleasure spasmed his body. They slowly subsided and he relaxed back against the wall. With a gentle plop she released his relaxed cock and looked up at him. The look of contentment on his face made a warm glow come over her. She took his hands in her own again and wrapped her fingers around his.

Sean looked down at her after a long, breathless moment. The look in his eyes was far from sated. She knew that look. It was heated, raw lust. He pulled her up to him and plunged tongue deep in her mouth, relishing in the taste of her mixed with him in the most intimate of ways. It ignited the deep simmering fire that was in Amy, a burning tingle of aching to be touched, to be pleasured the same way. But that wasn't part of her plan. Her plan was simple. Create memories for him to replace bad ones. That was her plan, but when he unhooked her bra and took a nipple into her mouth, she knew it was close to unraveling.

"Ohhhhhh Sean," she whimpered. Her arms reached around his shoulders. It was heaven to feel his mouth on her, to feel his hands touching her body. Sean dipped his hands lower, past her round ass, down to her strong thighs. With her arms around him he slipped his left arm under the crook of her right knee and lifted her leg up to his waist, bracing his arm on the back of her hip to hold her to him. With a moan of pleasure he kissed her hard.

"Hold me," he whispered against her lips. She nodded snuggled her arms tighter around his shoulders. She leaned forward and kissed his ears, licking her way down his neck. While she was relishing the taste of his now salty skin Sean snaked his hand down between them and with a firm pressure put his fingers flat and strong against her panty covered pussy.

"Oh God," she gasped. The feel of aching desire surged through her. Sean groaned against her shoulder when he felt the wetness of her underwear. The shiver that ran back and forth over her showed the level of her arousal. He wanted nothing more than to feel that wetness dripping over his fingers. Very gently he began to slip her underwear to the side, but she caught him.

"No," she groaned, more to herself than him. "This is for you."

"This will be for me," he assured her as he kissed her throat. "I just want to feel you cum in my arms. I want to know the sounds you make when you orgasm."

"But if you touch me ...." Her voice, like her resolve, was wavering. His hand was an insistent reminder, still, but there. In her bewildered state she deduced a compromise.

"Just over the panties," she breathed against his skin.

"What?"

"Trust me, it won't take me long," she laughed softly. "I want it."

Sean leaned back and looked in her eyes before he kissed her and said, "Anything you want."

His lips descended and his fingers started to move. Amy nearly crumpled in his arms, but his arm holding her at the hip held her firm. Sean pressed up and felt her writhe against him. His finger invaded between her fabric covered lips and slowly stroked up and down. That movement set her on edge and suddenly she was shivering in his arms.

"Sean," she murmured against his skin, over and over, her head rocking back and forth. "Sean ... Sean, yes, please. It's perfect."

It was perfect, he thought to himself. He thought of vivid scene they were presenting. The two of them up against the wall, her leg slung over his hip wantonly, his hand in her crotch driving her mad.  It drove his lust higher and he loved every moment of it.

The intensity was building in Amy, as sure as she said before, it wasn't taking long. She began to rock her hips against the pressure of his hand, stroking her clit against him. The new sensation fueled her fire and she nipped at the top of his chest.

"Fuck baby, it's right there... I'm so close, Sean. It's perfect."

He smiled against her cheek, kissing her lightly as he continued his assault. Below he felt the stirring of his cock again. In no time it was firm and rising toward her. He thought how easy it would be to slide those panties aside and push all the way inside her. How good it would feel in their lewd passions. Writhing on the wall like animals on fire. Jeanie would have never done this with him.

That thought gave him a startled shudder and he drifted off for a minute, his hand stilling, lifting off her.

"Oh God no!" she whimpered, her knees buckling with desire. Sean caught her and held her up, angry he had let his mind wander at a time like this. His mind frantically searched for a plausible excuse.

"Oh God," she murmured against his chest, trying to still the pounding in her head. She had been so close, but she tried to put it out of her mind. He wasn't ready. It was clear. Amy knew what had happened but she didn't want to shame him.

After a long pause, a few long slow breaths, with a steady voice, she softly said, "Its ok honey. We don't have to do this."

"No, I want this," he replied quickly. With a smooth voice he lied. "It's just that I want to touch you so bad I just froze."

"I know," she said with a quick kiss. "Soon."

He kissed her back more firmly. "Yes, I hope so. But now, I want to make you cum. Can I keep going?"

Amy sighed and dropped her head to his chest. "I would love that, but ... say my name and talk to me. I love to hear you say my name."

"Anything you want, Amy." He fastened his hand back to her pussy and went to work immediately, determined to feel her explode in his hand.

"Yessss," she hissed, surrendering to him. "Yes baby, please don't stop."

"I won't stop, Amy. I'll never stop. I want you to cum so hard, and I want to know that I made it happen."

Sean's fingers drove a relentless rhythm on her clit. Amy ground down on him hard and her fingers were digging into his shoulders. Two days of build up was soaking her panties and making her moan like a woman possessed.

"Give it to me, baby," he murmured against her ear, his deep lusty voice drawing shivers and moans out of her. "I want to feel you cum so hard my hand is wet, Amy. Show me how good I'm doing. Show me how good it feels."

She clenched his face with her hands and looked into his eyes. "I'm going to cum Sean," she growled breathlessly. "Please don't stop."

"Don't you stop, Amy. Let it go for me. Cum for me, cum in my hand. Please Amy, show me how good it feels."

She screamed as the orgasm rolled over her, her head thrown back and her pussy spasming so hard he felt it through her panties. He didn't stop, rubbing and driving her orgasm on. He kissed her hard, feeling her moan in his mouth and writhe in his arms. With a strong pull he braced her hip with his left arm and continued his relentless assault on her clit. She was still rolling out of the end of one orgasm when she felt another one hit her. Amy shook and shuddered against him, bucking and jumping as the second orgasm tore through her. This time her knees really did go weak, and it was him and the wall that kept her upright. He pressed his body hard against her, his hand planted firmly, but now still on her quivering pussy.

As she came down he nuzzled her neck, kissing her cheeks tenderly. He lowered her leg to the floor, holding her until she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Sean," she whispered with a smile. "That was incredible."

"Yes, it was." He took a step back from her. "You ok?"

"Much better now, thank you."

He smiled back and turned to the bed. This time it was he who turned down the sheets and patted for her to get in. He picked their clothes up, placing them on the chair. Opening the fridge he brought her a bottle of water, that she was glad to take long, cool drinks from. As he slid into bed with her she noticed his fully rigid cock bouncing in front of him. 

She smiled with an impish grin in the direction of his hard member. 

"I'm glad you liked that," she purred. "Should I take care of that for you before we sleep?"

"Nope," he said resolutely. "Time for you to roll over. Time for sleep as you say."

Amy rolled over but kept protesting. "But you won't be able to sleep."

Sean just laughed as he gathered her in his arms. "Trust me, I will sleep just fine."

He reached across and turned off the light, his arms enveloping her happily.





The next morning, as they said their snuggly goodbyes and warm wanting kisses until later after the seminars, Sean took her hand and kissed it quickly.

"Hey," he said shyly, "do you have the extra key that Gina was using?"




Everything's Going to Be Ok



"Uh, yeah, I think so," she pondered. "Why?"

"I was wondering if I could ... borrow it?"

Amy smiled with a questioning look. "Why do you need to borrow it?"

Sean gave her a secretive look. "I have my reasons. Could I borrow it, and have you not come back until about....... 6:30?"

It was clear the ideas were turning over in Amy's mind, but she finally turned, fished through her bag, and handed the key over to him.

"Here you go. I won't be back until 6:30."

"Thanks!" He ducked in and kissed her quickly. "Have a nice day!"

Amy laughed as he rushed out for his shower and change of clothes. She felt a flush came over her as she thought about the possibilities of what the night would bring.



At exactly 6:30, Amy creaked open the door to her room and was greeted by an amazing sight. Sean was there, looking out the window, and around the room, the lights were dim, softening the siholuette of everything there. The small table was set with a white tablecloth and a variety of appetizers and beverages. Two candles were burning, flickering their flame in the slight draft of the air conditioning. 

He turned as he heard her come in. With a smile he walked toward her surprised, and wandering steps.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Hi," she said breathlessly. "Sean, what is all this?"

"I thought you might be hungry," he said, taking her purse and bag from her and tucking them away. "Come on, sit down."

Amy couldn't stop smiling as she looked over the nibbles and desserts on the table. Gently she sat in the chair, running her hands over the linen tablecloth. This didn't even look like her room anymore. He had put flowers around the dressers and rearranged the couch and chairs.

"You've been busy," she murmured looking up at him.

"Yep," he grinned. As she sipped some sparkling juice and surveyed her options of treats, Sean dropped to the floor and began to remove her shoes.

Amy looked down. "What are you doing?"

"Taking off your shoes," he said looking up. "You want to leave them on?"

"No, but ..."

"But what?" he teased, her shoes now off and aside. His strong hands began to rub her ankles and calves in a slow, penetrating massage.

Amy closed her eyes and purred in her chest. "Mmmmm. That does feel nice."

"Good," he said quietly.

Amy let him work on her for a long while, then she opened her eyes, looking down at him with an amused but questioning expression. "Not that I'm complaining," she began, "but what is all this?"

Sean set her legs down and rested his hands on her knees. "I know I'm a mess," he smiled, "but deep down inside I have a romantic streak. Its buried pretty far, but I have one."

"Judging by this, it's not that deep down," she giggled.

"Maybe you just bring it out in me." He rose up to his knees to face her and look her in her dark eyes. He firmed up his grip on her knees, not painfully, but it was an insistent pressure she could not ignore. 

"It's been a long time since I wanted someone. It's been a long time since I wanted someone other than her. But I want you. I'm not sure if remember wanting to know someone so much as I want to know you. I want to know what makes you happy, know what gives you shivers. Your taste. Your sounds. I want to know the feeling of being inside you. I want you to know the feeling of me inside you. I want to- "

His words were cut off by her wanting lips crushing against his. Amy pulled him into her tightly, spreading her knees to bring him closer. Sean clasped her to him with barely restrained desire. She moaned against his mouth. He sought her tongue with his own, reveling in the taste of the juice still lingering on her lips. He was breathless when they pulled away; so was she.

Sean rested his forehead against her own, stroking her hand with is hands, smoothing it down her neck and back.

"I want you, Amy. I want you."

"I want you too," she whispered, caressing the back of his neck.

"Please don't tell me no tonight."

"I won't," she said with a quick kiss. "You can have anything you want."

"Good," he said with a growl. He pulled her to her feet and within moments she was naked on the bed.  He paused and looked at her in the soft light, taking her in. He hadn't been able to see all of her before. The curve of her stomach, settling into her full hips. The trimmed patch of brown hair that lay between her legs. The way her natural breasts formed round mounds with hard nipples jutting up. Sean stopped for long moments, just looking, taking her down in his memory in case this was the only time he would be able to. 

Amy felt his eyes roving over her, and for the first time she felt a glimmer of embarrassment. She felt a flush come over her and she reached behind her to scoot under the covers.

"No," Sean said softly. "Don't. I want to remember everything about this. Please."

Amy just nodded, raising up on her elbows slightly so she could look back at him. With quickness Sean shed his clothes. He carefully crawled over the bed and leaned down by her ankles. His lips found her soft skin as he kissed his way up her legs, delighting in her way his tongue on her thighs made her tremble and grab the bed sheets.

He rested back on his legs, slowly running his hands up her knees and over her legs to her full hips. When his thumbs started to rub firmly along the crease where her thigh met her torso she purred.

"I feel like I have been waiting for this for forever," he murmured looking up at her.

"Two days is hardly forever," she teased. Sean spread her legs and cuddled between them, placing a sucking kiss on the inside of her knee.

"It can be an eternity," he whispered, "when you finally know what you want."

The sincerity in his eyes stole the breath out of her. She just looked back at him with a surprised and expecting expression. Sean smiled up at her and kissed her thigh again, creeping steadily higher with each delightful nibble. Amy bit her bottom lip to stifle her whimpers of desire. Two days was a very long time when you knew what you wanted; she figured that out the first night when she lay next to him, trying to still the trembling of her own craving.

Sean growled softly when he saw her biting her lip, barely containing the soft mewing coming from her. He wanted to go slow, memorize every second. That was torture in itself, for both of them. 

His lips danced further up, now at the crease of her thigh. With a gentle push he lifted her knees up and out exposing her completely to him. Her brown hair was closely trimmed and well groomed. He could smell her arousal, clean, light, coming from deep inside her. When he brushed his lips across the small patch of hair, Amy sucked in a deep breath. Sean raised his eyes to her, and with one slow, firm lick, he ran his tongue slowly along her lips, wet and warm from the bottom all the way to the top.

Amy clutched the sheets and moaned deep in her chest. Sean smiled, cuddling his arms under her hips, wrapping his hands on her inner thighs. 

"More?" he said playfully.

Amy nodded. "Lots more. Please."

His tongue pierced between her wet lips and he got his first full taste of her.

"Ohhhhhhh," she sighed, her head falling back. Sean chuckled and looked back up.

"More like that?"

"Mmmhmm," she purred. 

"Or more like this?" he asked. His tongue slipped in at the top of her folds, finding her clitoris and rubbed it firmly, sending her into a series of electric jolts and writhing.  He held her hips down, continuing for another few seconds, just long enough to leave her breathless and bucking up at him. Sean lifted his head, a playful grin on his wet lips.

"So, which one will it be?"

Amy looked down, pouting. "I have to choose?"

He couldn't resist the way her lips formed that tiny air of resistance to his game. His mouth dipped, fingers spreading her lips apart. He put a sucking kiss right on her clit, sending her shivering. 

"You don't have to choose," he purred against her mound. "Just tell me what you want. I'll give you anything you want."

Amy looked into his eyes, smiling at the repeat of her own words from a day ago reflected back to her. Playful. She hadn't expected him to be this playful. It fueled her on.

With one hand she reached down and stroked his cheek. 

"Please Sean," she said softly. "Please lick me."

He smiled boyishly and dipped his head down, plunging himself into her wetness. Amy arched back and writhed on the bed. Sean rubbed his face between her lips, pressing his tongue up as far as it would go inside, loving the way he could feel her contract around him with each new sensation. Her moans were a sweet music to his ears as he licked and sucked each lip, each fold, working his way back to where he knew she needed attention. When his tongue pressed firm on her clitoris, her hands clamped onto his head and held him there.

"Yes, baby, please," she moaned. Her fingers relaxed their grip but she continued to massage his hair. "Right there. It's so good."

Sean redoubled his grip on her and fastened his mouth tight, his tongue a constant pulsating rhythm on her clit. At first Amy tried to stifle her moans, but the sublime pressure of his tongue and the devilish play of his finger on her nipples wrung her full volume out of her. He could feel her body starting to quake, the first tremors of her orgasm were rippling. He opened his eyes and looked up the terrain of her body. She looked beautiful, squirming on the sheets, her arms that grabbed his head pressing her breasts together, making it so easy to reach her hardened nipples. 

Closing his eyes, he focused on the task at hand. Amy felt the surge inside her. She locked her legs unconsciously behind his back. Sean smiled as he licked her, amused. As if there was anywhere he would be going but there.

"Sean, I'm going to cum," she moaned into the room. Her fingers tightened again. "You're perfect. Everything is so perfect. Oh yessss....."

The cry that came from her lips was pure, unadulterated pleasure, and the spasms that shook her body were driven on by his skillful mouth. Sean drove the orgasm higher with frantic and well placed movements of his tongue, her moans a constant loop. He would be content when she was breathless and nothing short of that. Amy's heels pounded on his back, her hips thrust up to him, her back arched, a series of, "oh god, oh god, oh god ...," mantras falling from her delirious lips. 

Sean rode the wave back down with her, easing his movements, slowing his pace, until finally her body eased back to the bed, and her breathing fell into a ragged gasping. When her hands fell to her sides, he released his grip on her and rested his head on her leg, watching her. She was tousled and sweaty. And perfect.

It took a long pause for her breath to come back to normal. Her fluttering eyelids told him she was back with him. Amy looked down and smiled warmly. Sean propped up on his elbows.

"You alright?" he asked softly.

"More than alright," she murmured warmly. "That was amazing. You ok?"

"I'm in heaven," he whispered, kissing her fingers lovingly.

Amy chuckled and tugged at his shoulders, urging him up. With a lusty voice she corrected, "Not yet you're not."

She encouraged him upwards with her legs and arms. Sean took his time, kissing along her damp skin as he went, placing warm sucking kisses on both her nipples in the process. When he was face to face with her, her legs made room and his throbbing hardness lay pressed against her pussy. 

He kissed her then, slowly, deeply, passionately. She sucked his tongue briefly, then licked his lips, kissed her wetness off his cheeks. Her hips started rocking against him beckoningly. The feel of her slick lips slipping along his cock tore a shuddering gasp from him, but he held his composure. When his eyes opened she saw that same dark, fuming lust that had been there the night before. It made her quiver in the most delicious ways. With a clear voice, she looked into those dark eyes and said,

"I want you inside me."

Sean nodded. "I want that so much," he kissed her softly. "I'm afraid I might lose control."

"Control of what?"

"Everything."

She looked back in his eyes, biting her lip softly again. With a slow insistent roll of her body, she popped her hips up high enough to hover her entrance against the tip of his cock.

"Good," she smiled, then drove herself firmly down on him.

"Oh god dammit," he growled. They both shuddered at the sudden sensation of him sheathed deep in her. His face dropped to the curve of her neck and he buried himself there, rolling his head from side to side, murmuring incoherent curses. 

Amy shuddered as her body adjusted to him, clutching his shoulders, careful not to move her hips at all, letting them both adapt to this new and hypnotizing sensation. It was no longer a theory. It was real and happening right then.

Sean was the first to move, pressing his lips against her skin and whispering in her ear.

"Amy. Baby," he breathed. His hands caressed her dark hair. "You feel so good. I can't defend myself against you."

He laughed against her hair and felt her giggle with him. Her warm hands were stroking his back. 

"Why would you ever want to?" she teased.

He raised his head and looked in her eyes, this time serious. "I didn't know it would be like this," he whispered. "I didn't know you would be like this."

He kissed her tenderly. "I didn't know I could feel like this anymore."

His lips danced on hers, his warm breath slipping inside her. "Thank you."

Closing her eyes, she pulled him back down to her, and said softly to him, 

"Take me, Sean."

He shuddered at the sexiness of her words.

"Don't think," she continued, "don't wonder. Don't be afraid. If you want to make me yours, show me. Show me now."

He felt dizzy, like he was tipsy or high, but it was his body that started moving without him. Amy gasped as he slid almost all the way out of her, then moaned as she felt him drive decisively back inside.

"Oh god yes, fuck me, Sean," she groaned wantonly. "I want this so much."

"Fuck, Amy," he growled in her ear. His strokes slowly settled into a rhythm with her. It was slow at first, almost a time of becoming familiar. They learned each others desires in those long moments, what a turn of the hip or a raise of the knee might change. The slow moans and heavy breathing of the beginning of sex, slowly gave way to a more insistent rhythm.

Sean sat up on his knees, drawing her legs back over his hips. Amy looked back up at him, licking her lips, then began to sensually roll her hips against him, fucking herself against his hard cock.

Sean's head feel back and he rumbled his approval. 

"Yes baby, that's it. Use me for what you want. Make yourself cum."

Amy purred and stroked his stomach and knees. Her eyes closed with pleasure then opened again, over and over as waves of deep hunger coursed through her.

"I want to make you cum," she gasped as she felt her own pleasure heightening again. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

"Oh god Amy," he shook at the deliciousness of her words. He looked down at her and ran his fingers over her parted lips. "Say it again."

Amy sucked one of his fingers in her mouth, then smiled, her hips never ceasing, never stopping. "I want you to fuck me hard and cum inside me. I won't be happy until you do."

He groaned and grabbed her knees to steady himself. Amy lifted her left leg and started it up his shoulder. Sean knew what she wanted and he helped her scoot it up until her ankle was by his ear. He leaned down over her body, pinning her to the bed, making her gasp and wrap her other leg around his hips. His hands slipped under her shoulders as leverage, and with a thrust that was bordering on violent he plunged himself to her depths.

"Yes!" she screamed. "Just like that, baby. Don't stop."

He assaulted her neck deliciously, putting him in the perfect place to whisper into her ear.

"I going to make you cum first," he breathed hotly. "I need to feel you cumming around my cock, or I won't be happy."

He laughed wickedly. "I might wear you out."

"Never," she countered, dragging her nails down his back. He roared in delight and devoured her mouth with a viscous kiss, never stopping his assault on her writhing body. He drove her harder and harder, the bed shaking with each heavy thrust, the wet sound of her pussy telling him it wouldn't be much longer. 

Amy moaned into his mouth, clenching her fingers on his arms to steady herself. She tore her mouth away from his.

"I'm going to cum," she moaned breathlessly. "Fuck me through this orgasm, Sean, please. Please just keep going."

"I won't stop. This orgasm is the one I've been waiting for, baby. Give it to me."

A few more heavy, deep thrusts and she was screaming in his arms. He kissed her deeply and muffled her cries. Her body bucked and convulsed as he kept going as she came, never stopping, never giving up. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, maybe it was two of them, he couldn't tell, but the sound of her cumming, the feel of her body serpentine under his, and the demanding clutch of her pussy on his cock pushed him right to the brink.

He panted above her, his body starting to roll. Amy felt his pleasure starting through the haze of hers and slipped her leg down to brace herself more fully on the bed. She met each of his thrusts, hearing the slapping of their bodies.

His orgasm started low but it rushed to a boil suddenly, and without warning he was there, screaming her name as his body, his emotions, and what felt like gallons of his essence poured out into her waiting body. He shook and trembled for a long time, hearing the moans of her body reacting to the throbbing deep inside her. 

Sean's arms wavered and he collapsed on top of her, their breathing ragged, gasping, arms and legs entwined. Now was the time for soft caresses, gentle sounds. Eventually he slid off her and to the side, a sensation that left Amy feeling empty even though he was beside her. She rolled to face him, and Sean wrapped her up in his arms.

His lips grazed her forehead tenderly, stroking her body.

"Where do we go from here?" he whispered to her.

Amy looked up and grinned, shaking her head in a reproachful way. "You're such a planner."

The warmth of her smile made his heart relax and he pulled her to him tighter.

"You're right," he chuckled. "I am. But not tonight. I have a feeling."

"What feeling is that?"

He smiled into her hair. 

"Everything is going to be ok."