After they had gotten back to their room, Brittany hopped in the shower while Mike sat in the lounge. He'd picked up a few brochures in the hotel lobby, and was reading them, trying to decide on some things to do over the next week. But that decision became even harder when Brittany walked into the kitchen. "Drink babe?" she asked. "Yeah," Mike uttered as she poured juice into two glasses and walked over. "Thanks," Mike said as he took a glass from Brittany, who sat in his lap in the chair, "No problem," she said with a smile, "Any ideas of what we're gonna do for the week?" Mike wondered how it was possible for Brittany to be acting so innocent, considering her current attire of a short red silk slip dress, and a hot pink bra. "Umm, no, not really," Mike said. Brittany grinned and put her empty glass on the table next to Mike's, "Ohh, well, that's ok," she said as she drew a finger down Mike's chest. "It is?" Mike gulped, in an attempt to control himself. Brittany kissed his cheek, "Yeah." While Brittany stood up, Mike caught a better glimpse of what was under the red silk. A hot pink lace thong that matched the bra, and he couldn't help himself. Mike stood up and walked right in front of Brittany, his eyes fixated on hers. He held her at the waist and kissed her hungrily, before scooping Brittany up in his arms and taking her into the bedroom.
Mike set Brittany down, and she bit her lip, kicking the door shut. "Someone's a bit feisty," she said cheekily, leaning against the door. "And someone's a bit of a tease," Mike said, gently pinning Brittany against the door and lightly kissing her neck. "I... I would never tease you..." Brittany stumbled out as she fiddled with the buttons on Mike's shirt, undoing them, then holding him closer to her. Mike lifted his head and softly growled in Brittany's ear, "Liar," and he slipped the dress and bra straps off her shoulders, trailing kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. Brittany bit her lip, whimpering softly and lifting her arms up to force Mike's shirt off. As Brittany dropped her arms to her side, the red silk slip dress fell to the ground. Mike took a moment to adore Brittany's body, "And that is the body of a sex goddess," he whispered as he trailed a finger down Brittany's chest, over her belly, and down her thigh. Brittany undid Mike's jeans and pulled them down before turning their bodies around, and pinning Mike against the door and kissing him. "Oh really now?" she murmured against Mike's lips. "Mmhmm," Mike uttered, not breaking the kiss. "Well, that's quite the compliment, especially coming from," Brittany broke the kiss, and hissed right against Mike's ear, "A sex devil like you."
"A... A what?" Mike stuttered out as Brittany led him over to the bed. "Sex devil," Brittany whispered in a sultry tone as she nipped at Mike's earlobe. Mike closed his eyes and groaned as Brittany's teeth grazed the skin on his neck, as he undid her bra, pulling it down off of her and dropping it to the floor. Brittany lifted her head, placing a tender but deep kiss on Mike's lips as her hands slowly made their way down his body. Mike took a breath in as Brittany's hands found their way into his boxers, pulling them down. She let her hands linger at his inner thigh before moving them to his lower back.
Mike sat down on the edge of the bed, and kissed Brittany's belly as she stood between his legs, her hands in his. Mike took his hands from Brittany's, and slipped them under the back of her thong, pulling it down slowly, and gently caressing her ass as he brought his hands back up her body. "You are amazing," Mike mumbled as he continued to pepper kisses over Brittany's belly. Brittany lifted Mike's head up, her eyes locked on his as she climbed onto Mike's lap, and shook her head. Mike nodded and ran his hands up and down Brittany's back, "You are. You're carrying our baby..." Mike slowly kissed Brittany, "And you're still the sexiest woman on the planet." Brittany nipped at Mike's lip as they kissed, groaning softly, "I want you... So bad. And I want you now." "I'm all yours bumblebee. All yours. Do what you want with me... To me," Mike whispered, and kissed Brittany fiercely. Brittany broke away, breathing deeply, she said in Mike's ear, "You... Me... Hot tub." "Mmm babe," Mike said as Brittany climbed off his lap and skipped away to the hot tub. The hot tub was on the balcony, and as Brittany got to it, she closed the shutters around it, so her and Mike had complete privacy.
When Mike got out to the hot tub, Brittany was leaning back, her eyes closed, relaxing. Mike smirked and climbed in the hot tub, hovering over Brittany. He pressed rough kisses to her neck, causing Brittany to exhale and moan a bit. Brittany leant forward, forcing Mike on his knees, and pushed her hair out of her face, and reached for a hair tie, but Mike took hold of both her hands, and leant forward, again hovering over Brittany. Mike shook his head, and Brittany giggled, "Oops!" as Mike pressed his lips to hers, parting them with his tongue. Brittany's hands found the skin on the back of Mike's thighs, and she flexed her fingers, gripping him as they kissed.
After what seemed like an eternity of supercharged kisses and roaming hands and tender touched, Mike leant back and knelt in the middle of the hit tub, and motioned with a finger for Brittany to join him. Brittany went over to Mike, and he held Brittany's hips as she gently lowered herself onto him. As Brittany grinded against Mike, he caressed up and down Brittany's thighs. The kisses were slow, gentle, but heated and full of passion as Brittany held the back of Mike's neck and continued to grind on him slowly.
