I kick out, forgetting that I'm not alone. I'm sweating, I normally have dreams but I didn't. I roll onto my stomach, but his sensitive hands grab round my waist and tugs me towards him. His warmth comforts mine and evens it out. His chest hair tickles my back and he wraps his legs around mine. I could get used to this. He then moves and spoons me into his chest, his unshaven jaw tracing down my neck, spreading kisses randomly. "Good Morning, Miss." I giggle at his endearment. He sounds groggy - but still so heavenly. I look up, his hair looks just fucked - perfect. "Good Morning, Sir." He tugs more at my waist, drawing me closer, surprising me with a deep kiss taking my breath away. "Yes it is, isn't it?" He gleams, like the kid that got the candy. And he sure has.

After some soft and tender making out while watching Good Morning America, he grabs my hand dragging me into the shower. After our little endeavour last night, no undressing is required and we jump right in. The bathroom is just as grand as the rest of the hotel, white with silver and black furnishings. The shower is powerful, with many settings then I could think of reasons for. "Why didn't Aidan come back last night?" I wondered before we slept, surely he doesn't have anywhere else to sleep. He pouts and laughs to himself. "I told him not too. I knew I couldn't wait any longer for you." Oh my - confident dick, isn't he? I blush and stroke his back as the warm water pours onto us. "And I'm glad I did - it was so worth it." "Mhm" - I purr back. I've never had a man tell me I'm good in bed before, normally I never talked to them again afterwards - I suddenly feel very sleazy at my thoughts. Last night was so different - so much slower, so unrushed, patient and loving. It was the making love they talk about in the movies instead of fucking. He washes me slowly with some body wash and then goes on to wash my hair. Whilst doing so he manages to teasingly trace my breasts, stomach, backside and even further down south - the barstard. We clean in our muted silence - just enjoying each other's company. But it seems he wants more, as I then feel his physical eagerness for me against my back. "It seems last night wasn't enough for you." I turn around and smirk at him under my lashes, him still slowly, too seductively trying to clean me up. "Oh, it never will be." He pushes into me more, myself now squashed up against the wet and warm bathroom tiles while he plants heavy kisses down my back, exploring. "I'd like you again, would you like that?" I have no idea why he's asking. Couldn't he tell from my heavy panting that I want him just as bad? "Yes, please." Is all I manage, and he wastes no time, slipping back in. Oh...damn. He stays there for a while, and it's deeper than last night. From our height difference he's had to bend down a bit, which I find hilarious. But he doesn't notice me, as his eyes are closed, as he starts moving. Increasing my ecstasy as all I do is hear is pressured pants in my ear, and his dick jutting in and out of my thickly, gorgeously. It's not fast, but the rhythm is wanting, needing. The steam and prickling heat making the sensation more divine. He stops again, brushing my wet sticking hair away from neck as he sucks with his soft lips and devilish teeth. "You're heavenly." His compliment surprises me, normally men are Wham, Bam, Thank You Mam, and in and out within 15 minutes, but I can tell he's trying to make it last longer. He goes on to rest one of his hands onto mine on the shiny tile wall. He pumps harder and grabs harder onto my hand. I feel the familiar building in my stomach, tensing, grabbing my senses harder. It's soon. His is also coming as his motions get frantic, his grunts louder. "C'mon Mallory." His tone dominate yet exasperated. The last final movements do it and I pour over the edge screaming, staring up at the ceiling. My muscles turn into liquid and I rely on his weight to hold me up, he moans into my neck and bites softly into me, his grasp harder.

We spend the rest of the morning talking in our MGM fluffy dressing gowns shouting at Jerry Springer inside the TV and lying on each other's chest. We eat Lucky Charms and make Betty Crocker pancakes. We make the divine kitchen a mess with used implements and flour and egg shells everywhere. "Did you accidentally spill pancake mix down my dressing gown?" He jokingly pouts. I thought he wouldn't notice. "Oh, sooo accidentally! Looks like now you'll have to take it off. What a shame." I grab him towards me, he lifts me up onto the kitchen island along with the remains of our cereal and pancake attempts. He dives into kiss me, but I stick a finger mixed with pancake batter in his mouth instead. Shock addresses his face and then he manages a smile. Over sexually licking and biting my finger, Oh Tyler, you're playing with fire. "Mhm..taste good. But not as good as you." I blush as he proceeds to drive a steady hand up my knee. "Crap!" I realize one of the pancakes is still on the stove and it's starting to burn, pulling it off, he pats my behind in a frustrated matter. Platting up the slightly burnt, but still delectable breakfast, I remark. "I think you've had enough for 24 hours." I wink, he twists his mouth. That dressing gown does look good on him, it shows off off his chest hair and Michael brand on his chest; it also finely shows off the love bite I placed on his neck last night he has yet to see. "Oh Mallory. Never enough of you." Grabbing my waist as I sit on the bed and start consuming my er...very burnt breakfast, giggling. I don't think I could have enough if him either. He joins me on the bed, opposite me, legs crossed like a little child, diving into the blackened meal. "I don't think Aidan would be too pleased to hear you say that." I say, mouthful of pancake dripping out. "Fuck him." He smirks. "Well, I'm currently fucking you, but if he's up for it..." I smirk and he gives me evils, laughing. I could listen to him laugh for ages.

Finishing our meal we talk about our families, our friends our exes - he's had three, I guesstimate and say 4 and make up some names to make them more believable. He tells me about the most recent one, Ally was her name. Blonde, short, tomboy, he left her as he feels he needs more "time alone." I'm curious, "Then why am I here?" Damn, that sounded more accusing then I meant. He thinks and pouts for a long time. "Because I'm bored of being alone." I don't get it. I sit up. "So I'm here out of boredom?" He seems injured from my accusation, and tries to reach out from my hand again; I pull back. "No, Mallory. No. I want you here. I just didn't expect this." I don't know what he means by this, but it works for me; the man picks his words wisely. I frown like a stubborn little child and dive back into his chest, wrapped up in the fluffy white fabric, I could lay upon him forever. He's so comfortable, his muscles like a jigsaw against mine. "But, I am going back to New York." And I freeze, and the jigsaw pieces unhinge themselves.

Sorry for the delay in updating and short chapter, I'm ill so bear with me! Please keep reviewing telling me what you love and also what you'd love to happen in the story and keep recommending to others! Thanks, N x