Zia was fresh out of the shower, wrapped in another wonderful robe, when she heard banging on the outer door. Miranda had given her a quick tour of the room, telling her that she knew she needed to rest and that they'd get her settled better in the next few days. The rooms were more than adequate, even better than the best hotel conference room she'd ever stayed in. The bath and shower were amazing, all granite, tile, and glass, and spacious. She was tired, but also excited, it was a strange combination.

She crossed towards the door and the sound of someone apparently banging the side of their fist against it. She figured she knew who it was.

"Z? Z, baby? You in there? Baby, I need you," the words were strong, adamant, and just a touch slurred.

She opened the door and Phil swayed slightly into the room, with a goofy smile on his face, immediately stepping into her personal space. He put his hands up on her arms. He wasn't forceful but he was definitely, needy.

"Phil, you're drunk. I thought we weren't going to do this our first time drunk."

"I'm not drunk, dear. Buzzed. Really buzzed, but I'm not drunk," he argued. "I'm just really happy. And the only thing better than tasting an eight-thousand-dollar bottle of bourbon is washing it down with the taste of you."

"Eight thousand dollars?" she squeaked out incredulously.

"Give or take, but yeah." He gave her another lopsided grin. "So how 'bout it?"

"Phil, I am not taking advantage of you anymore than you weren't willing to take advantage of me."

"Sweetheart, you will soooo not be taking advantage of me. Please, Z, I will literally get on my knees and beg if you make me. I can't wait anymore, and I am fully aware of what I am doing. I promise. I need you."

She looked into his eyes, and what she saw was, sincerity. She crashed her lips into his. In truth she didn't want to wait anymore either. He tasted of alcohol, but it wasn't gross, it was intoxicating. That had to have been some damn good bourbon.

Phil bent to pick her up, and then stumbled slightly. She laughed. "Honey, you don't have to sweep me off my feet. You've already done that. I can walk. Come on, bed's this way."

He greedily took her hand, more than eager to follow.

When they got to the foot of the bed, he seemed to make a concentrated effort to slow himself down. He gently lifted her chin in his hand, lovingly cupped her face, and softly kissed her. He tenderly sucked on her lower lip, and then her upper, and then pushed his tongue between, just the tip at first as he licked, sucked, stimulated, and teased. Zia couldn't get enough as she tried to match him tit for tat. Speaking of tits, she remembered a certain man who couldn't seem to get enough of hers earlier, and she pulled open the tie to her robe.

Apparently, it wasn't just her tits, as he all but attacked her as her front was laid bare. He half pushed and half tossed her on to the bed. She giggled as her butt bounced as she hit the mattress and he climbed up after her, still fully clothed. She had apparently unleased the beast with her little stunt and now all bets were off. He all but shoved the robe off her shoulders to either side and sucked harsh kisses down her neck, definitely on one side more than the other but he did make the effort to shift. She knew he was marking her, but she didn't care; she loved his aggression. He dropped his body back enough to move to her breasts and engulfed the first he got to with his whole mouth. She moaned and arched her back off the bed. He groaned in turn, replacing his mouth with a large hand, and dropped his hunger onto its pair. Zia had never been so turned on in her life. He had only started, and she felt like she was going to implode. "Oh, My God, Phil!" she bit out.

He stole a glance up at her, gave her a shit eating grin, licked his lips like the devil he was, closed his eyes and dropped his mouth back to her sternum.

Zia closed her own eyes, tilted her head back and accepted her fate; she was done for.

Phil peppered kisses down her body, periodically sticking out his tongue to literally lick her skin and nipped her with his teeth in a few choice spots. She shifted beneath him, reacting to each and every thing he did with abandon. He got as low as he could in his current position, then pushed himself up, leaning over her, only to slide himself down off the bed, onto his knees as he pulled her by both legs to the edge of the bed. She squeaked, but it was short lived, as he pulled her legs open and plunged his lips onto her sex.

He lapped her labia to either side with his tongue and sunk an open mouth kiss right on to her clit. Zia's mouth opened as if to let out a scream, but no sound came out. She shuddered beneath him, and her thighs twitched under his hands. He looked up at her through his lust filled haze. "You ok up there, babe?"

"Uh-huh," she managed to pant out, trying and failing to control her breathing.

He placed a flattened tongue against her and slowly licked the length of her slit. She all but clamped her thighs shut but he was right there to hold her open for him. "Fuck, babe," he swore. "You taste better than the bourbon."

She was in no position to respond. He returned to her folds, licking, sucking, nibbling, and periodically shoving her legs back to the side to prevent her from pushing him away. When he sucked her clit back between his lips and pushed his tongue into it, the pressure brought her over the edge, and she screamed into her first orgasm. When she stopped thrashing beneath him enough that he could latch back onto her, he pushed his tongue into her, licked around her edges and pushed it back in again, mimicking fucking her with his tongue. He stopped to speak, "God, sweetheart," he groaned, "you are dripping wet."

He brought his tongue back to her clit and she nearly shot up off the bed. "Ok," she complained. "Really, sensitive. Can you please get naked and get up here?"

He chuckled, but stood to do as requested, pulling off his boots and socks and pulling his shirt over his head. Zia grabbed to tweak her own nipples and licked her lips; the sight of his bare torso was nearly enough to send her into another orgasm. She had hit the friggin jackpot. She climbed up to him, pulling her robe off and tossing it to the side of the bed. She kneeled in front of him, nude, and placed both hands on his pecs. She caressed him, sliding hands down his sides, to the muscles of his abs that she thought she would never get enough of. She could see the obvious bulge in his pants, and she reached for his fly. He pulled her hands away and set her back on her heels. "Not tonight, hon. I won't be able to keep it together to save it for the main event, and I am not missing out on that."

He undid the button himself, and kept his eyes on her, as he slid the zipper down. He dropped his eyes long enough to shuck pants and boxers to the floor. They were finally both nude. It never felt more right or more natural. For a moment they just looked at each other. "Come here, lay down," he instructed. "Butt out to the edge." She did as he asked, but when she apparently hadn't come close enough, he slid her by her ankles closer. She grabbed for the mattress, feeling unsteady. "I've got you," he reassured.

Brain clicking in for a second, he asked, "protection?"

"Pill." She answered back.

"Military checks periodically, I'm clean."

"Ok," she panted back at him. "Me, too, or was last time I checked. It's been a while; I mean that I needed to check. Speaking of which, please take it easy on me. I bet I'm tight."

"God, woman. Keep telling me these things and I'm going to cum before I even get inside you."

He lined himself up and began to push into her. "God, you are fucking tight."

He breathed through his own tension, moving slow, pushing his way in. Remembering to help her, he looked down at her eyes. "Relax, baby, breathe, relax." Before they both knew it, he had bottomed out. She wrapped her legs around his lower back, snugging him to her. The pressure of him against and inside her felt amazing. They breathed together. "Ok, I'm going to move, now."

"Ok," she answered, releasing her leg grip enough on him so that he could. He slid out to just his tip and pushed back in; with a few more slides, Zia's body released more wetness and stretched to accommodate him. She shifted to join him with his thrusts, and he got the message that it was ok to pick up the pace. With a few more shifts of his hips, they were rocking together with enough force to move to a fast and uninhibited crescendo. With how long it had been for both of them and the approximately three days' worth of foreplay, it wasn't going to take either of them very long. Zia screamed out her second orgasm and Phil let loose inside of her with a groan, dropping down to pull them both up onto the bed, spent.

Zia lay panting, tucked partially underneath him and partially to his side. It took him about a minute to remember to breath at all. When he did, he sucked in a gasping breath and let out a hearty laugh. He kissed her cheek with a moist smack. And laughed out again, "That," he gasped in another breath of air, "was fucking amazing."