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We ate an exquisite Pacific Northwest cuisine dinner at a trendy restaurant in the village. Lisa looked so hot in her indigo blue jeans that hugged her butt magnificently, and a grey Henley shirt that subtly screamed out "Hey, there are pecs under here!" She smelled like a sexy lumberjack who'd been out chopping wood in an alpine forest all day and was ready to bang some lucky lady in a glamorous cabin all night.

I had consumed only half of my glass of wine because, as Lisa pointed out, the high altitude was already making me lightheaded. I pointed out that it was her unparalleled hotness that was making me lightheaded, and while that made her smirk, it wasn't enough to calm my stupid nerves. Despite being more than ready to do the deed, I was still too in my head about how I'd compare to all the other women she'd been with. As always, Lisa was well attuned to my foolish inner dialogue, and suggested that we stop in for a drink somewhere on our way back to the hotel.

If her intentions were to make me so lightheaded that I was no longer in my head, I was fine with that. But, I quickly realized, as she led me into a nightclub, that her intentions did not involve copious amounts of alcohol. She was a genius in so many ways…

I only feel truly confident in two situations—when I'm doing my job, and when I'm singing and dancing around the house. I may have looked like an idiot when she caught me Swiffering to BTS, but I was a very confident idiot who danced like no one was watching, as long as I thought no one was watching. Or if I'd been drinking.

After half of my first-ever bottle of Moosehead lager, and five seconds of the intro to Justin Timberlake's SexyBack I was ready to hit the very crowded dance floor and I didn't even care that most of the people there looked eighteen years old. I hadn't truly felt like a young twenty-five year old in ages, and I was bringing my sexy back with the sexiest millionaire with dual citizenship on the west coast.

My hips did not lie, and they were telling Lisa that they wanted to rock her world. Unfortunately, they may have been broadcasting it to more than just their intended audience. There were a number of drunk dudes around, hooting and hollering. But I was only interested in Lisa, and what she was doing with her body. I had never been in a situation where I could see her dance before, and she was in no way disappointing, but she was being such a cool guy, moving as little as possible, that it just made me want to undulate more and dry-hump her thigh. When I kept feeling someone else's body pushing up against my back, I thought surely he was just accidentally bumping into me because it was so crowded.

Lisa, however, thought otherwise. She was glaring at the person behind me, and I've never seen her look so intimidating. I didn't look back, but whoever was there must have moved away because I couldn't feel anyone else around me anymore. I tried to hold Lisa's attention by running my hands all over the front of her shirt. It wasn't enough to keep her from staring down the guy behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw the twentysomething drunk dude, then did a double-take because he looked a lot like Chan. It wasn't Chan. But the guy must have misunderstood my double-take, because when the song transitioned to a slow-jam, Drunk Dude was right behind me again, his hands on my waist, yelling in my ear, asking me to dance.

"Fuck off," is what Lisa said, to my horror. Her tone was not casual. She meant business.

"You fuck off, I'm talking to her."

And that was all it took to incite Lisa to move me aside so she could shove that guy. He stumbled back a couple of feet, until one of his buddies caught him, and then they both came lunging towards Lisa. I somehow managed to get in front of Lisa, between her and those guys.

"Sorry sorry! We're leaving! Sorry!" Lisa's arm immediately went around my waist, maneuvering me away from the angry drunk dudes, who looked like they were ready to head-butt whoever was in their way. I'm not even sure who was pulling who off the dance floor and out of the club, but I couldn't wait to get out of there.

I pulled my hand away from her as soon as we were outside, and I stomped off ahead of her.

"Wrong way," she muttered.

I huffed, then followed her back, in the direction of the resort.

"I can't believe you did that."

"Me? He was rubbing up against your ass, Jennie."

"It was a crowded dance floor!"

"You didn't see the way he was looking at you."

"Oh my God, who cares."

"I do."

"Well get over it!"

She started to speak, but I held up my hand as I strutted past her up the promenade. "I don't want to hear it, let's just get back to the hotel."

She clenched her jaw, and we were silent except for our heavy breaths, until we got into the hotel elevator. I wasn't sure who I was more mad at—her for behaving like a jungle beast, or me for being so aroused by it. As soon as the elevator doors shut, I let loose.

"If you're feeling jealous that is your problem to deal with but you don't get to act like an asshole—to anyone."

She stepped in, facing me, staring down at me. "We're on our honeymoon. You're here with me." Her hands, God help me, were on my hips.

I stared up at her, defiantly. "Right now I'm not sure who I'm here with because I don't recognize you at all."

"I thought that was what you wanted," she said, pushing me up against the back of the elevator. "I thought you wanted to strip everything away and see what's left. This is what's left." She licked my neck, from my collarbone all the way up to my earlobe, and whispered into my ear, "All that's left of me is this need to have you. I want you all to myself. Is that such a bad thing?" Her breath was so hot on my skin.

"That's not a fair question when you're asking my neck with your tongue."

"My tongue will be giving you some pretty clear answers somewhere else in a little bit."

My hands went to her chest and pushed her back. "We'll see about that."

Her eyes flashed with admiration for a split second and then the lust took over. "I knew it. I knew you'd be a firecracker."

"You have no idea what I'll be and neither do I—yet." The elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

We walked down the hall to our suite at a brisk pace, wordlessly, without touching, both of us practically vibrating with desire.

As soon as she opened the door, she lifted me up and pinned me against the wall behind it, her bent knee positioned between my legs to hold me in place while she tore my blouse open. I let out a loud gasp before grabbing onto het thick sexy hair and smashed my lips against hers. She undid my jeans with ease and her determined hand was inside my brand new panties.

She groaned, her voice deeper than I'd ever heard it before. "You sure you aren't turned-on by jealous assholes? You telling me it was that other guy who made you this wet?"

I bit her lower lip. She hissed and slid another taunting finger inside of me.

"Tell me."

I shook my head and lowered it. She brushed my hair aside and held my face up with one hand so I could look directly into her dark, hooded eyes.

"You like being with me like this?"

I nodded. I didn't know yet if my brain liked this side of her, but my body was not keeping any secrets from either of us. I finally understood what it meant to be turned-on. My whole body was awake and ready and powered-up, but only for Lisa. As strange as it was for me to see her act so possessive of me, my body was hers to possess and it had no problem with that.

She carried me over to the bedroom, lay me down on the bed and pulled my jeans off faster than I've ever managed to. She reached back to pull that Henley shirt off over her head, and dropped her jeans to the floor, stepping out of them, crawling towards me and then hovering over me like she was about to do a push-up. I looked down to see the massive bulge in her boxer briefs, and gulped.

She grinned, lowered herself down and kissed me. She swiftly maneuvered me around so that she was sitting up and I was straddling her. Her hand squeezed my breast and her finger traced around my nipple. She licked it through the lacy bra, gently tugging at it with her teeth.

It wasn't until we'd slowed down to kiss and touch each other with less fiery anger that it occurred to me that Lisa may have been getting me all riled-up so that I wouldn't feel nervous about this. It had worked. Until now.

"Whatever you're thinking about right now—stop it." she grumbled, as she reached around to unhook my bra.

"I think I just forgot how to do this," I whispered.

"You're in luck," she said. "Because all of a sudden I can't remember how to do anything else."

From the way she consumed my breasts once they were fully exposed, I believed her. And I completely forgot that I was ever nervous. I leaned back and let her take me, devour me, any way she wanted to.

Eventually, her mouth traveled down from the top of my ribcage, to my belly, and then she licked and exhaled warm breath over my panties before taking hold of them with her teeth and pulling them down to my knees. She used one hand to drag them off the rest of the way, positioned herself between my legs, looked up at my bare lady bits, growled and muttered: "You should probably order up a movie and room service, I'll be busy down here for a couple of hours."

Hah. A couple of hours. The five times that Chan went down on me he spent less than a minute tickling me with his tongue and then looking at me like he deserved a medal. What could Lisa possibly do down there for a couple of hours?

Answer: A lot.

She did a lot.

Maybe not for two hours, but for a long time.

All that restraint she showed on the plane was replaced with hungry, urgent sucking and licking and swirling and flicking and thrusting, like her life depended on it. I made such a crumpled mess of the linens as I traveled on my back, up and down the bed, gripping onto the sheets, the pillows, the headboard, clinging to the bedspread with my toes, arching my back and crashing back down again. I may have lost consciousness at one point, and I actually thought I was going to die, because how could I go on living after experiencing so much intense physical pleasure from someone I cared about so deeply? She brought me to the brink so many times before letting me come, and afterwards I was just jelly, but I lay there knowing that I would have no trouble at all accommodating this girl's huge erection.

I was right. She started slow. I wrapped one leg around her, held on tight to her biceps and opened my eyes because I wanted to see what she looked like now that she was actually inside of me. She was so beautiful. Her long dark eyelashes fluttered as she winced. Once she was all the way in, she began thrusting, and my eyes stayed wide open because holy fuck I was feeling things I had never felt before, in parts of me that I didn't even know existed. I do mean that metaphorically, but also literally. Physically. Gynecologically. I had no idea a dick could fill me up and penetrate so deep inside of me.

Jisoo was right—it didn't matter how little experience I'd had while we were actually fucking because Lisa was doing most of the work. I just tried not to pass out.

I was panting when she suddenly sat up on her knees and said huskily: "Let's see if those yoga classes are paying off."

I tried to open my eyes and lift my head up. "What?" There's more?

Her hand slid down my thigh and calf to my ankle and swiftly pushed my left leg to the side and then up to rest on her shoulder. "Well done," she grinned. "Namaste." When she pressed herself against the back of my leg, coming at me from a new angle, I was done. Or was I undone?

Her touch was strong and gentle. I felt weak and empowered beneath her. She was the Lisa that I had always known and loved, but she was also someone new. I was more me than ever, but I also wasn't. I was just a body. A stunned, happy body. I felt everything and nothing and too much and not enough. I wanted more, to disappear into her. She raised my other leg up, and moaned, as though she was feeling things she had never felt before, though surely she had.

She flipped me around so I was facing the headboard, pulled me up and back so I was on my knees, and entered me from yet another new angle that I hadn't experienced before. I held onto the headboard, she held onto my hips, and I have no idea how loud I was or if I was actually forming words, but I could not keep quiet as she slammed into me.

Stamina. Endurance. Pacing. Grace. These are the qualities that made Lisa a fantastic marathon runner, and it turned out they are also the qualities that make her a fanfuckingtastic lover. How could anyone be so good at this at twenty-five and be a CEO of her own company? That was the second-to-last clear thought I remember having before she grabbed onto my shoulders and told me that she was going to come. My last thought was Thank God, and then I just dissolved into an epic orgasmic oblivion as she made the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life.

I didn't have the strength to turn my head and watch her when she walked to the bathroom, in all her sweaty naked glory, but I really really wanted to.

Ohhhh Laaawdy. I was mentally fanning myself. Sex is amazing. I never had any idea what I was missing.

I was so pissed.

All this time I could have been feeling like that?

I wanted more. I wanted it all the time. It was shocking to me that people who had this kind of sex would ever stop it to do anything else. How do other things even get done in this world when people could be doing that?

I realized that I had fallen asleep, that Lisa had fallen asleep in bed beside me, and although my body was quite exhausted and thoroughly satisfied, I was now wide awake. This was my chance. I carefully lifted the sheet up from her body and tossed it down to the foot of the bed, exposing her completely.

And I stared.

I stared down at her totally naked body, finally allowing myself to fully appreciate the beauty of it. The smooth golden skin, the broad shoulders that inspired confidence, the firm rounded biceps that made me want to grab on and never let go while she plowed away at me.

"See anything you like?" she asked, eyes still closed, smirking.

"I'm seeing everything that I like."

I squealed when she suddenly reached out to grab me. She rolled on top of me and pushed the mess of wavy hair out of my face. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No," I giggled. "It wasn't nearly as awful as I feared it would be."

She laughed and kissed my neck. "Ready to go again?"

"Oh yeah."

She pulled back. "Can I just say one thing to my best friend Grandma Nini for a sec?"

"You may proceed." I waved my hand in front of my face and gave her a friendly smile.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"I miss you."

"I miss you too."

"But I need to tell you about this woman I'm dating."

I scrunched up my face. "Do you have to?"

"Yeah. Because I'm going to be spending a lot of time with her from now on and I don't want you to feel left out."

"What makes you so sure she wants to spend a lot of time with you too?"

"Because I see the way she looks at me and I can feel how wet I make her."

I punched her beautiful firm rounded bicep.

"I hope to be with both of you at the same time someday."

I wrinkled my nose. "What, like a threesome?"

"Well that's not what I was thinking, but now I can't stop thinking about it."

"Okay." I swiped my hand back up over my face and gave her a sexy frown. At least I hoped it was sexy. "Grandma Nini's got to go."

"Just give her a message for me. Tell her I still love her in the way that I always have but now I'm falling for this other woman in ways that I didn't know were possible."

Don't stop. Don't ever stop saying such amazing things and looking so cute and touching me all the time like you can't get enough of me.

"Also I need to know one thing, just one thing."

Yes. I'm in love with you. Don't make me say it or I'll start ugly crying and you'll never want to have sex with me again

"DiCaprio or Damon? Come on, just tell me. If you had to pick one of them which would it be?"

"You. I'd pick you. Every time."

I couldn't believe I'd just said such a cheesy thing out loud, but the way her eyelids fluttered, the way her throat bobbed up and down like she was holding back emotions, the way she held me even tighter—it was worth it. I was mortified, but it was worth it.

"You don't have to look so scared. My heart was always yours to break, Jen. You can do it now or you can do it later. But at least believe me when I say that the last thing I'd ever want to do is break yours." She took my hand and squeezed it. "You believe me?"

I nodded my head.

She traced the tip of her index finger down the center of my torso from between my collarbone to my belly button, along the vertical line that had become more defined in recent months.

"I like this," she said, tracing her fingertip back up again. "You know what this is called?"

"An ab crack?"

"The linea alba. Not everyone has this. It's genetic. Like dimples."

"Really? I thought I worked for it."

Her finger wandered down to my nipple, lightly circling it. "I like this too." She placed her whole hand on my breast and squeezed before kissing me there and everywhere, as promised.

"I really do like every part of you."

"Good. Because it's all yours."