A/N: This story is rated M. Thanks for reading. Now on with the date.

As I stand from my stool, the bartender says with an all-too-knowing smirk, "Have a great night."

I nod my head as Anthony ushers me out the door. We walk through the lobby of the hotel towards the elaborate elevators. Neither of us saying a word, he presses the call button. I stand next to him looking at my fingers as I nervously pick at my nails.

The elevator chimes alerting us to the opening doors. I step in as he casually places a hand at the small of my back. It feels...nice.

We stand alone in the elevator and I watch him press the 7th floor.

With him behind me, I look and observe the floors increase in numbers.

~1~

~2~

Approaching the third floor, I feel his hand move up from my lower back to my neck.

~4~

On the fifth floor, it roams down my shoulder.

As we reach the sixth floor, his finger grazes my ear.

Just before reaching the seventh floor, he whispers, "You look amazing tonight. I can't wait to make you scream my name as you come."

Ding.

My heart stops; my breath hitches.

It's really happening.

He takes my hand in his as he leads me down the hall. After inserting the key, the door opens to a dark room illuminated by a few candles. My mouth opens but nothing comes out.

"They are the flame-less kind," he whispers.

He thought of everything. "Were you planning on getting laid tonight?"

"I'm always hoping for that." He winks.

On the dinette table rests a bouquet of flowers. Roses, carnations, lillies with baby's breath and more. "They are beautiful."

He takes my hand leading me towards the bed, "Not as beautiful as you."

"You sure know how to please a lady."

"You haven't seen anything, yet."

Oh. My. God.

Who is this guy?

Standing facing one another he says, "Marie, I'm going to kiss you now."

I could only nod. He leans down. Just before our lips meet, he pauses. I wait for them to touch. My eyelids flutter open to find him watching me. Our eyes lock. I blink encouraging the connection. He kisses me softly. The preparation and anticipation of this moment gets to me, eliciting a moan. Responding, he opens his mouth allowing his tongue to seek out mine. We stand there for several minutes, the kiss never waning.

He pulls me closer to him by resting his hands on the small of my back. Eventually we part, but only briefly. He peppers kisses from my temple to my ear, taking my lobe between his teeth. I want him to touch me in places I never knew existed.

His hands on my shoulders, and his fingers lifting the straps to my dress, he utters, "I want this off, now."

Reaching behind me he finds the zipper and slowly pulls it down. Then he takes the straps down over my shoulders. Letting them go, he allows the dress to fall to the floor.

Standing in just my lacy midnight blue lingerie his eyes roam over my body.

"Is this new?"

I nod.

"I hope you will wear it for me again."

Before I respond he lifts me up lowering me onto the bed. I watch him remove his shirt and pants, tossing them to the floor. He crawls over me showering me with kisses from my navel, between my tits, up my neck to my lips.

With him on top of me he rolls us on the other side of the bed. This position on top allows me a little more control. I feel his arms wrap around me moving them up and down my back.

His hands find the clasp of my bra and unhooks it. Removing the bra allows my breasts to fall. He lifts up slightly and buries his head between them. His lips find one of my nipples sucking on it as his hand caresses the other. I rock up and down ever so slightly to create a little friction.

Before I can get too far in that feeling down there, he flips me over so I am underneath him again. Crawling backwards, he kisses back down my body. As he reaches my stomach, he takes his time there. His hands grasp my panties and he pulls them down slowly. The lace touches my skin lightly as it moves down my legs. Taking one foot out, then the other, his mouth finds my ankle. He kisses my calf. My knee. My thigh. Getting closer.

"Mmmm."

His head between my legs, I feel his breath on me. Anticipation building, he teases me as his hands caress my inner thighs. I want him to touch me. I want him to make me come.

Cool lips meet my heat. A brief kiss followed by another. With the third, he lingers. Opening his mouth, I feel his tongue lick my sex up and down and around. The pace is amazing, but I want more.

His actions cause my mind to have dirty thoughts. He is pleasuring me, but I want to do the same. Would he object to my suggestion of that sexual number? I guess there is only way to find out.

Without a word, I tug briefly on his arm. He pauses his ministrations glancing my way. Shaking my head, I motion again for him to move towards me. His eyebrows lift almost questioning if I am serious. I blink seductively causing him to respond immediately.

He continues to kiss me down there, but moves his body around so he is opposite me. I grasp his length moving my fingers up and down and over the head. At the same time, he hit my spot. We moaned in unison.

Now completely over me, I maneuver his dick into my mouth.

We are both licking.

Sucking.

Tasting.

Enjoying.

But I'm close, my body taking over as my hips begin to move on their own accord. The friction of his mouth increases. My breathing is heavy and loud.

"Come on, baby," he mumbles.

I suck harder on him hoping he will have gratification.

"I won't stop until you're finished." The vibration of his words starts the beginning of the end. I feel incredible as the pulsing feeling reverberates throughout my body causing me to scream out loud. He continues to caress as I come down from my high, smiling.

Knowing he has yet to do his business, I move a little faster, but he stops me. Shifting off me, he guides my body so I am now on all fours with him behind me. I am amazed with how this night has progressed.

His hands caress my back as he lines our bodies up. His length teases my opening. Using my juices from earlier helps him slide in with ease. As he pushes himself deep, deeper, immersed within me, his hands wrap around grabbing my breasts. Our bodies moving as one, he squeezes my nipple with one hand. The other proceeds to our deep connection. He rubs my clit in quick circular motions.

Breathing.

Pumping.

Grinding.

Moaning.

Animalistic.

Primal.

Pounding into me.

I feel his breath on my skin. He makes me come alive. I hear his labored words, "Close."

"Me, too."

Rolling my hips elicits sounds I've never heard before. The friction between us is intense. The rhythm just right.

"Right there... Oh God... Don't stop... Edwa-Anthony... Shit... Fuck."

"Ungh."

A few additional pumps to end the moment. And we are unmoving still in the doggy-style position. Overwhelmed with everything, I flop onto the bed with him falling on top of me. His breath near my ear hard and fast.

We gain control of ourselves as he begins to lift off me to lay by my side. Placing one arm on me, we snuggle close to one another. In his arms, neither of us wants to move.

Looking into my eyes, he finally says, "Wow."

"Yes, double wow. That was... exciting, different, and fun, and unbelievably satisfying."

"Completely agree."

The room is quiet for a few minutes. His hand moves a stray hair from my face. He leans in to give me a quick peck on the lips. I smile as he returns to his position.

The evening turned out to be even more incredible than expected. But there is one thing I had to ask, "I didn't think you would actually do it, but what made you change your name to Anthony?"

"Well, this was supposed to be a fantasy date, right?"

I nod.

"Well, I knew we wanted to spice up our sex life, so I decided at the last minute to try it out. You certainly appeared to be enjoying meeting another man."

I just gave him the look. "Edward, I wasn't having fun, I was passing the time until you showed up. He just happened to be a little humorous."

"Well, it made me jealous."

"Oh, and you didn't make me jealous... Mr. I'm-going-to-chat-with-the-gorgeous-blonde?"

"Not fair. She stepped in my way."

"Mmhmm." I smirked, indicating I was enjoying the banter.

"Well, anyway, what happens now?" He asks.

"I guess we go home." He gave me a questioning look. "I mean, since we have this hotel room, I guess we spend the night first."

"Do we get to do this again?"

This actually made me happy and excited all over again. It was my idea, but knowing he questioned me about doing it again, sent a tingle through my body.

"I suppose so." And then I clarified, "It was kind of fun."

"I enjoyed it." He kissed my forehead.

"Me, too."

"Same time next week?" he asked.

"Yes. But since this was mine, what will your fantasy be?"

A/N: How was that? I love to hear what you think. Thank you to all of you for reading and reviewing. And while you're at it, Edward might need a little help in coming up with his fantasy. So, what fantasy do you think he should choose?

Sentence teaser for next chapter: "Edward." She grinned as she placed a hand on my forearm. "We're in this together. If you want to do it again, we will do it again"

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