"You're not going to regret this are you?"
He asked, watching as she shook her head, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
"Max, you asked me that earlier."
She breathed, feeling how warm his hand was compared to her own.
"I know I just want to be sure."
He said quietly, pulling her towards him by the hand, raising his other hand to brush the skin of her cheek, slipping his fingers along her jaw and into her hair.
"I'm sure."
She whispered, taking another step forward so that their bodies met, his other hand letting go of hers and slipping around her waist. He dipped his head to kiss her, she smiled against his mouth, snaked her arms about his neck and parted her lips, touching his tongue with her own, pulling him closer. She stumbled backward slightly as her pushed against her. He placed a hand in the small of her back to steady her, opening his eyes briefly to take note of where the bed was in relation to where they were standing.
He moved his hands, grazing both sides of her body, down to her hips, her thighs. He stooped down, still kissing her and lifted her. She laughed into his mouth, wrapping her legs about his waist as he moved toward the bed, leaning down and laying her back on the duvet.
He hovered above her, arms taught, hands pressed into the mattress either side of her shoulders so that he could steady himself. He kissed her lips again, oh so softly, a flicker of his tongue and the brush of his stubble moved along her jaw, slipping down, placing hot wet fleeting kisses along her neck, his teeth grazing her collar bone. She arched her back against him, letting her eyes fall shut and her head tilt back, her dark hair splayed out beneath her, tickling his fingers.
He reached beneath her, finding the zip of her dress and unzipping it slowly as he moved back to kiss her neck, he tasted the bitter taste of perfume and the soft sweet taste of her skin. She dutifully allowed him to slip her dress down over her arms, smiling as he fought to tug it from her hips. She wriggled beneath him until it fell to the floor with a soft crumple.
She shivered, whether from the cold or excitement she wasn't sure. He looked down at her, his lips spreading into that smile. She made to raise a hand to his face, but he caught her wrist midway, and along with her other arm, he bought both hands above her head, holding them there, lowering his body onto hers. She felt the weight of him, moved against him, head bent searching for his mouth. He whispered into her hair and smiled against neck before brushing his lips over hers, watching her, her eyes closed again, her chest arched up underneath him, trying to maintain contact where she could.
"You're beautiful."
He whispered into her chest, kissing across her collar bone with feather-light kisses that burned where they touched.
She murmured something in response. Opening her eyes slightly as she felt the kissing stop.
"You're beautiful."
He said again, watching her reaction, her cheeks coloured and she fought a smile.
"You're not bad yourself..."
She whispered, her voice breathy and low.
"Not bad for a porter, eh?"
He let go of her hands and pulled off his t-shirt, letting it fall somewhere near where her dress lay.
"Not bad at all..."
She agreed, looking him over with amused approval.
"Just one problem..."
She added, reaching out to toy with the belt he had looped through his trousers.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours..."
He grinned, lowering himself again and rolling her so that she straddled his waist, her fingers pulling the belt lose and undoing the buttons that held his fly together.
"I hope you'll do more than show me."
She said as she undid the final button.
"Oh I'll do more than show you."
He smiled, leaning up to kiss her again.