Part 2

Part 2

The surprises just kept coming. They entered the house. The room was large, all open, practically no walls. All white and hardwood floors. The only color in the room was coming from the Hawaiian accents...rugs, pillows, artwork. The whole back of the house were floor to ceiling windows with french doors mixed in. It was beautiful. The driver took our bags to the bedroom.

"Close your eyes," Jon said as he guided me towards the bedroom. 

I closed my eyes. As we entered the bedroom, I could feel the carpet under my feet. I could tell by where Jon had his hands and his voice, he had moved to stand behind me, his hands on my hips and said, "OK, you can open your eyes."

Opening my eyes, I exclaimed, "Jon! It's beautiful." The room was huge, easily as large as the living room. Beige carpet, dark hardwood trim, a huge king size bed with a gauzy canopy draping down the sides. A separate area with a couch and a fireplace. And the piece de resitance'.. Roses. Everywhere. Vases filled every table in the room. I felt a little vulnerable for a second. 

I was completely attached to this man, but I didn't let it show. I didn't get where I was today without being discreet and close mouthed. I didn't gossip. Jon never expressed any inclination towards commitment other than he had mentioned he didn't date anyone else. We just went one like we were, neither being able to discuss commitment. I guarded my heart, most of the time, but I knew I would be heartbroken if he ever left. I think he knows, though, because he gives me these soft looks of understanding, sometimes.

Not being able to help the small tears that appeared in my eyes, but not falling, I smiled and turned to face Jon and said softly, "It's beautiful. The roses are spectacular. You are the most romantic man on this whole planet." 

I stood on my tip toes, put my arms around his neck and kissed him, slowly, softly, at first, then Jon started to deepen the kiss. His arms tightening around my waist holding me close. His hands roamed up my back and unzipped my dress, his fingers taking the straps and moving them slowly down off my shoulders. Meanwhile, I had grabbed hold of his shirt and had managed to pull his shirt out from his waistband. My fingers found his soft warm flesh. Jon pushed my dress down to my hips so I had to move my arms and hands to my sides. I looked at him in the eyes as my dress fell to the floor.

I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my dress, and stood there in just my bra and panties. The look of appreciation on his face was such an ego booster. It felt good. I turned and walked away, knowing my ass looked good, looking for my suitcase to get out my massage oil. Finding them, I laid them out on a small bedside table. I looked back at Jon and gave a small twirl of my hand indicating he should get undressed. I turned back to the bed and pulled back the covers, as I didn't want to get any oil on the gorgeous bedspread. 

As I had straightened back up, I felt Jon behind me, his hands gliding from my hips to my backside, caressing my ass as he nibbled my neck and shoulders, a move that he knew made me completely hot, not to mention moist. He unhooked my bra and slipped it off. I could feel his shaft, hard, up against my ass, while his hands cupped my breasts and kneaded them, pulling at my nipples with his thumb and fingers.