Love You A Long Time

Chapter 18-That Night

Kirstie POV
When we get to the room, Avi slams his lips into mine. I kiss back. He runs his hands roughly over my body. I smirk, and move my hands down to his thing poking against his pants. He moans against my mouth, and cups my butt roughly. I open my mouth, and our tongues dance. Avi pulls away, and gets the phone. I hear him order wine. Oh, getting fancy Avi? He waits until the wine comes, then pops the bottle. He pours us each a glass, then lays on the bed, facing me. I change real fast into one of his shirts, and meet him on the bed. He smirks at me, and sips. I move closer to him, and wrap my arms around his waist.
"Babe," he murmured.
"Yes, husband?" I smile against his chest.
"I love you SOOO much," he kisses my head.
"I love you SOOO much," I laugh.
"What do you want to do?"
"Oh, this is a hard question, considering we have the rest of our lives to do things."
"How about," Avi attaches his lips to my neck. He finds the soft spot, and begins to suck and peck. I gasp, but he continues. I bring my legs up and wrap them around his waist. He runs his hands up and down my body, and I squeeze my legs tighter. I smirk at him.
"You look sexy in a suit," I whisper, my voice husky.
"I thought I looked sexy in anything," he's tense.
"Or not in anything," I smirk, and pull him up. He kisses me, and I push him against the bed frame. I move so I'm straddling him. I slide his blazer down his shoulders. I whip his tie out of his collar, and unbutton his shirt. I toss it on the floor, and lick his abs. His muscles are flexed in anticipation. I take a moment to admire his chest, and he's almost glowing, thanks to the artificial light emitting from the lamp. I drag my fingernails down his back, and he moans against my lips. I whip his belt out of the loops, and sink his pants to his knees. I play with the elastic waist band of his boxers, and he unlatched his lips from mine.
"We have to travel tomorrow, and also we have a week to do that stuff," he tucks me into bed. I laugh, and kiss him again. My hands reach the elastic again, and he pulls away.
"Noooo," he scolded. "Tomorrow, after sight seeing."
"But I want it now," I moaned.
"No."
"Avi," I moaned his name, and he tensed. Now I know his weakness.
"Kirstie," he started.
"Oh, Avi, you know you want it."
"Kirstie, we're going to bed." He shuts the light off, and lays on his back. I snuggle up to his side and suck and peck the tender skin behind his ear. He snores, and before long, I am too.