26 Things

Chapter 4 - The Last Desire

Content Warnings (Chapter 4): mentions of aviophobia (fear of flying), mild dom/sub undertones (they switch), facesitting, handjob, fingering, blowjob, unprotected penetrative sex

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Shortly after we arrived in our hotel room I realized that I had learned three new things about my girlfriend in the last couple of hours.

It was the weekend before her birthday when I knocked on her door to surprise her with a weekend trip to Chicago. She was expecting us to go out to have a Chicago-style pizza at a restaurant in D.C., which would have been the next best thing to her goal to actually eat said food item in the city of its origin. However, I wasn't satisfied with only giving her the next best thing. She thought I was joking when I told her to pack her bags because we had a plane to catch. It took her a couple of minutes to wrap her head around the fact that I had thought about everything, including a cat-sitter for Luna. My friend Penelope was very excited when I had told her about my plans and instantly agreed to take care of my girlfriend's cat.

Even though I had planned everything in detail when it came to our trip, I wasn't aware of one particular thing: my girlfriend has a fear of flying. That was the first of the three things I had learned about her today. I had already noticed her getting nervous when we drove to the airport, but she only told me about it when we were about to board the plane. She held my hand in a tight grip for the whole duration of the flight while I reassured her that we would be fine. She was uncommonly quiet for hours and I felt really bad for making her feel this way. I was so used to flying that I hadn't even considered that this could be an issue.

"I am really sorry, I didn't intend on making you feel this way," I told her when we finally got off the plane and I noticed her breathing rate getting back to normal.

She smiled at me when she said, "It's okay Spencer. I know you meant well and you couldn't have known about this. I just like to mentally prepare myself before getting on a plane. Your surprise really caught me off guard." She kissed my cheek and leaned over to my ear before she whispered, "I know you will make up for it later." She winked at me when she pulled back again and I gave her a confused look, not really understanding her statement.

When we waited in the hotel lobby to get the key card for our room she seemed to have long forgotten her negative emotions from earlier. She was excited and cheerful to be here with me and had already thanked me 11 times for taking her to Chicago. I was really relieved then and didn't dare to let go of her hand. Right after entering the elevator she smirked at me and said, "You know, hotel rooms always make me feel extra frisky." She backed me up against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs and started to kiss me passionately until we reached the floor of our hotel room. Even then she wouldn't immediately let go of me, I needed to gently push her away to be able to withdraw from her and leave the elevator. She ran over to our room and waited for me, instantly grabbing me by my shirt once I was in reach. She undid the first button before I could even hold the key card to the lock.

It was like she was leaving me clues to come to a conclusion about her plans. I only ever knew for sure what she was meaning to tell me when we entered our room and she had her hands all over me, kissing me with a fervor I hadn't expected. That was the moment I realized the second of the three things I had learned about her today: she had a thing for hotel rooms. She seemed to be impatient to get us out of our clothes and was quick to undress the both of us. Her touches were getting more and more demanding every second passing and I had a hard time keeping up with the pace of her actions. This urgency was impossible to ignore. I was more than happy to follow her lead and felt my heart-rate accelerate when she told me to lay down on my back in the middle of the bed. She slowed down then, taking her time to get on the bed with me. She let her eyes wander over my body, smirking when they landed on my crotch. I felt heat rising up to my cheeks when she straddled my lap, grinding her core against my hardening length and leaning down to bite my lip. When I lifted my arms to touch her, she wrapped her hands around my wrists and put them back down on the mattress while smirking at me.