The Fling

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Author's note:
This is a smutty chapter and can easily be skipped without losing any critical plot points if it is not your cup of tea.

You've been warned!

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As soon as the suite door closed, I pulled Abigail into my arms. "This reminds me of when we met, since we're in a hotel room and we both had spa treatments earlier."

She giggled. "Except this isn't a hook-up, and we were allowed to enjoy wine with our dinner."

"You're right. Aside from being at a resort, everything has changed for the better. And speaking of wine...I requested a bottle of chilled champagne to be waiting for us. Should I open it?" I pointed to the silver bucket holding a 2012 Dom Perignon.

"Please do!"

I popped the cork and looked for the flutes. "Shit. They forgot to give us glasses. There are some coffee mugs, so they'll have to do unless we want to call the front desk."

She took the bottle from me and took a long drink. "It's sacrilegious to pour champagne this good in a mug! Let's just drink from the bottle." She then handed it back.

"I like the way you think," I said before having a swig. It wasn't long before the bottle was empty. "You feeling good baby?" I nuzzled her neck.

"I feel incredible."

I reached behind her and undid the zipper of her dress. "I want you to feel this way all night."

"All night" was a bit of an exaggeration since I liked to go to sleep before midnight, but my meaning was crystal clear.

"You always make me feel good." She began undoing the buttons of my olive green shirt.  "You're the most generous man I've ever met."

I appreciated the compliment, but she'd willingly married Bert, so it's not like I had much competition. I kept this thought to myself, of course. We took our time removing every stitch of clothing, making sure to kiss or touch each other's bodies as more skin was exposed.

"Shawn?" she asked breathlessly as I sucked on one of her hard nipples.

I pulled my head off. "What, honey?"

"I'm slightly tipsy so please don't judge me, but there's something I'd like to try."

"Oh yeah? What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"I really want to watch you pleasure yourself." She looked down at the floor as she said this. It was a simple request, but she was being very shy about it.

"Of course I can do that if you're into it."

"It's just that I find masturbation extremely sexy. It has been one of my go-to fantasies since I was in college, but more than that, you are always so focused on me, and I want to watch you be completely focused on yourself."

I wasn't about to deny my girlfriend any type of enjoyment, and it made me happy that she was comfortable sharing her desires. "Do you want me to sit on the bed? Or maybe lie down?"

"You get on the bed and sit against the headboard. I'm going to pull a chair over so I have a good view, but I'll be far enough that I can't join in, no matter how tempting it is. I want to be strictly a voyeur."

Okay. This was fucking hot. I got on the bed and watched as she moved one of the chairs into place. She went into the closet and retrieved a blanket, which she wrapped around herself before sitting down and nodding for me to proceed. I took my erection in my right hand, which I slowly slid up and down the shaft. When I was alone, the goal was to have an orgasm quickly, since it's not like I made love to myself. This was different, though. I wanted it to last because it was for her. Because of this, I kept my pace very steady, and any time I felt the sensation building, I stopped and waited for it to subside. Her eyes were fixated on what I was doing, while mine focused on her expression, loving how pink her cheeks had become from her arousal.