London lashes

Gavin

                   I walked back to my room muttering about how this was ridiculous and that I had needs also, but I knew Amanda needed her... I just didn't want to share her with anyone else. There was a knock on my door and I was hopeful... That maybe it was her.
                  "Gavin... We need to talk" "David what do you want?" I opened up my door and he came in collapsing in a chair "I can't pretend like I don't care anymore" "about?" "Amanda... She... She's driving me insane with what she wears and how she looks and acts and other guys look at her..." "So take her back" "she's pissed at me" "well three years loosens the memories" "sex was so good with her" I was taken back a bit "um..." "It felt personal and intimate, like it really meant something with her" "yeah..." I smiled a little "I know what you mean"
                      "So what would you do if I told you she was across the hall with Hillary talking about you now?" He perked up "what?" "Yeah, I went over to Hillary's room and she wouldn't let me in and I heard Amanda crying, hill said it was about you" "she's crying?" He got a concerned look on his face "so what are you going to do" "I want to go over there" "but should you?" "I don't know... She may not want anything to do with me every again" "you won't know if you don't try" "so..." "So go over there and get her out of Hills room and talk to her" I opened up the door and pushed him out, just barely poking my head out.
                           "David I don't know if..." Hilly started to say but he looked like he was almost begging, and then there were hushed voices and Amanda came out and I pulled my head back in. When they passed my door I peeked my head back out to see Hillary sneaking across the hall towards my room. "Hey" I smiled letting her in "hey" she kissed me, I wrapped my arms around her waist. I started kissing down her neck but she cut me off "do you mind if we... Just talk first?" Are you fucking kidding me. "Yeah... Sure" that was one of the most painful things I ever had to say "no it's not, I can see it on your face" "no... If you really want to talk, then we'll talk... But could you give me a handjob while we talk, because I'm starting to get blue balls... And I don't want that" "oh darling" she gave me a sympathetic smile and crawled onto the bed, her ass up in the air taunting me "on second thought, let's have sex first and then talk" I smiled climbing on the bed with her, smacked her ass, and held onto it. "Naughty boy" she whispered into my ear before biting it.
                                   "Oh Gavin... Oh Ga...vin... Go... Go faster" she moaned as I went in and out oh her, kissing her swollen lips every so often. I stopped for a second and leaned in close to her "is this making up for over three years of no sex?" "Only if you stop being a dick and don't ever stop fucking me again" she looked slightly annoyed with me, but that quickly stopped when I brought her to the third orgasm this night. She shuddered beneath me, I had enough energy for a few more rounds, but she was worn out "do you want to talk now, or keep going?" She looked at me like I was an idiot "keep going, I've been proper sex deprived since I got pregnant" "I was just making sure" I held up a hand in my defense, trying to hold myself up on top of her. I went back to pounding her, but everything from the day suddenly hit me like a wall of bricks and I could barely finish, so she took over, climbing on top of me. But both of us were so exhausted that we couldn't. She slipped her t-shirt back on and found her underwear, and threw me mine.
"You wanna talk now?" I asked half awake, arms wrapped around her waist as I laid on the bed, she was sitting up, my head resting in her lap "yeah..." "What about?" I grumbled "our wedding" I groaned, burying my face into her bare thigh "oh come off it" she smacked my back and I whined, and groaned "we were married once" "yeah well I want to do it again... I want to do it knowing myself and you better" "sounds like some poetic justice crap" "you suggested that we get married again" "yeah I'm fine with that but I'm just thinking of the last time we planned a wedding together... I mean I thought I was only going to do it once"
"Hillary I don't give a fucking damn about what color the cake is, I don't care if whites don't match" "well I do!" "Good! So go make it happen, go plan it.., I'm just so fucking sick of planning this wedding" she stormed off and I was left in my hotel office with binders full of wedding plans and invitation samples... I sighed, and stood up to go follow her. Finding her in the kitchen, eating a pastry "I'm sorry" "no your not" "your right I'm really not... Because I don't care about the colors of the wedding, I just want to be married to you, you can plan the wedding whatever way you want, and I'll show up, and say I do, because that's the most important part to me." "Well now your making me feel guilty for wanting a big wedding" tears started to well up in her eyes and I panicked a little, wrapping her up into a hug "no, no, I didn't mean to do that, I was just saying that I'll marry you no matter what" "yeah so now I sound selfish if I say the wedding is important to me, because I want this to be perfect Gavin, it needs to be perfect" "it will be, I just don't want you going crazy" "I already have" she laid her head on my shoulder "I still love you"
"It wasn't that bad" she insisted "you threw a candle holder at a florist because she tried to put white with gold ribbon on the vases instead of gold with white ribbon" "it would of been a disaster... And besides now that I've made that crazy day... I want it to be about us... None of that crap that goes on in a first wedding, I want this day to really mean something" "Hillary I would marry you at a courthouse and it would still mean something to me" "so what are you saying?" "Let's skip the big wedding and just make it small... Like today was" "so what go into one of the hotel's receptions and have it slapped together in a week, and just go with it?" "No... That's not what I'm saying it's just..." "What? Is there something wrong with the hotels, with my bakery?" "It's not about money, we have more than plenty Hill... It's just why not make it smaller, we could go some place, like Australia, or Italy or even Paris and just get married again" "oh..." "What?" I looked up at her "I hadn't thought about that... But..." "but?" I sat up next to her and she gave me a sweet smile "what?" I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to like what she said next "when ever we take a trip, we always end up in one of your hotels" "our hotels... And we can't not stay in our hotels because that would look bad" "yes, and I get that but..." "Hillary..." I warned "you always get pulled into work, you have to talk to everyone in the hotel and then it's not a vacation anymore... It's a... Work visit" "I don't do that" I insisted and she raised an eyebrow "Barcelona, 2010"