The Girl I Knew Somewhere

Part 5

Mike led June down the hall to his hotel room door. Her heart was beating rapidly, her palms sweaty. She wasn't sure if it was the whiskey, Mike's kisses, the intense way he looked at her. But my God, how she wanted him.

They entered his room and Mike walked over to the wet bar.
"Can I fix you a drink, Queenie?"
June looked around the room. She could never imagine affording a room like that with a fireplace, piano, a bear skin rug, and a canopy bed.

She took a seat on the red velvet couch in front of the fireplace.
"I'll take a water for now."
"Oh, are you a lightweight?" He joked as he winked.
June blushed. She didn't want to get too tipsy and say or do the wrong thing.  Water was her salvation.
"No, but I need a little break from the booze."
Mike walked over and handed June her water, and sat close to her with his arm around her. She felt her whole body tremble. She didn't know what was happening. She was with other men before. But this felt different. She was nervous, but it was a good nervous. She felt an excitement with Mike she never felt before, an instant connection she never felt with other men.
"June, Queenie, you've been a pleasant surprise during my time here in Chicago," Mike said, holding her close and rubbing her arm.
"I can say the same thing," she said as she looked up at Mike, in his deep brown eyes, becoming more intense as the embers from the fire crackled.
She grabbed his face and kissed him slowly. He pulled back and looked at her and smiled.
"Look at you going for it. I like you Chicago girls," he said, with a sexy smile.
"Well, I can't help it. You're very kissable," June said as she grabbed his face again and kissed him.
They made out in front of the fire, Mike taking his time with her, exploring her tan and toned body, kissing her all over, her moaning in ecstasy with each touch.
He lay June on the bear skin rug and slowly took off her clothes. He took his clothes off and they lay naked, him on top of her, their legs entwined.
"Michael?" she moaned.
"Yeah babe?" He growled.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered in his ear.
"Can you say that again?" He teased.
"I want you to fuck me," she ordered.
"You didn't say the magic word," he giggled.
"The magic word? I'm not asking you, Mike. I'm telling you," she groaned.
"Whatever you say, Queenie."