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I walked in the room behind Paul, put down my bags next to a wall, and looked over at him as I closed the door. He was kneeled down in front of one of his bags looking through a pocket.
I collapsed haphazardly on the bed and just laid there face down with my eyes closed.
"Tired?" Paul asked. I couldn’t really tell where in the room he was.
"Uh huh. Do you mind if I just sleep like this? I don’t feel like moving"
"There’s no room for me" he said climbing on the bed and straddling my back.
"Sorry. Can you find some other place to sleep?"
"I could go knocking on other rooms and try to find some pretty lady who will have me." He said rubbing my shoulders.
"That’s not exactly what I meant"
"Are you sure? I could probably find somebody, I mean I am a big rock star and everything."
"Yeah, whatever. No, I think you can stay right here in this room."
"Good, I’d rather stay here with you anyway."
" – But I’m still not moving from this spot"
"Don’t you have to get undressed before you go to bed?"
"I’m thinking I could just sleep in my clothes"
"Not if I have anything to do with that decision"
"But you don’t!" I said grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed and throwing it behind me towards him.
"Oh yeah?" he said, getting off me and pulling off my shoes. I just giggled into the blanket and tried my hardest to hinder his progress.
He rolled me over onto my back and started unbuttoning my jeans. I kicked my leg at him and hit him in the stomach.
"Oh, you’re in for it now!" he said pulling my jeans off me. He got back on top of me and grabbed my wrists with his hands. He moved them above my head and held them with one hand. Then he leaned down and kissed me.
When the kiss ended I asked him "Is that my punishment?"
"It’s not much of a punishment is it?"
"No, but I wouldn’t mind if it you punished me some more like that."
"Does hat mean I could really punish you by not kissing you again?"
"That would be more like torture!" I complained.
He just smiled and said "well good, torture sounds like fun doesn’t it? What the hell am I kidding, I’d be torturing myself if I couldn’t kiss you again."
"Well I would kiss you right now but I’m kinda restrained. I can't do anything.
"Could this be what Rob originally meant by ‘I wanna take you for granted?’"
"I hope not. I hadn’t even met Rob when he wrote that. He surely couldn’t have meant he wanted to do something like that to me!"
"He better not have! Intruding on my woman. I’m sure I could do this much better than he can anyway."
"Oh yeah, most people don’t carry on conversations like this with their hostages."
He laughed again, then kissed my shoulder, letting go of my hands and pulling my shirt up and over my head.
I reached up and put my arms around his neck, pulling him down towards me and into a kiss. He pulled away once again and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. I undid his belt and slid it out from his jeans, then started unbuttoning them.
He moved off and next to me so his pants could be taken off; they too went flying somewhere across the room. I heard a sound as they hit a lamp, knocking it to the floor. It didn’t break luckily, and I started laughing. Paul looked at me, saying "what" before starting to laugh himself.
"Watch where you throw your clothes next time, okay?" I said in between giggles.
"Hey, I can’t help it sometimes. I get excited and my aim gets shot" he whispered.
"I’m sure you could try a little harder not to hit things that break though!" I laughed.
He got back on top of me after removing his underwear, and left a trail of kisses from my lips down to my stomach, where he stopped to remove my panties. Then he continued going down on me. I moaned his name as he dove his tongue inside, exploring every fold and tasting my juices. I grabbed his head and moved against him, bucking his face almost. He stopped short of making me cum and looked up at me, licking his lips in satisfaction.
"Asshole!" I panted, pulling him towards me. He asked why I called him an asshole and I responded, "It’s not nice to tease like that. Getting me all hot then stopping before I get off." I whispered, trying to act all helpless.
"Ahh, but the fun’s just started, m’dear." He kissed me, and I could somewhat taste myself on his lips. He must have decided that this was his night to pleasure me, because he started kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples only seconds later. Once again I moaned, and arched my back. With his hand he massaged my other breast, before switching and taking my other breast in his mouth. After a few minutes he decided he’d had enough and re-positioned himself above me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, he moaned into my mouth as he entered me. I closed my eyes, and breathed in. For some reason I was loving the way he smelled at the moment, all hot and musky. He kissed my shoulder quickly and increased his pace, he had definitely enjoyed using my body as he wished just a few minutes prior, and he wasn’t going to hold out very long. My legs went around him and I pulled myself up to him, matching him thrust for thrust. We came together, yelling out random things as we did. Collapsing on the bed, we basked in the aftermath and knowledge of what had just occurred before drifting off to sleep. Before I did, I whispered in his ear, "You are the best Paul John Doucette. I love you."
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