The room was a mess. The rose petals weren't just on the bed any longer; they seemed to be everywhere. Besides the remnants of the food in our room from the night before, there was now also a large tray on the desk, filled with dirty plates and dishes from our midday breakfast in bed. Most of our suitcases were open, and they looked ransacked, evidence that we really didn't care what they looked like now that we were at the end of our trip. It was like Ann and I had been there for over a month...not less than a day.
Our clothes from the night before were strewn about the floor, and on various pieces of furniture. Ann's bikini was in a wet pile along with the shorts I'd worn in the hot tub; lying on the tile hallway entering the room. The wet towels we used to wrap around ourselves at the hot tub were lying on the floor next to the bed. Still next to the bed were the various shaving supplies we'd brought out of the bathroom to use on our new friends, Penny and Garrett. We'd never bothered to put them away. Instead, Ann and I put our collective energy into spending as much of the rest of the day we had together in bed.
And then there was that bed. The sheet, blanket and comforter were pulled off, making a huge pile at the foot of the bed. The fitted sheet was half off, wrinkled, and wet in more than one place...several, actually. On the nightstand next to the bed, was the big box of sexual gifts Ann had gotten at the party...but it was half empty. There was a pile of packages on the floor next to that nightstand, opened and discarded after taking the contents out. The items we'd gotten out of them were strewn about the mattress in various places, and most of them had been used in some way. A couple of them were very well used.
Ann and I were lounging on the huge bed, the room filled with the light of the fading sun. She was in my arms. Or I was in hers. It really depended on your point of view, I suppose, but we were clinging to each other like we were desperate...not wanting to let each other go. And that's probably what it was. We didn't want our trip to end.
"This has been such an amazing week," Ann said as she kissed my chest, licking around my right nipple.
I squeezed her bare ass, kneading her cheeks hard with my fingers. "Yeah...it has. I'll remember this vacation the rest of my life. I doubt I'll ever be able to top it."
Ann looked up into my eyes and said, "You won't...but we will, baby. We're going to have a lifetime of vacations together."
"Sure, but you have to admit, Ann. This one has been pretty spectacular."
"Yes it has...but I honestly think our next vacation will be even better," Ann said confidently.
"Wow, you seem pretty sure about that. I love your enthusiasm."
"Why shouldn't I be sure about it? I'm pretty sure our next one is going to be our honeymoon!"
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It was hard to argue Ann's logic about our next real vacation being our honeymoon. We'd be getting married in a couple of months, and I'd be starting a new job. And once we got settled in our new town, wherever we decided to live, Ann would be getting a job as well...although neither one of us knew what that would be. With all of that, the overriding fact remained that I was going to have to work a while before we could actually take a real, bona fide honeymoon.
Sure, we'd get some time together after the wedding, but it really wasn't going to be a honeymoon. We'd be moving Ann, and all of our things, to West Virginia. I'm sure we could make some kind of adventure out of it, but it wasn't really going to be a vacation. In fact, the trip from Indiana to West Virginia after the wedding would involve each of us driving our own cars...at least, that's how I envisioned it. Maybe I'd be able to fly back for the wedding, but I was sure we'd have other, more pressing needs for the money. Decorating and furnishing a house we hoped to be able to buy being one of them.
When I thought about the trip I'd made with Tina to get that job, and how amazing it was, I never would have dreamed I would have had a better adventure than that one. That is, until the week I'd just spent with Ann, culminating in the incredible day we'd just shared at the hotel 30 minutes or so north of our hometown. If the long weekend trip I'd shared with Tina could be topped just a few months later by this one with Ann, it wasn't so hard to believe that our eventual honeymoon would be even better that what we'd just done. In fact, now that it was brought up in conversation, I was pretty confident that Ann would somehow make sure that it was.
Ann was playing with my hair, her fingers running through it, grazing my scalp as we held each other on the huge mattress. We were just lounging, trying to avoid the inevitable, which was having to pack up and drive home. In fact, we'd been fighting time all day long, and we'd been pretty successful at pushing back our thoughts of what was to come later that night.
After Penny and Garrett left, Ann and I called down for the breakfast in bed that I'd first thought about the night before. And it was a feast. We ordered so much food it reminded me of the breakfast spread Ann's Aunt Helen made for us in California. It wasn't home cooked, but it was still delicious. And it gave us what we needed, which was energy. That is, after we took a little catnap in each other's arms for about a half hour.
We woke up, and made love. It was sweet, and loving, and affectionate. And it made my heart warm. Ann was so tender and attentive; our hearts connecting in ways that made me feel more loved than I ever had.
But the best part of that lovemaking session that lasted almost an hour came after. It was after the extended foreplay, which took up over half of that hour; after the steady crescendo of passion and heat as we tested our stamina and our strength, and after finishing with the perfect climax of simultaneous orgasms that always proved harder to accomplish than one might think. After that, came what I considered the greatest way to follow up that touching, emotional roller coaster ride of passion.
After all of that...we played.
We were resting again, spooning together as Ann and I slowly recovered. We hadn't been all out fucking, but had expended a lot of energy, and we were both breathing deep, letting our bodies re-energize. I was holding onto her, and we were both looking straight ahead. I wasn't really focusing on anything other than Ann's rising chest as she breathed in time with me. I loved it whenever we did that together; it always made me feel closer.
But Ann's gaze must have been transfixed. She wasn't saying anything...neither of us did for the longest time. But while my mind was kind of in a tranquil mode, Ann's was spinning. So much so that she seemed a little restless after a while, and I knew something was on her mind.
"What are you thinking about, babe?"
"Hmm...I'm thinking about that box over there," she said, referring to the huge box of sexual goodies from the bachelorette party.
"Yeah...what about it?"
Ann turned her head to look at me over her bare, sexy shoulder. "I'm wondering kind of fun we could have with it."
"So you really DO have plans for it. I thought you just brought it up to the room because you wanted to wear one of the outfits."
"I don't have plans, Neil. I knew I wanted to wear that outfit last night, and it was in the bottom of the box."
"Mmm...and you looked great in that, by the way," I said, kissing her neck.
"Thanks baby."
