A night with the undertaker

Room Service 2

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the major characters.

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After stepping off the elevator and looking down at the two room keys in my hand, I sigh as I hear the door close behind me. "Well, you've come this far...here goes nothing."

Putting my room key in my pants pocket, I make my way towards the left wing of the hallway until I reach the room number that matches up with the key number, 1325.

Letting myself in, I look around, seeing nothing out of the sorts, except for one thing....him.

"Where is he?" I ask, but just as the statement slips out of my mouth, I hear the familiar sounds of a shower being turned on, causing me to focus my attention towards the bathroom.

Should I go in? I wonder.

Tossing the idea around in my head, I figure I might as well peek my head in there, if not just to show him that I arrived...atleast to get a sneak preview of what might be to come.

At that thought, I slowly begin to make my way towards the bathroom, trying not to look down at the discarded clothes that he left on the floor, knowing if I do my nerves might get the best of me.

"She's not going to come." I hear him say as I open the bathroom door; and as I watch him through the silhouette of the curtains, I can't help but feel sorry for not coming sooner. "I'm so stupid, what the hell was I thinking?"

Not wanting to hear anymore, I take two steps forward, reaching my hand out to open the curtains, but gasp as the curtains are brought back and his hand reaches out to grab the towel, off the rack, beside me; yet, it ends up grabbing me by my shoulder.

"You came?" is all he can say as he looks at me with, what looks to be, surprise and relief in his eyes. "I thought that-"

"You thought wrong." I interrupt, putting on a brave face as he begins to stare at me intently.

As we continue to look at each other deeply, or better yet, as he continues to look at me deeply, I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach; but knowing that if I look down, I'll probably see more than just the green of his eyes, well, that thought makes me continue to stare at him.

"Y'know your wearing too much," he says, breaking me out of my thoughts, and as I blush, realizing that the small flimsy curtain is the only thing that stands between me and his manhood, he begins to smile at me, devilishly. "Can you hand me that towel over there?"

Nodding before taking my eyes away from him, I turn around, and grab the, cotton, hotel towel that he's preparing to use, and hand it to him over my shoulder.

"Y'know we're going to have to work on your nervousness around me." He says, with a sigh, and I wait a moment, until I think that he has the towel wrapped around him securely, before turning around to answer him.

"I'm not.." I begin, but stop myself, completely spell bound, as my eyes lock onto his chest...his masculine chest which I yearn to touch, and hold on to, "n-nervous."

As his chuckles fill the room, and I watch him sidestep me to get out of the bathroom, I cant help but look down, and blush; before sighing to myself..... knowing he's seen one of my weaknesses.

"Amy..." He calls out to me from the main room, causing me to turn around and leave the bathroom; but only getting to make it to right under the threshold of the bathroom doorway, because as I turn to the left, and see him sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but a towel on, I become motionless.

"C'mere, Red," he says, motioning to the seat, on the bed, next to him, and as if I'm in a trance, I feel my legs walking towards him, and before I know it, I'm sitting down next to him, feeling his body heat radiating off of him, and smelling his musky, manly, scent as it takes a hold of me. "Now, was that so hard?"

At his slight condescending tone, I look up and try to glare at him, but end up laughing slightly at the playful look in his eyes. "You're crazy."

"So I've been told." He says, smiling at me warmly, probably happy, as I am, that I finally seem to be able to open up to him a little bit. "So, the next step is for you to tell me what you want."

As he says this, I feel myself close up a little, and look downwards at my hands; something that I do when faced with a confusing situation, "What do you mean?"

Sighing, he places a hand on my leg, and begins to soothingly rub the upper part of my knee; unknowingly breaking down the wall that I put around myself to keep away from these types of situations, "I want you to tell me what you want: whether it be what you want to happen tonight, or whether it be what you want to do for the rest of your life...I don't really care, I just want you to tell me what you want. You, not anyone else."

At hearing his statement, I want to tell him that I don't know what I want, and that I'm not sure what I will want in the future, as well, but as I look up into his sincere eyes, and see the honesty portrayed there, I can't help but slightly smile at him, and hit him back with the same stare that he's giving me; one filled with complete honesty. "I want..I want you."

Sighing, happily, at my statement, he leans into me, until I am once again surrounded by his, minty-fresh, smelling breath, and lays a soft, yet spectacular, peck on my lips. "Then how about we make your wish come true."

***

Now, I don't know how it happened or who started it all, but as soon as the first kiss ended, it was joined by another, followed by another, and then followed by one more.

Soon, him and I were stretched out across the bed, with him on top of me, and me moaning for more. "Mmmm, Mark."

"Help me take off your shirt, baby," he said, and as if I was still in the trance, I immediately sat up and lifted my arms in the air, making it easier for him to pull the shirt off of me. "Gorgeous."

I've never been one to be self conscious about my body, in a good or a bad way; but seeing the way he looks at me, at this moment anyway, I can't help but feel like the most beautiful creature in the world.

Laying back down, I gasp, in pleasure, as I feel his mouth take a hold of my neck; teasing, and then pleasing it with his tongue, before sucking on it with his teeth, probably making a nice red mark. "God, Mar-"

"Shh.." He says, before I feel his mouth switch from my neck to above my nipple, through my lace bra, "This is your night, let me make it special for you."

As I nod, giving into his statement, I can't help but bite my lip in pleasure as I feel his mouth take a hold of my nipple through my bra; and then feel his tongue mold it into a hard nub, before moving on and doing the same thing to the other one. "Mmm, Mark."

Seeing that I'm not doing anything but basically moaning his name, I move my hands up off the bed and begin to run them through his hair, the hair that I've dreamed of touching for years; but I soon am stopped as he stops what he's doing to my breasts and pins my hands back down to the bed, beside my head.

"Your night," he mumbles once again, before continuing with what he's doing; this time moving his mouth towards my stomach and licking downwards until he gets to my belly button; where he plays a little seduction game by moving his tongue in and out of it until I feel that I could just cum from that.

"Mark.." I begin, as his sweet torture sends me shooting up off the bed in pleasure; only to have him bring me back down by gently bringing more of his body weight on to me.

"Woman, if you don't quit, I might hurt you," he says, stopping any of my protest and causing me to almost laugh; but then quickly thinking against it, I just smile down at him, shyly, as he starts towards my pants, ready to enter where no man has entered for quite awhile.

"Lift up," he commands, and as I am instructed, I do so immediately; watching him as he sits up on his knees and then stands up fully, on the floor, taking my pants off while he does so. "slide down a bit."

I look at him, confused, but voice no protest as I slide down the bed; only bothering to stop when my legs are centimeters from fully hanging off the side of the bed.

I hear him, more than see him, kneel down on the floor in front of me, and I can't help but tense up as I realize what he's about to do; something that I've never gotten done to me before.

"Relax, I dont intend to hurt you."

As he says this, I can't help but jerk up off the bed; not having known that he was that close to my sex until he opened his mouth; but for some reason, I also feel myself loosening up, believing that he wouldn't hurt me..ever. "Mark?"

"I know, don't worry." He says, stopping me before I can say anything..that is until I feel his hands on my thighs, and feel his tongue on top of my, thong covered, lips; making me moan and almost scream out his name.

"Ohhh, Mark."

I moan even louder as I feel his tongue slide up the silky thong that I'm wearing, and then slide down it, until I feel that not only am I wet for him, but it is as well.

"Lift your hips up again," he says, and again, I do as I am told, watching him as he releases me from my panties, and then straightens out my legs, so he can take my undergarments fully off of me. "God, your beautiful."

I blush as I watch him devour my body with his eyes; taking in my bra covered breasts, then my flat stomach, and then, last but not least, my bikini shaven clit.

"Amy, God, I've wanted you for so long, and now that I've got you..well, I'm ashamed to admit, I don't know where to begin."

Not expecting to hear this from him, I look up at him in shock, not believing that this man, this unbelievable man could possible be at loss of what to do....that is, until I see it.

I see the glimmer in his eye, the glimmer that tells me that he knows exactly what to do, but that he wants me to say it first..he wants me to say to him what I want and he wants me to say to him what I need.

"I think.." I begin, nervously, but then as he looks at me, raising an eyebrow in enjoyment, enjoyment at knowing that he's seeing another weakness of mine; I can't help but want to prove him wrong by looking him in the eye, and telling him exactly what I want..and need; but in my own personal way of course. "I think you should continue where you left off, you were doing so well."

He chuckles and I feel a couple of butterflies settle in my stomach as he nods in agreement at my words, before getting down on both of his knees, and starting back at where he left off; this time not having my panties in the way.

He starts off slow at first, teasing me with his tongue, but as I start to moan and groan louder, he becomes faster in his motions; flicking my clit harder, and twirling his tongue in my pussy quicker; basically driving me insane in pleasure.

"Mark, I'm going to cum," I say, clutching the bed sheets, beside me, harder; but he doesn't seem to be listening as he speeds up his motions; adding more to it by beginning to hum, which causes a vibrating motion to take over my lower lips. "Mark.."

"Just do it then, already," he says, ending my protests and slight whining; and causing me to become embarrassed; but before I can even think of opening my mouth to apologize, the orgasm that I was about to have, takes over me, causing my inner walls to cave in, and my legs to snap shut...on Mark's head.

"Oh God," I say, going through the emotions of one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had, and then as I feel his tongue licking up the juices that I just bestowed upon him, I can't help but sigh in complete and utter happiness, "That felt so good."

Feeling a slight tug on my legs, I open my eyes, that had closed all by themselves, and look down towards the man who gave me my first tongue-producing orgasm, and at seeing him, I can't help but wince as I see what shape he's in.

"Oops," I say, as I open my legs, that were clamped down on his head; freeing him from in between my thighs, "I'm sorry."

"That's okay," he says, rotating his neck sideways; working out the kinks that I accidentally gave him, "I always figured you'd be a wild woman in bed."

Surprisingly, I can't help but laugh at his statement, but as a thought pops into my head, and I open my mouth to say it, I can't help but smile at knowing it'll shock him. "That's funny...you haven't even seen the half of it."

"Oh really," he says, slyly arching an eyebrow up at me, before he stops the movements that he's doing, and brings a hand down to rest on my inner thigh, and puts a finger in my, still, wet opening. "I guess you'll just have to show me."

"Oh, believe me, I will." I say, before sitting up and bringing him back down to lye on top of me.

And believe me...I did.