Yes, it was definitely a suite. The room she entered was a foyer, and directly in front of her was a large curved sofa facing a flat screen TV, and then beyond that a table big enough to seat six comfortably in a dining area. There was also a large wet bar fully stocked. She passed through the two rooms and off the dining area was a small bathroom on the right, but on the left was a massive stone archway carved intricately in a fleur-de-lis design. She passed under and walked the few steps down the hallway which opened up to a tastefully decorated bedroom. A very large bedroom with a king sized bed. The decor was done in browns and tans. The furniture mahogany. Again above one of the dressers in the room was a large flat screen TV, and there was also a small desk in the corner, and Ronnie noticed it had a guest computer built in. Ronnie set her purse down on a divan, and turned around in the room taking it all in. The Marinos must be doing well to take such luxurious quarters, she thought absently running her hand along the quality furniture as she passed through the room.
She knew there must be an ensuite bathroom, and looked for it. She saw the door and peered inside, amazed by the grandeur. The stone theme continued. There was a glass enclosed massive shower, and a raised hot tub. Very impressive. Very tempting.
She checked her teeth in the mirror, and satisfied with her appearance, turned back towards the bedroom. Nikko wouldn’t be much longer.
***
When Nikko entered his suite with his other key card minutes later, he carried a bottle of chilled champagne, and two crystal flutes. He hadn’t planned for this, but wanted to make this night special. Yes, he hoped to bring Ronnie here, but hadn’t counted on it. He wanted to offer her more than the hard liquor supplied in this suite. He rarely drank, but when he did it was usually a beer. Occasionally he drank a glass of wine with dinner.
He didn’t see Ronnie right away, and thought she might be in the bathroom, but when he entered underneath the arch he found her already on the bed. She was curled on her side facing him. Waiting.
Shit! When she made her mind up about something, she didn’t hold back. He laughed nervously, and lifted the champagne to her in the way of explanation. She nodded at him.
He set the flutes down on a nearby dresser, and then popped the champagne over the trash can to catch the flume. He was quick, grabbing a glass, and filling it, letting very few drops escape. Setting that glass down, he filled the other. He set the remainder of the champagne on the side table, and then he picked up both glasses and made his way over to Ronnie. What a sight she was. He knew she didn’t know just how beautiful she was. That was something else he liked about her.
Ronnie sat up, just as he reached her, and took the proffered glass. She touched the rim of her flute to his after he gestured her to do so.
“To you, Ronnie. A beautiful, remarkable, strong woman. A woman I desire a great deal. The only woman I have fantasized about for over a year,” he winked at her as he touched his glass to hers, and they both lifted their glasses to take a sip.
The sweet fizzy liquid was delicious. He set his glass down on the bedside table, but Ronnie took a second sip before setting her glass down besides his. Nikko just stood there watching her, giving her time to really be sure she wanted this as much as he.
Ronnie felt naked under his gaze and the intimacy of the moment was just too much to bear. She needed to act. She got up, but he was close, very close. Her body slithered its way up to meet him. She reached his shirt, and he allowed her to pull it up, helping her only when she couldn’t reach any higher. His bronzed chest lay fully exposed to her sight. She pressed her hands against the great chiseled expanse before her and immediately felt the iron like muscles ripple beneath his silky skin. She used her hands to explore this fine specimen of a man. Gary had been fit, from years of playing hockey, but not defined in this way. Nikko was surely a treat for the eyes. A work of art.
Nikko allowed her just a few moments more to explore him, but his hands itched to do the same to her. His hard on pressed tightly against the fly of his cargo pants. He wanted to see this beauty he had only briefly been able to feast on once before.
Her hands just finished exploring his pecks, when he stooped down to press a kiss to the exposed nape of her neck. He watched her pulse beating there and yearned to taste it, to feel her blood pumping faster through her veins under his lips, for him. He did so, and then trailed kisses along her neck to her shoulder as her head arched back to give him greater access. Her little murmurs of pleasure made him even harder if that were possible. Her breasts pressed firmly into him titillating his own senses. He could feel her nipples like pebbles scrape across his chest. Nothing ever felt better.