Loving Lacey Ch 13

Late March

Year 4 of Us

Thursday

Lacey checked the GPS before looking at me with a smile. "The turn for the inn is about five miles ahead on the right. It'll be about ten more miles down that road."

I looked over at her, with three buttons of her blouse undone. I could see her right nipple just inside her lace bra. My right hand was between her legs, stroking her pussy with her panties pulled aside. She looked a little flushed, for some reason, and I tickled her clit, just to make her even more keyed up. She moaned a bit as I slowed down to make the right turn.

"You made those five miles quicker than I expected," Lacey gasped.

"Nope, they were still five miles, and I didn't speed up. Perhaps something has gotten into you." I grinned while keeping my eyes on the road. There was more snow on it than on the road we had just left.

"Something has, but I want something bigger after we get there."

I smiled. "We'll see."

"Teaser."

"Maybe." I pulled my fingers out of Lacey's pussy, and she grabbed my hand, putting my fingers into her mouth. She licked all of her pussy juices off me, and I moaned a little. She smiled past my fingers, then let me pull them from her mouth. "Tasty?"

"Yes, but not as tasty as your cock with my juice and your cum on it."

I grinned at her as I saw the first sign for the inn. "Closing in on it." Lacey pouted, but she put her breasts back into her bra, fastened it, and then rebuttoned her blouse before tugging down her skirt.

The inn was very nice looking, five stories tall and in a secluded area. There were only a couple of other cars in the lot, probably due to the four feet of snow covering the ground. I got us a spot close to the entrance and got out of the car. I walked around to Lacey's door and opened it for her. She swung her legs out and smiled at me. "Thank you, kind sir!"

"You are very welcome, my princess!" I returned her smile and closed the door. We walked to the entrance holding hands. At the desk, I introduced ourselves and the clerk smiled as he looked at his computer screen. Lacey was looking around, making pleased sounds.

"Ah, yes, here you are. You also have a note to be delivered upon your arrival, and here that is," he handed me an envelope, which I turned over to her. "I need to see your I.D. and card for payment verification, sir."

I handed those items to him while Lacey opened the envelope. She read it and laughed softly. "What?" I asked as I got my items back from the clerk.

"Here. Read it."

So, I did.

"Dear Lacey and Wyatt,

Happy Birthday, you two!

You need this trip, really you do. We know. This is your first trip alone and away from the twins since they were born.

They're going to be fine. They have two older 'cousins' and one just a little younger. We'll keep them happy, and we only want *one* call from you to the babies. We don't want any more calls than that from you. If something serious happens, we'll call you and take care of it -- not necessarily in that order.

Just so you know, we've upgraded your stay a bit. Each of you spilled information to one of us, and we're doing this because we love each of you, and BOTH of you. If you want the upgrades, tell the clerk that you accept the offer. They'll take care of the rest.

Have fun, love each other lots, relax, and just hold each other. We know how busy you both have been over the past nineteen months. Again, just relax.

All our love,

Erica and Travis"

I smiled and looked at the clerk. "We accept the offer."

"Excellent!" He did something at his computer and then a nice-looking young blonde dressed as a bellhop appeared. "This is Susan, she'll help with your bags and take you to your room." She looked at the clerk and he said, "Penthouse East."

"Right!" She looked at us, "Which car is yours?" I led her out to our car and opened the back. She takes four of Lacey's five bags, while I grabbed my bag, Lacey's remaining bag, and the garment bag. When we got back inside, Lacey reached for her luggage, but Susan shook her head, and placed it all on a cart. She relieved me of what I was carrying, then started to push the cart towards the elevators. We followed along, holding hands.

At the elevator, she turned to look at us. "Honeymoon?"

"No," I smiled. "Our birthdays, and the first getaway since our babies were born."

Susan smiled. "Well Happy Birthday to the both of you, and congratulations on your babies!" The elevator doors opened, and she pushed the cart inside. We followed her in as she turned to the doors. "We're going up to the penthouse floor, which I think you'll enjoy immensely."

The doors closed as we stood to one side of her. The trip up was quick, and when the elevator stopped, she smiled again. After getting the cart rolling, she led us to the door on our right, one of only two doors in the foyer. Susan swiped the keycard and pushed open the door. We waited until she got the cart into the room, then I looked at Lacey.

"Should I carry you over the threshold?"

Lacey flashed that smile at me, the playful one that also promised so much. "You do and I'll smack you one."

I smiled at her as I raised my hands. "Okay, no carrying across the threshold, then."

Lacey took my hand and led me inside. The room was magnificent. We stopped in the doorway and took in the view through the large window across from it -- snow covered mountains with large patches of evergreen trees scattered across their slopes.

"It's beautiful!" Lacey said as she looked at me. "Did you know about this?"

"Me? No. Not really."

Susan looked at us, her smile even wider. "I'm glad you like it. All your rooms face in the same direction, so you'll see the same view, no matter where you are in the suite. If you follow me, I'll show you around the suite."

She gave us a tour -- kitchenette to the left, large sitting room with fireplace in front of us, then into the bedroom. This had a king-sized bed with the foot facing the windows, and the view was the same as the sitting room. The bath off the bedroom was luxurious, with a large tub, a hot tub, and a good-sized walk-in shower.

Susan turned to us as Lacey leaned her head on my upper arm. "I can bring your luggage in here or leave it by the door."

"Leave it by the door, please." I pulled out my wallet, and after looking into it, extracted a $20 bill and handed it to her.

"Thank you very much! Enjoy your stay -- if you need anything, just dial seven and you'll reach the front desk." She pointed to the phone on the nightstand. "Oh, the dining room opens," she glanced at her phone, "in fifteen minutes, and closes at ten tonight."

"Thank you, Susan." Lacey looked at me as Susan left, and leaned towards me and whispered, "Nice ass, right?"

"Not bad," I agreed in a whisper, "but not my type."

"Females are your type, Wyatt."

I chuckled as Susan called out, "Okay, your bags are ready for you. Have fun!" The door closed behind her.

I pulled Lacey close. "Yes, females are my type, always have been. Right now, though, *you* are my type and my only desire."

Lacey's smile was that devilish smile that I loved so very much.

"I'm glad to hear that," as she reached up to kiss my neck. "Let's get our stuff put away."

"Okay." We put our clothing and other things away, and I made sure to hang both my suit and her long gown carefully in the closet. I held the dark red gown up and looked at it. "Have you worn this with me?"

"I've never worn it -- it's brand new. It's what took Erica and I eight hours in San Francisco to find."

"Oh, from *that* shopping trip! It's a good thing you had pumped a lot of milk before that -- there were two very annoyed babies that day." I laughed. "They wanted the milk, but they knew it was supposed to be coming from mommy's tits."

Lacey stepped close to me and caressed my chest. "I'm glad all three of you survived." Her voice was soft, and I looked down into her eyes.

"So, do we love first, or eat first?"

"What a difficult choice!" She reached up to me and when I bent my head down,

Lacey kissed me lightly. I heard her stomach grumble and snickered.

"I think your stomach is voting for food first."

"I think so, too. Let me use the potty, then we can go down. Don't forget the keycard, it's by the door on the small table." After I found the keycard, I walked over to enjoy the view. I pulled the drapes partially closed, then walked over to the end table by the fireplace and turned on the lamp sitting there. While she waited for me at the door, I made sure all of the other lights are off.

"Very romantic. It is nice, isn't it?" Lacey asked.

"Yes. I'm glad we took them up on their offer."

"Me, too. Let's go eat -- I'm starving!" She said with a grin.

I grinned at her. "For food, or for loving?"

"For both, you dirty old man!" Lacey's smile made me feel a little weak. I opened the door and followed her out of it. She took my arm, and we walked over to the elevator. Her skirt and blouse were lovely, but I felt a little underdressed in my jeans, shirt, and boots.

"Are you sure you want to be seen in public with me, dressed like this?"

"I am always proud to be seen with you, my sweetest." Lacey looked at me as the elevator doors opened. "Are you blushing?"

"Maybe." I felt a little warm, so I guess I must have been blushing.

"You've never done that!"

"No answer, my dear. I just love hearing you say things like that."

After the doors closed and Lacey pressed the button to take us down to the lobby, she wrapped her arms around me in a strongly fierce hug. I gently kissed the top of her head.

"You don't mind being seen in public with this beat-up old cowboy?" I asked softly.

Lacey grabbed the front of my shirt and looked directly into my eyes. "You are *my* beat-up old cowboy, and you better not forget it!" She put a hand behind my head, pulled my head down and kissed me, hard. I put my arms around her as the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.

"I think we're here, Baby Girl."

She stepped back when I let go of her. Lacey took my hand as she turned and started to walk out into the lobby, pulling me along. I didn't say anything, but my mind was reeling. She hadn't been this emotional in a long time, but I thought that I liked it.

Even though there had been only five cars in the lot when we had arrived, the restaurant was crowded. The maître d' smiled at us, and asked, "Are you guests here?"

I nodded and showed him the keycard. He smiled and led us to a nice table to one side of the room. He seated Lacey, but when he indicated a chair across from her, I shook my head. When he looked at me, and I said, "My hearing is off, so I'll sit next to her."

"Yes, sir." I took the chair to Lacey's right, and she smiled at him. He smiled back, and I leaned towards her.

"Your smile has done it again."

"Hmm?" She was busy looking over the menu.

"You smiled at him and made his day." I saw Lacey smile from the side, her cheek moving up. I leaned closer and kissed her on that cheek. "You always make my day when you smile at me, love."

She turned that smile on me, and I couldn't help but smile back. When the waitress came to our table, we ordered. While we waited for our salads, Lacey asked, "Think it would be okay if we call the kids?"

"You read the note. ONE call. You want to make it now?" I looked at my watch.

"They're probably just finishing their food. I expect Erica would be annoyed, and she won't relent if you try calling later."

Lacey sighed. "I guess you're right. I've been mommy so much that I feel guilty."

"You've been doing wonderfully as mommy, too. Mommy, actress, producer, scriptwriter, lover, friend. That's a lot on your plate, love." I reached for and took her hand.

"Thank you." Lacey smiled again and then the waitress brought our salads. We ate some food that was wonderful, and we made small talk. When we finished, we refused dessert and left the restaurant. We headed for the elevator, but she stopped in the lobby, looking out through the front entrance.

"Oh, my. Look out there," Lacey said softly.

I followed her gaze and started to smile as I took her hand. Snow was just drifting down, with big, fluffy looking flakes. Lacey headed for the entrance, her eyes shining brightly. I followed along and pushed open the door. She led me out past the overhang and stepped out into the falling snow.

"I didn't know you like snow." I said softly.

"It's so beautiful! Listen!" Lacey slowly turned in a circle, her arms out, "It's so quiet."

All I could do was to stand there, watching her move. After about five minutes, though, she looked at me and laughed.

"What?"

"You have snow drifts on your shoulders." Lacey giggled when I turned my head and blew some snow off. Then I shrugged and shook, making the snow fall free.

"It's cold. Ready to go inside?" I raised my eyebrows, and she smiled.

"Want to warm me up?" she asked, batting her eyes at me.

"Yes."

Lacey's smile got wider, and then she stopped moving. "I'm freezing!"

I laugh. "Well, it's cold enough to snow. Let's go in!"

We hurried back inside, and the clerk at the desk smiled at us. I stopped at the counter. "Is it possible to have the makings for hot drinks sent up?"

"Yes, sir. Coffee, tea, cocoa?"

I looked at Lacey and she nodded eagerly. "All three, I think."

"There is a teapot in the lower cabinet in your kitchenette. The makings will be at your room within ten minutes."

"Wow, that's quick." I remarked.

"All part of the services we provide, sir." He smiled at Lacey.

"Thank you. Have a good night."

"You too, sir, miss."

Once we got into the elevator, Lacey started to giggle. "Miss?" She grabbed my arm and held it.

"Well, he wouldn't call you slut, would he?" I grinned at her.

"He'd be closer to the truth."

I snickered and the elevator reached our floor. After we left the elevator, I took her hands in mine. "If I'm your beat-up old cowboy, then you're *my* slut."

Lacey's eyes brightened as she looked at me. "Always," she said in a throaty tone.

At the door, she used the keycard to let us, and then she walked over to the fireplace. I watched as she looked it over, then she laughed. "Aha! That's how it works!" Lacey lifted a remote from the end table with the lamp that I had left on.

She examined the remote and I could tell that she was reading something on it. Lacey slid the glass doors away from the opening of the fireplace and pointed the remote at the opening. Once she pressed a button, there was a light *whoosh* and flames appeared around what I realized were ceramic logs. Lacey touched another button and made the flames lower to about six inches above the logs. She grinned at me and then there was a knock at the door.

I walked over to it, looked at the little screen on the wall and saw that it was a bellhop with a tray. When I opened the door, he handed me the tray, then asked, "Were you able to find the teapot, sir?"

While I was going to the door, Lacey went to the kitchenette. I heard a cabinet door open, then, "Found it! It'll sit right here, close to the outlet."

"Yes, ma'am. That's where most folks place it. Have a good night!" He smiled and nodded to me.

I closed the door behind him and made sure that it was locked. When I walked over to Lacey, where she had already filled the teapot and started it, I set the tray on the counter. She turned to look at the fire, then walked over to the window. I followed her and wrapped my arms around Lacey as she looked out at the snow falling past the glass.

She leaned her head back against my chest as she caressed my arms. I kissed Lacey's hair as I nuzzled her. She sighed softly as she gently slid her ass side-to-side. I smiled as I slid my hands up to her breasts, cupping them through her blouse and her bra.

"You were pretty naughty on the road today, you know."

I could see Lacey's dreamy smile reflected in the glass of the window. I could also feel her nipples starting to get hard through the cloth. "I know I was naughty. And you enjoyed every moment of it, too."

"I did." I continued to caress her, and her sighs turned to moans. I grinned and kept fondling her. Lacey pressed back against me and grasped my hands, forcing them to press harder onto her nipples. "Play with your nipples, Baby Girl."

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

I watched as Lacey slid her hands to replace mine as I started to unbutton her blouse. I started at her waist and slowly made my way up, undoing each button. Once all of her buttons were freed, I reached in and unclasped her bra as she slipped her hands inside her blouse. When her bra dropped open and her breasts were freed, she began to pinch her nipples.

"Pinch them harder, baby," I breathed into her braids.

"Yes, Daddy." Lacey squeezed her nipples, then really began to pinch them. Her moans were getting louder, and I yanked her blouse back and down, using it to hold her hands behind her back. "What?"

"Quiet!"

Lacey looked at me in the window as I used her bra to loosely tie her hands behind her back. I saw her lips curl into her wicked smile, and I pulled on her hair, pulling her head back. I gently bit the side of her neck, and while her smile stayed, her eyes closed. "Don't fight me, you naughty girl."

"I won't fight you, Daddy," she whispered back. I grabbed Lacey's tit with one hand, then used the other to turn her towards the couch across from the fire. I pushed her face onto the back of the couch, then pulled her skirt up. I smacked her left ass cheek, and she spread her legs slightly. I caressed her ass with one hand while the other grabbed her hands. While I moved my hand softly over her, Lacey arched her back to bring her ass towards me.

I tickled her pussy lips, then I smacked her right ass cheek. Lacey gasped, then moaned. I proceeded to spank her, alternating cheeks, hard, soft until I paused to lean in and kiss her red ass cheeks. I licked her pussy when I pulled her panties aside. She jumped in response, then groaned.

"Please, Daddy."

"Please, what, Baby Girl?"

"Please, Daddy, I'll be good."

I laughed and let go of her. "Stay just like that."

"Yes, Daddy."

I kicked my boots off, pulled down my pants and grabbed Lacey's hips. With one thrust, I buried myself deeply inside her. She give a little shriek as I started to pump in and out of her.

"Please, Daddy."

"What, Baby Girl?"

"Untie my hands."

"Why?"

"I want to play with myself while you fuck me."

"No."

"Please, please, please!"

"No."

Lacey whimpered and I pulled out of her, then twisted her around and forced her onto the couch. Her legs spread but I moved up and forced my cock into her mouth. I grabbed the sides of her head and began fucking her mouth. I could hear her moaning around my cock, and then I forced myself all the way in, her lips around the base of my cock. I held that position for a few moments, then pulled all the way out with a wet plop. She opened and closed your lips, trying to reach my cock. Her tongue came out, making licking motions in the air.

I moved away, and she whined, "Please, Daddy!"

I knelt between Lacey's legs and then I aimed my cock into her pussy again. I leaned forward and took her tongue between my lips. I started to fuck her again, and I could feel and hear, just how juicy she was. I slipped in and out of her, pumping my cock, and suddenly her hands were around the back of my neck.

Lacey pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply. "That's in context, Daddy, and you didn't really tie me!" she gasped as I continued to fuck into and out of her.

I leaned forward and she kissed me again, then she started to orgasm. I held Lacey down, my arms on her shoulders, just feeling her body as it shuddered and shook beneath me.

"Please cream me, Daddy! Please cum deep inside your Baby Girl!"