Take care of your fiancée.

You both grin as you leave the closet, smoothing your clothes as you make your way to the room. Your hands wander over her ass as she climbs the stairs, and despite her arousal, she thumps you on the arm when you get to the top of the stairs. "Just wait," she hisses, though she smiles as she says it. You hope the room is up to snuff. Jess trusted you with the preparations and planning, and you were hopeful that the room would help persuade her to spend the rest of her life with you.

The room by far exceeds your expectations. It opens up into a wide living/dining area, with the small kitchenette bigger than some of the kitchens in past apartments. Jess stands in the middle of the room, drops her luggage, then runs into your arms and kisses you.

“Thank you John!” She kisses you again. “This place is insane. Where's the bedroom?” You look around and see an arched doorway leading towards the beach. As you step through the doorway, you see a king-sized bed, cut from some wood lying parallel to a window with blinds pulled open. The window reveals a blue ocean and sand beach, as well as a breakfast table on the balcony. “Oh,” Jess says. She puts her hand to her mouth and turns to you. “Nice job on the room,” she says. You can see her getting excited as she looks around.

"Wait," she says, her eyes widening. She runs towards the bathroom, and you are surprised when you hear a scream. She comes out, and immediately starts stripping, peeling off her t-shirt and sweatpants. Wearing her bra and panties. "This room has a jet tub?" She comes out, a smile on her face. She shakes her head and reaches She surprises you by getting on the bed. She lay on the bed and arches her back, running a hand over her abs. "I know I said you were going to take care of me, but baby, is there anything I can do to repay you for the amazing job you did on getting us this room?"

Her abs tighten as she pulls her feet closer and slowly, licking her lips as she stares at you, slides her panties down past her thighs, over her knees, and you know she's flexing her calves, the smooth lines between her muscles making your mouth dry. Soon the panties are on the bed, and you swear you can see her newly shaved pussy shining in the light from the window.

"Anything at all?" she asks again, running her fingers lightly over the top of her left bra cup.