Turn her down.

Oh how you would love to have those luscious lips around your cock once again, but for some reason, your integrity kicks in. "No thanks," you say, a strange lump in your throat. "We've got to get up early to get to the airport on time and I still got to pack some stuff."

Vanessa blinks at you for a moment, before a genuine smile comes to her face. "Okay sweetie," she replies, letting go of you. "You go pack. I'll just be here watching TV." You give her a quick nod and disappear into your room. But when you come back out to grab a fresh tube of toothpaste from the bathroom, you overhear her on her phone. "Yeah, yeah. No, no, he didn't take the freebie. I think I'll be okay with him. Right. Will call you before takeoff. See you in a week. Bye. Mwah!" Looks like you dodged a bullet there. Wiping your brow, you exhale softly before grabbing a few more toiletries and stuffing them into your luggage.

When you tell her that you're going to sleep, she tells you to give her a couple of minutes to get changed so that she can join you. You hesitate, thinking that this might be another test. But she counters by telling you that in a couple of hours, she's your girlfriend, and that it's perfectly normal for couples to sleep in the same bed. She also says that the two of you are going to be fucking and sleeping together every night for the next week, so you might as well get used to sharing a bed. Scratching the back of your head, you can't come up with any arguments, so you just shrug and get into your usual sleepwear, which is just a thin undershirt and your underwear.

Vanessa quickly comes to your room, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. You swallow nervously as you watch her near perfect figure walk with purpose towards you before making a sharp turn to your dresser. Purposefully, she absentmindedly shakes her hips at you before taking out one of your T-shirts and puts it on. Getting on bed, she throws open the sheets on your side and pats it. Scurrying over quickly, so as to try and hide your growing erection, you hop in and turn your back on her, willing yourself to sleep, while murmuring out a quick "Good night."

Chuckling softly to herself, you hear Vanessa kiss something before feeling a couple of fingers on your lips. You lay there, unable to sleep while you listen to the soft breathing of the body laying next to yours. It's an odd feeling. The two of you have spent so much time together in your bed, but you've never slept together before. And that strange thing about escorts and kissing. In your experience, the working women you've ever had the pleasure of their company, were perfectly willing to use their mouths on most things, but kissing is a hard no. You fade in and out of sleep, half from anticipation and half from surprise when you turn and see Vanessa still sleeping in your bed instead of walking out the door.