He smiled holding Caila's sleeping form to his. His eyes heavy, finally sleep overcame him. He slept peacefully, Reliving some of what happened during his waking hours with Caila. He pictured the slow roll of all that had occurred at the bar and then at the hotel. Each moment was in slow motion as he watched. He was mesmerized by Caila as he watched the playback of everything that occurred, each thing better than the next. He felt the range of emotions as they played through him from first meeting her to getting to know her to feeling her quim, to almost making her cum. The cab ride, how good she tasted on his tongue, to taking her and seeing the desire and passion that were in her eyes as they came together. Then as she took her friends and then finally when they all shared together. Then making her cum once again before she passed out. Still, he wanted to do more and wanted to do whatever it was to get her into his life. She was something he had been missing for so long. He felt pulled to her. Then he fell into a sleep without dreams. He started to stir as he felt pressure on his groin, his eyes slowly fluttered. He opened his eyes to see Caila. He looked on as she rode him, then holding her breasts, she looked like the hottest thing. "You look so hot and feel so good Caila." When she came he came as well as she collapsed. He didn't want to stop. He started to fuck her again in earnest as she lay there on her back. He was like an alcoholic eager to get his next drink and he was going to have his long pull of Caila till he got his fill. Her moans filled the room as he worked fast and furious with her legs on his shoulders as he took her deeply.  He felt her nails and it only goaded him on to give her more of what he wanted to give to her. He came again as he thrust into her rubbing the nub of her clit in circular motions. Then he collapsed holding himself up. He leaned in and kissed her. Seeing that she was out he slowly pulled out of her.<br/><br/>He then decided to go to the bathroom. He washed up and grabbed a towel with a washcloth, he came back into the room and washed her up the best he could. He heard a knock as he finished. "Damn". He went and got a robe, along with his wallet. He opened the door. The bellhop had a hanger and bag with her clothes. 'Here you go, sir.' "Thank you so much here is the 50 I promised. Good job. Good morning." He then closed the door. The bellhop running down to share the prize with the receptionist. He hung her clothes up and set his alarm for 10. He climbed next to her and kissed her cheek as he pulled her to him, not wanting to lose this closeness to her any time soon.