Walking down the hotel hallway with a bucket of ice. Nerves out of control. What if she gets cold feet?

I slid the key into the door lock and turned the handle.

There she was, lying on the bed, legs spread. Her thick thighs blocked his head.

She didn’t look up as I entered the room, put the bucket down, and sat on the chair by the bed. At that moment, I was the last thing on her mind.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” turned into, “Please, fuck me.”

Looks like I was the only one who was nervous.