Page 14 of Kidnapped from the Paradise Resort

She nudges my hand away, and I remove it, giving her space so she can roll to her back. Her hands go down to grab the hem of her tank top and she tugs, removing it and letting it drop to wherever it went in the dark.

I lean forward, mouth latching onto her nipple as she tugs off her panties, hands straying south, middle finger resuming its earlier position inside her pussy.

Why does foreplay taste so much better in a sleepy fog? And why does nothing feel better than a good old-fashioned cuddle fuck?

I feel Ryann’s hand inching across the mattress before it grips my cock and starts a slow, tired yank, jerking me off while I suck on her tits and play with her pussy.

“I want to come with your dick inside me,” she whispers, the words breathing new life into my dick as if it weren’t hard enough.

It isn’t far for me to get a condom from her bedside table, the little box she stored away there two condoms poorer.

My teeth rip open the package.

My hands feebly fumble to roll it on while Ryann lies there watching, hand stroking my back.

I shiver when her nails graze my skin.

I hover over her once the condom is on, leaning forward to kiss her, letting my cock hang between her spread legs. She moves, hips gyrating against it, kissing me back at the same time she plays with my shaft.

Moves it up and down over her pussy, lining it up so I can push inside, both of us moaning as I slide in.

My arms are on either side of her head, our mouths still fused when I begin the leisurely task of fucking her good and slow—and somehow the kiss is slow, too. Somehow the kiss feels…

Intimate.

As if we’ve kissed a hundred times.

As if we care about each other the way two people in a relationship do.

My heart constricts.

Tightens.

I pull my mouth away, burying my face in the crook of her neck, one of my hands in her hair. I keep myself from telling her she’s beautiful and one of the best things that’s ever happened to me—that would be a lie because it couldn’t possibly be true.

You’re sleepy, dude. Do not open your mouth and make an ass of yourself.

But God, she feels so fucking good, and it’s not just because she’s so fucking tight and wet and her hair smells like goddamn heaven. Her skin feels like silk and her tits are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt in my palm.

You’re high, man—keep your lips shut.

But…

But…

“You feel so fucking good, babe.” I kiss her on the side of the neck.

Ryann’s hands move from the middle of my back, her palms now caressing the hip dips of my backside.

Sleepily, she leans up, mouth kissing my collarbone as I thrust in and out of her intoxicating, tight pussy.

I wish I could see her face.

I mean, I can, kind of—the moon is giving me enough light to watch her silhouette, but not so much that I can see the expression in her eyes or the way her lips part when I hit a sweet spot.

My face is still in her neck when she comes, her loud moaning putting a lazy smile on my face.

I hope the neighbors hear her.