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“Hmm? Come in, I’ll just brush my teeth,” she mumbles, leaving me to find a spot to set the tray and finally shut the door. I hand her a cup of coffee, fixed the way she likes it, when she emerges from the bathroom.
“When you said breakfast somehow, I thought that meant something like seven, not five in the morning,” she finally says more coherently after inhaling most of the mug.
I shrug. “You can go back to sleep if you want. I’ll just sit here and watch you like a creeper.”
She rolls her eyes at me as expected. “Sometimes you’re very sweet and sometimes… a little weird.” Isla goes up on her knees on the bed to give me a soft kiss. “I forgot to say thank you.” She sinks back down, her gaze now level with my cock that still thinks he’s getting some action this morning. She casts me an inquiring look. I respond with a shrug. What else am I going to say?
Apparently Isla was asking a completely different question because her graceful hands are sliding inside my waistband, freeing my cock to her appreciative gaze.
I watch bemused as she leans her head down to drop a soft kiss on the growing length. “Maybe, instead of sleeping, you should find some other way to entertain me until I’m ready to eat,” she says softly, keeping her eyes glued to my cock. When she opens her mouth and sucks gently on the tip, I’m beyond ready to give her whatever she wants. “I thought we were waiting,” I say cautiously.
“Waiting is making me anxious,” she admits.
“God, we can’t have that,” I groan as she swirls her tongue over me again. Her laughing eyes tease me, daring me to take over. So I do.
“If you mean that, Isla. Then I need you to get naked and lie back with your hands over your head.” I wait to see if she’s really wanting to go through with this.
8
Isla
Pre-breakfast hotel-room sex is not how I imagined Lance’s and my first time together. But I like the spontaneity of it. I like the way his eyes have a feral gleam in them as he scans my naked form on the bed. He kneels next to me and brings my left hand up, since I ignored that part of his instructions. “I want your hands gripping the pillow at all times, Isla. You are not in charge here. Except to say no. Understand?” He waits for my reply, his jaw tense, so I nod, uncertain about how bossy he thinks he needs to be.
Very it turns out. Nostrils flaring, he spreads my knees wide, then leans his dark head down to suck gently on my clit. He finds it like a guided missile with pre-loaded coordinates. There’s no fumbling about. I want to ask how he knows, but all that emerges from my mouth is a whimper because, without warning, Lance thrusts his tongue into my channel. My insides melt, I can feel them turning to goo. His thumb drags slowly over my clit, making my legs twist restlessly. Lance clamps them down with his hands, without lifting his head. He seems… determined. My clit begins throbbing relentlessly, already missing the pressure of his thumb.
The next thing I realize, Lance surges to his feet with hooded eyes. He quickly strips, his gaze holding mine. My belly tenses at the sight of his thick cock, long and straight. I’m briefly distracted by the appearance of a few tattoos on his upper arms. Amazing the things you learn about someone only when they’re naked. Lance quirks an inquiring eyebrow, so I sink back down, not entirely sure what to do with my arms. Was I supposed to keep them up the whole time? What difference does it make?
Lance settles that without a word. He gently takes both my wrists in his left hand and pins them to the pillow. Then he’s on me, hot and hard. His cock stretching me wide as he eases inside. I itch to trace the lines of the tattoo on his shoulder as my walls adjust around him.
“Mine now, Isla,” Lance finally speaks. He sounds so amazed by that it doesn’t come across caveman at all. Even as he pulls out and drives back in one smooth thrust that leaves me gasping at the sudden pressure. His cock is filling me to bursting. But it’s my heart that feels the most stretched when he presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “Love you, baby,” he murmurs.
Lance
Isla’s soft body pulls me in like a magnet. She’s sexy as hell just walking around every day. But here, now, splayed out under me, she’s a goddess of seductive powers. There’s nowhere else I could ever want to be. And I think it might be physically impossible not to touch.
The ache in my balls only intensifies as her nails dig into my shoulders, having thoroughly disregarded my earlier instructions. I’m past caring. She’s so fucking tight that every millimeter of my cock can feel the velvety embrace of her pussy as I ease into her. Her soft breathy moan when I bottom out hasme groaning in response. I want this moment to last forever, but something urges me on — that need to claim her completely. Leave her so satisfied there’s no question in her mind who she belongs with.
With that goal in mind, I find her sweet little nub with my fingers and tug ever so slightly. “Lance!” Isla gasps in my ear as her pussy flutters around my cock. My only response is to pull out almost completely. Then I’m pounding into her sweet depths, pausing only every three or four strokes to tug on her clit again. It stretches her swollen folds even tighter around my cock. Absolutely the most delicious torture. Isla’s eyes are wide open and staring at me in wonder, even as her moans increase in tempo. I want that part of her, too. All of her. So I fasten my lips on hers, capturing her cries with my mouth. I can’t bear to pull away, so this time I let my cock sink ever deeper and stay. I’m going to simply live here between Isla’s soft thighs for the rest of my life.
“Cum for me, baby. I need you to let go,” I whisper in her ear after finally releasing her soft lips.
She moans, “Can’t.”
“You can and you will,” I tell her, firmly reaching down again to press on her swollen clit. Instantly she convulses, everything in her tightening down on my cock as she spasms. The energy radiates into her fingers, still clutching my shoulders like a lifeline. My cock gives a mighty surge as her nails dig in and then I’m spiraling into the abyss as cum pulses out of my body and into hers. She shifts slightly, emitting a soft “eep” as I fill her up full to bursting.
“You’re mine, Isla,” I reiterate, just in case she forgot. Her soft, satisfied smile lets me know she’s not objecting at the moment.
I roll us both over to our sides, reluctant to sever our physical connection. Isla’s long legs tangle with mine while I savor our next kiss.
“You ready for breakfast?” I finally ask softly.
Isla’s eyes laugh at me. “That’s it? No ‘you’re the best, baby’ or ‘fucking you was a dream come true’? Just ‘wanna eat’?”
“The other was implied,” I tell her with an injured tone. Then I tickle her.
“Ack! Lance!” She’s laughing and trying to escape my teasing fingers, which requires her to sink further onto my cock, not away from it. She gasps when it hardens with interest. “No, no, no. We are not doing that again. Not until I’ve had food and a shower. Which probably means after work, so cool your jets, Boss.”
I groan as my cock jerks in response. “Shouldn’t have used the magic word then, baby.”
