“Then what is it?”
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum in, like, two seconds.”
“That’s kind of the point.”
I shook my head again as I reached down to comb my fingers through his short hair. I wanted to know what kind of conditioner he used because damn his hair felt so ridiculously soft. I was actually a little jealous.
“I want to cum while riding you,” I breathed.
He smirked. “What’s the magic word?”
I rasped, “Please.”
William got up and walked over to the nightstand directly next to the bed, pulling open the drawer to pull out a condom and the small bottle of lube he had the previous night. We didn’t end up using the lube because he left me so wonderfully wet.
After rolling the condom on, he climbed back onto the bed and lay on his back. I was keenly aware of his eyes on me. It was nice, really, to be the center of someone’s attention. I straddled him with my thighs and slowly lowered myself down on his cock, groaning hotly as his large dick slid into me with little resistance.
I felt warm, felt full and downright explosive. I needed to chase this high he’d started me on, wanted to chase the waves of pleasure until they dragged me under. Rolling my hips, I took special care to take his whole length into me. I watched his face, effectively entranced, reading every expression he wore to see what he liked and what he didn’t. As it turned out, William was a fan of everything. When I circled my hips about, William’s mouth fell open to release a deep groan. When I rocked back and forth, he cussed under his breath and squeezed his eyes to concentrate on the feeling.
William grabbed me by the hips, dug his fingers into my skin. “Hannah,” he panted. “Hannah, just like that. Fuck.” His accent made everything so much sexier.
“You like that?” I teased him. “You like how my pussy feels?”
“Fuck yes. Oh my God.”
“You’re so big,” I gasped, keeping my pace as steady as possible to build him up. “I’m so close, William.”
Something I said flipped a switch in him. He could no longer relinquish control. William grabbed me hard by the waist and flipped me over onto the bed, snapping his hips hard against me with resolve. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me deep, lips searing against one another with more heat than I’d ever experienced before. The weight he threw behind each thrust brought me closer and closer to the edge until I was finally coming undone, shuddering with pleasure that spread through my body like soft fire. It was only a matter of seconds before William came undone, too, shivering hard as he emptied into me.
We remained still for a moment, breathless. Our hearts were pounding so loudly that it was almost deafening. We lay in each other’s arms, eventually giggling softly together as exhaustion took over us both. I lay comfortably on the massive bed, noting how William left momentarily to the bathroom, before coming back to scoop me up in his hold. I rested my head on his chest and drew absentminded circles into his skin with the tip of my finger, enjoying the way sleep crept into the corners of my vision to the soundtrack of William’s steady breathing.
I awoke at the crack of dawn, as I always did. I was an incredibly light sleeper, so the tiniest noise or bit of sunlight could rouse. But today, it wasn’t the sunshine or my alarm that awoke me, but the smell of delicious bacon, freshly made pancakes and sweet maple syrup.
I sat up in bed, clutching the sheets to my bare chest as I squinted, eyes adjusting to the light. William walked into the master bedroom with a giant serving cart full of food.
“Good morning,” he chuckled.
“What is this?” I asked, voice a tad groggy with sleep.
“Well, in my country, we call it breakfast.”
“You’re hilarious,” I said dryly, but there wasn’t any heat behind my words.
He sat down on the edge of the bed with me and handed me a fork and knife. “Please, dig in. Help yourself to whatever you’d like.”
I didn’t know where to start. Everything looked delicious. My mouth watered as I grabbed a bit of everything and stuffed a very unladylike amount of food into my mouth. When I realized I was scarfing food down like a dog who hadn’t eaten in a couple of days, I blushed and looked over at William, who was regarding me with a great deal of fondness.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, mouth completely full. “You, uh… You want some?”
“I’m happy you’re enjoying yourself.” He chuckled. “Don’t mind me. I meant what I said when I told you to dig in.”
I nodded and smiled; awkwardness quickly forgotten.