Within fifteen minutes she’s exiting the bathroom, wrapped up in that white terrycloth robe. It’s a little big so the collar puffs up around her face and I stand, going to her so I can push aside the front of the robe and check out her skin.
“You got a little too much sun,” I say, sounding like my mama when I tsk under my breath. Her chest is tinged red. More like pink, and it looks painful to the touch.
“It’s not so bad. I think it looks worse than it feels. I brought some aloe and I already smoothed some on.” She knocks my hand away and steps back, her expression exhausted. “I think I’ll lay down while you take your shower.”
Grabbing her hand, I reel her back in and drop a kiss to her forehead. “I won’t be long.”
I keep the water cool because I’m a little burnt too, and I wash myself quick, getting the lake water off me. I’m eager to get back to Maisey, to undo the belt on her robe and see if she’s naked underneath.
I have a feeling she is.
After wrapping the towel around my waist and running my fingers through my hair, I swing the bathroom door open to see her lying on the bed, fast asleep. I’ve totally missed my chance.
There will be no naked exploration with Maisey tonight.
The girl is completely sacked out.
* * * *
I’m having the best dream.
Long, soft hair tickles across my chest. Warm, damp lips on my skin, a wet tongue flicking my nipple and I press my lips together, containing the moan desperate to escape.
My body goes tight, anticipation flowing through my veins as I wait for her next tentative touch. Gentle fingers caress my skin, skimming across my stomach, hesitating before they shift lower.
I’m naked. I shucked that towel before I crawled into bed, and now I’m thanking the good lord above because those fingers are on my dick, and they’re stroking.
Squeezing.
I pop my eyes open and stare at the ceiling for a moment, reveling in the touch. A thumb swirls around the top of my cock, again and again and then her mouth…
Fuck.
“Fuck,” I bite out, glancing down to find Maisey sprawled between my legs, her thick hair everywhere, lush pink lips wrapped tight around my dick. She looks up, her eyes flashing when they catch mine, and she releases her hold on me with a loud pop.
“You’re awake.”
“So are you,” I say through clenched teeth.
“I couldn’t resist.” She has my erection in her grip, and she slides her fingers up, then down, nice and firm. “I hope you don’t think I was trying to take advantage of you. I could tell you were waking up.”
“This beats my alarm, that’s for damn sure,” I say, making her laugh.
I could wake up like this every day for the rest of my life, and I wouldn’t protest.
Her laughter dies the longer we maintain eye contact and then she slips my cock back into her mouth, her eyes sliding shut, a low moan sounding in her throat. I watch in fascination as she works me into a near frenzy, her fingers curled tight around the base of my dick, her lips sucking, her tongue licking.
Jesus.
I am done for.
“Not like this,” I finally say minutes later, reaching for her, pulling her up with ease, flipping her around so she’s lying flat on her back, and I’m right above her. “Let me look at you first.”
She removed the robe sometime during the night. And I know it’s definitely night. The room is dark, even with the curtains cracked open, and I can barely make out her features.
I need to remedy that problem quick.
Reaching over, I flick on the bedside lamp and she closes her eyes against the harsh light that bathes the room.