I put my hand between us and held both our cocks together, stroking them simultaneously with the movement of my hips. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” I said as I increased the speed of my movements.
David came loud and fast, his cock releasing into my hand as he called out my name.
His cry and the additional lubrication from his release was all it took for me to go over as I felt my balls draw up tight and pressure build in my lower back until I could no longer hold back.
I collapsed on top of him, my arms giving up on me. We were both a breathless, tangled mess of limbs, but that didn’t stop David from keeping his arms around me and seeking my mouth for more kissing.
God, I loved kissing this man. One thing was certain. We needed to talk, and this time I wouldn’t be walking out with no answers because I wasn’t sure I could spend the rest of this holiday not touching him.
“David, I don’t want to stop this.” Was all I said.
He let out a sigh—of relief or dread, I couldn’t say because I was too worried about my reaction to his answer to be able to read him accurately.
“I don’t want to stop it, either. I know you’re going back to America in a few weeks, but can we just see where this leads?”
His brown eyes looked at me with some raw emotion, and for a moment, I feared the only possible outcome from this was heartbreak. It wouldn’t matter, anyway, because I knew I was already in too deep. David wasn’t just someone I was attracted to. He was the other half of my soul. Without him, I would be forever lonely, regardless of how many people I had around me.
I still had weeks to consider the ramifications of our actions and my feelings, so I decided that there was only one thing I could do right now.
“Guess what,” I said with over-the-top enthusiasm.
“What,” he asked, one eyebrow arched.
“You’re on vacation! You know what that means, right?” I said, using my elbows to prop myself up.
“Um...what does it mean?” I could hear a hint of apprehension.
“You get American pancakes for breakfast,” I said, jumping out of bed and holding out my hand to help him up.
“This is already the best holiday ever,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “But first, we need a shower because you stink of sex.”
I pretended to be offended as I turned around to give him a view of my ass as I sashayed toward the bathroom.
David’s shower was small, barely big enough for one person, but that didn’t stop us from going in together. It was tricky to move around, and we had to take turns to go under the water spray, which meant we also had to touch... a lot. No complaints from me there.
When we finished showering, I got dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and went to the kitchen to make breakfast while David started loading the car for our trip. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and other than traveling to Évora, we were planning on taking it easy. After all, it was the first day of our vacation together, and while I’d been off work for a couple of weeks, David deserved a chilled start to his time off.
I got the coffee maker going and started making my grandma’s pancakes. I used strawberries and honey instead of blueberries and maple syrup. I wondered if one day I would have a chance to make the original version for David, but for now, I had to use what was available in David’s kitchen.
My thoughts of David, blueberries, and maple syrup were distracting me from the actual task at hand, and I’d been close to burning a couple of the pancakes already. Of course, it didn’t help when David came into the kitchen, put his hands around me from behind, and kissed the back of my neck.
“I hope you like your breakfast tasting like charcoal.” Because that was a sure thing if he didn’t stop rubbing his groin against my ass.
“Why is that?” He chuckled but didn’t stop kissing my neck, slowly coming around to steal my lips.
“Because if you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to forget what I’m doing and burn the pancakes.”
“Or maybe I’ll just have you instead.” He moved his hands under my T-shirt and rubbed circles on my abs, and went up toward my nipples.
“David.” I swallowed hard, getting myself under control and grabbing his hands to stop him,
“Food, we need food. Can you set the table? The coffee is ready.”
With a groan, David grabbed two mugs from the kitchen cabinet and filled them with coffee. I could still feel his hungry eyes on me as he grabbed cutlery and plates.
“I got an email from the hotel we’re staying at tonight,” David said as he laid the plates on the table.
“Oh, yeah? Everything okay with our reservation?” We were lucky to find a room for each night we were away. We were still taking the sleeping bags just in case. I was hoping we wouldn’t have to use them.
