He rolls over onto his side, holding the condom at its base, ripping it off and tying it off and throwing it on the floor next to us. He gathers me into his arms, and I’m immediately engulfed by his chest.
“Wow,” is all I can say again.
He laughs out loud, the Dimple pops out, and I squeeze my lips together before telling it that I love it.
FIFTEEN
Elias
I makedamn sure that we don’t get more than two hours of sleep.
“I can’t do it anymore,” Mia is crying as she sits on my face, around eight o’clock in the morning, grinding down on the flat of my outstretched tongue anyway.
“Just one more,” I try to say while being smothered to death by her pussy.A good way to die, I think. I reach around and slip the tip of my finger into her ass. “Give it to me,” I say, and she explodes like the good student she is.
She timbers sideways like a tree, and I take a deep breath of fresh air. I tear the condom off my dick, tie it off, and throw it on the pile of what feels like one hundred already on the ground.
We catch our breaths, our limbs all tangled up. I find her hand in the pile of appendages and grip it tightly so that I don’t say one of my weird and inappropriate and needy thoughts out loud, which have become increasingly insane and more and more of a problem with the more and more sex we have.
And we’ve had a lot of sex. I almost just yelled something like, “THIS IS GREAT! LET’S NEVER STOP!”
“Ow,” she says, and I realize I’ve been squeezing her hand too tightly.
I pull myself into her instead, resting my head between her tits, listening to her heart rate slow while holding her around the waist, smoothing my hands up and down her sides.
She plays with my hair, scratching at my scalp.
“Mmm…” I tell her. “Feels good.”
“You’re like a giant oversized cat,” she tells me. “A lion.”
“Does that mean I can eat your pussy?” I tell her, licking at her nipple.
“No,” she shrieks. She shoves me off of her as best as her little body can. “No more. No touching. My pussy is closed for business. She needs a break. A vacation from her vacation.”
I’m laughing, trying to burrow my way between her hands and crossed legs. She tries to run, scrambling off the bed, but I grab her leg and yank her back. I plant a big kiss on top of her pelvis. “Fine. But checkout is at eleven. So she only gets a two-hour vacation.”
“That’s not a vacation at all,” she moans under her hands.
“She better appreciate the time off,” I say, taking my rightful place between her boobs once more.
She keeps scratching my head. “Why haven’t you ever dated anyone?” she asks me suddenly.
I tense. “I’ve… kind of dated,” I say. “But that’s not really my style.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. It didn’t start this way,” I say. “I used to date. I used to get dumped a lot, too,” I laugh, but it isn’t genuine.
Mia is highly concerned. “Why?”
I shrug. “Too dumb. Too poor. Who knows?” I don’t like this turn. I’m starting to feel itchy.
Mia is now horrified. “You are absolutely arenottoo?—”
“I like being single,” I say, cutting her off. “I like…”
“Fucking your way through Manhattan?” she says plainly. “You’re not too dumb or too poor. That’s ridiculous. You own your own business, for fuck’s sake. You’re a fucking catch.”
