‘Good. Cos you’re mine too,’ he murmurs, finally moving those thick, blunt fingers against and into me in the way he knows I love.
I’m so close already it takes only a few seconds of his dedicated touch pulsing against me, in the most perfect rhythm, before I fall into a well of bliss.
He holds me close as I luxuriate in my post-orgasmic haze, wrapping his arms around my back and fitting my head into the space between his chin and chest.
My eyes are so heavy now. I feel as if I could sleep for a week. All these orgasms have depleted me, used up the last of my energy.
I’m so warm and snug here in Kit’s arms and I’m aware of his breathing starting to become shallow, and the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest slowing as he falls asleep again.
It’s so soothing, being held like this. So blissfully calming. So quieting…
And suddenly I’m awake again.
There’s a familiar tune playing by my head.
It’s my phone alarm.
Wriggling out from under Kit’s heavy arm, I grab my mobile off the nightstand and squint at the screen. The alarm I set for a pre-dawn wake-up call is going off.
Oops.
I didn’t mean to fall properly asleep here, but I guess my body had other ideas.
It appears, from the slow rhythm of his breathing, that Kit is still sleeping soundly, so I decide the best thing to do is try and creep out quietly so as not to disturb him.
But it seems I’m not creepy enough because as I carefully move to the edge of the bed, he stirs. Then as I get up and search around the room for my clothes, pulling them on hurriedly, he wakes up fully and props himself on his elbows, blinking at me in the moonlight coming in through a chink in the blinds.
‘Where are you sneaking off to?’ he asks, his voice rough with sleep.
A delicious shiver runs over my skin at the sound of it.
I stop what I’m doing and turn to face him.
‘I’m going to the bamboo forest before the sun comes up. Apparently it’s the place to be at dawn.’
‘Really? That sounds cool. Want some company?’
I pause, thinking about this. Do I? I thought I’d feel a bit nervous about hanging out with him this morning after what we got up to last night, but I actually don’t. I just feel vaguely buzzed and a bit sleepy, to be honest. But not in any way awkward around him.
He’s looking at me expectantly and my heart does a strange turning-over thing.
I decide that I can’t very well tell him I don’t want him to come with me, not after how downright cool and friendly he’s been towards me recently. And it might be more fun to see it with someone else anyway.
‘Sure. If you fancy it,’ I say, off-handedly.
He sits up and rolls his legs over to the side of the bed, then gives his scalp a good rub, making his hair stand on end.
Turning back to face me, he shoots me a smile. ‘I’m always up for an adventure.’
‘Then let’s go,’ I say. ‘We’ve got to leave right now or we’ll miss it.’
‘Okay, boss,’ he says, getting up from the bed.
He’s still stark-bollock-naked and I feel like I’ve been turned to stone as I watch the beautiful, sensual movement of his muscular form as he gives a big full-frontal stretch right in my field of vision. I’m aware I shouldn’t stare at him, but I can’t stop myself.
Not that he seems to care.
In fact, when he notices I’m gawping, he raises his eyebrow in anAh-ha! Caught you!way, then flips me a smug grin.
