"I think he's the handyman here," I murmur. "It's fine."
Laila looks up at me fearfully. “I'm just terrified that I'm going to mess this up for you. That I'm going to screw up and make you lose your job."
"I’m sorry, baby." I tip her chin up with my finger. "I didn't mean to put so much pressure on you. I think we're doing okay so far. We just have to survive until noon or so tomorrow, then we take off. What could happen in twenty-four hours?"
Her eyes light up with a saucy twinkle, as her fingers tighten in the back of my hair. "Good point. Now, what was that about a shower?"
“That’s my girl.”
Ten minutes later, I'm staring at the most glorious vision in the world: Laila, completely naked, with her hair tied up in another sexy, messy topknot. Her back is against the glass tiles of the shower stall, one ankle hooked over my shoulder as I grip her hips, staring for a moment at her luscious round breasts before dropping my eyes to her perfect pink pussy while the hot water sprays around us.
I lean forward, letting my mouth and tongue explore every curve and fold, every point that makes her gasp louder.
I’m extremely aware of two distinct sides of myself. One is watching Laila’s eyes as they become dreamy and soft. Bonding with her. Caring for her. Hoping that she will allow me to do this as often as possible for the rest of our lives.
The other side of me is an animal, savagely devouring her soft flesh, imagining how it would feel to drive my length all the way inside her, studying the look in her eyes and hearing her breath catch as I thrust deeper. My cock is hard as stone as I work a finger deep into Laila’s pussy. She’s so tight, but very wet.
My tongue flutters across her clit as Laila's hands grip the side of my head. "I won't let you fall, beautiful," I murmur, my lips brushing against her skin. Her blinking through her wet lashes is erratic as she stares at me in disbelief.
“We’re so comfortable together," she murmurs. "I like the way you just take hold of me and…"
I swish my tongue in a figure eight pattern over her clit until I feel her fingernails pricking my scalp. "Know what you need? I'm doing my best."
Her eyes blaze. Slowly I add a second finger, and her hips begin to roll in time with my gentle thrusts.
Can Laila tell that caring for her is turning me on just as much as the view of her flushed throat, peaked nipples, and the way her tongue keeps darting across her plush bottom lip? She's so sexy that a huge part of me wants to lock us in this room for the rest of the weekend and forget all about the initial reason for being here.
Laila’s breath picks up, and I hold her in place as she quivers. My tongue presses harder, fingers moving faster as I watch her belly cave, her shoulders twitch, and her mouth fall open. She grips me hard as her moaned cries echo off the tiles, barely covered by the water bouncing off our sides. I can taste a fresh flood of her juices, and after her climax ends, I lap up as much as I can.
Laila carefully sets her leg back on the floor, still trembling. I stand, holding her close against me and turning my back to the water. "I've got you, baby."
"Kiss me," she murmurs. "Kiss me while you’re coming."
I'm already devouring her soft lips as I register the second part of what she said. And that her soft, warm hand is eagerly stroking my length.
"Laila," I choke, “I've been trying to ignore that since we got here."
"I know, and that's not fair. I don't know what I'm doing, but?—"
"Yeah, you do," I rasp, holding her against me with one arm while my other palm steadies myself on the tile. "That's perfect, baby. Just a bit faster."
She strokes me as quickly as she can, rubbing her thumb over the tip with each pass. My mouth crashes to hers, kissing her hard and deep as a low groan consumes me.
My thighs tense, knees nearly buckling as I erupt, thick white splashes of come covering Laila's belly and hips. Her delighted little cry makes me spurt even harder, then I surge against her, my elbow on the wall to hold me up.
When I’m able to focus again, I see she's grinning from ear to ear. Then she steps back, glancing down at the white streaks dripping from her skin. "I think I'm gonna need a second shower to clean up from the first one," she giggles.
I wash her carefully with the herbal soap the chalet provided. Every caress of my hand against her skin makes me feel like we're fusing together. Like this was meant to be.
I can’t wait until we’re away from my coworkers and this charade is over so we can begin our real life together.
11
LAILA
There are several things about this chalet weekend that I’ve enjoyed. One, the food is incredible. Two, the pressure of getting to know Devin’s coworkers hasn’t been so bad. Three, I’ve been able to spend the afternoons here in the library working. It feels like a semi-private fort, complete with a fireplace and hundreds of books around me.
And, of course, my time spent with Devin has made it obvious that he’s a truly sweet guy. He’s been caring, protective, and incredibly considerate. Even though this excursion started out as a way for us both to get out of strange circumstances, it’s clear that we’re developing feelings for each other.
