At one point, as he made out, his hand cupped my breast over my shirt, his thumb grazing my nipple.
He rolled me onto my back, settling between my legs like he'd been there for years. We’d been keeping it easy and sweet in the nights before. He kept kissing me, but it was when I felt him dropping his weight so that our hips pressed together, that I almost cried tears of joy.
Sacha was hot and hard against me. When he started rolling his hips, pressing what felt like a nice, long cock against me, it was only because his mouth was glued to mine that I didn't whimper out loud.
"Jesus, Gaby," he whispered, rolling his pelvis so the ridged head between his legs rubbed the apex of mine through our thin clothing.
I knew that we needed to be quiet, but when his tongue licked my neck before he started sucking softly, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning like a total porn star on camera. That didn’t stop me from wrapping my legs around his waist and arching against him. My hands roamed up and down his spine, smoothing over the taut muscles that were flexing with his hips.
His thumb kept grazing my nipple, slow, steady circles that complimented the steady thrust of his hips and cock. Sacha's mouth was so warm and his tongue so sensual, I couldn't think. That blunt head kept rubbing against me so deliciously that I wished more than anything we weren't in my tiny bunk, surrounded by fifteen other people, fully clothed.
When I felt the start of my orgasm through the pit of my belly, I pressed my forehead to his shoulder as he kept thrusting his hips against my heat. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that I was so turned on I'd probably soaked through my underwear and my sweats. But when I came, with white spots dotting my vision and a silenced cry to his neck, I wouldn't have cared if we were in the middle of the street doing it.
With a few more grinds against me, I felt his whole body tighten under my hands. He shuddered, cursing so quietly it sounded like mumbling. My limbs felt loose and way too happy as Sacha's eyes met with mine and he gave me sly smile, kissing me slowly once more.
"You’re killing me," I groaned before he rolled off of me. A huge smile took up my face. I put my head on my palm, and simply savored the sight that was this beautiful man.
Sacha blinked before rolling to his side, stroking his fingertips across my face with a smile. He sighed right before leaning in and sucking on my bottom lip for a moment. "That was better than—," he looked at my eyes and paused, probably thinking better of whatever was originally going to come out of his mouth. "Everything." Sacha gave me a goofy smile before slipping out of my bunk to change.
As I lay there, I smiled, totally blissed out. These next three weeks were going to be awesome. I just knew it.
“You getsome of that pink zucchini yet?”
I burst out laughing at Laila's question. I'd borrowed Gordo's laptop to Skype with my bestest friend on the entire planet—not counting the Disciples of Doom and Sacha. It had been more than a month since the last time we'd talked, and I had a lot to tell her in “person” what I didn't want her to find out about via email. We’d already caught up on just about everything else, except the good stuff.
Specifically, my nightly grind sessions.
Just thinking about them got me all hot and anxious.
"Not yet," I grumbled, smiling. "It's hard enough when there's fifteen other people a few feet away."
Laila shook her head as she grinned. “You hussy.”
"I never said I wasn't," I laughed.
“But you're finally staying in hostels?”
We were traveling in a sprinter van now that we were in France and staying in hostels and cheap hotels. I was excited to sleep in a real bed.Right. ‘A real bed.’ We’d go with that. "Yes, we are."
“Good luck with that piece of vegetable!” She winked.
I snorted and gave her a thumbs-up. "I’m going to go vegetarian, just watch."
Her head ducked out of the screen shot, but her loud, rough laugh got clearly picked up by the microphone. Her “there’s something seriously wrong with you” made me crack up.
“I’m teaching you my tricks, kid. Take notes.”
That made her laugh even harder, the top of her head peeking up at the bottom of the screen. Slowly, she sat up, her dark skin pink and flushed as she wiped at her eyes. “I have my own tricks. The damsel in distress works every time.”
I'd always thought that Laila's self-confidence was one of the greatest things about her. That girl knew she was something special.
“Did you tell him about Lucy and Ethel?” she asked.
The memory of that conversation was still fresh. “Oh yeah. He didn’t even blink. Later on, he told me he’d thought I was just being modest—”
That had her screeching. “Modest? You?”
“Shut up,” I hissed with an amused snicker. “So I like to wear shorts, leave me alone.” My brother started bellowing my name out from down the hall, so I sighed. "I need to get going. Eli is hollering for ‘Doctor Flabby,’ and he sounds like he’s dying. I'll email you soon, okay?"
