She slowly shook her head. “I’m saying that it turns me on.”
As she sat up, fingers still touching herself, she looked him right in the eyes and massaged his seed out of her pussy and onto his bed. With the slightest, most feminine groan, she silently begged him to give her one more.
“You should have him invite me over. We could take turns. You know, give the other guy a chance to recover while you just come over and over.”
She continued to slowly rub her clit. “I’d like that.”
Brim was truly the master of saying whatever he wanted to hear. Liam had no choice but to take off his clothes and get on top of her.
The way she yielded to him, complete with kissing him with all of her mouth, made him last a lot longer this time.
Chapter 9
Eden
She barely had time to go back to her room and shower before her date that night.Unbelievable.That was the feeling she had when she closed her room door and looked at herself in the mirror.You naughty slut.
Eden could safely say that she had never had so much sex in less than twenty-four hours. Yet La Mariposa had let one of her fantasies come to life. A fantasy she hadn’t fully realized until she was first taken by a man in the middle of a party.
She took off the dress, tossing it on her bed as she hopped in the shower and prepared to do all of her hair and makeup again for “Bryce,” the man in Cottage #7 who wanted to get up in her business again. This time with a proper date.I’m assuming. It says dinner.She had better be able to eat, because she was skipping her delivery that night.
By the time she dried off, fixed up her hair, and began applying sultrier makeup than she had worn earlier that day, sherealized she didn’t have anything else to wear. Originally, she had been assigned to the pool party that night and had planned on wearing her bikini from the day before again. But when she searched her closet for something suitable for meeting with Cottage #7, she realized that she should have probably saved the dress for that.
Well…When on La Mariposa…
She put the dress back on. She didn't bother with underwear. The island was so warm that she also didn’t bother with the one nice white sweater she brought with her.
After slipping her shoes back on, she noted that her date was in ten minutes. She had to get going.
At least the evening is gorgeous.A slight breeze rustled her hair and skirt as she strolled out of the hotel with a satchel hanging from her wrist. Pink and purple conspired against the daylight as the tropically winter sunset played with Eden’s head. Every so often, she was caught up in the notion that she was here for a vacation. That she wasn’t paid to be at any random man’s beck and call as long as she wore these white outfits for the weekend.I’m really not doing badly for myself, though.She originally worried she’d struggle to have interest even once a day, but so far, she hadtworepeat customers who sounded like they were ready for more at any time.
Exciting!
She bypassed the other cottages before reaching #7. One light was on inside. A shadow moved in front of the door, and Eden recognized a hostess in all black delivering two meals and a bottle of wine.Ooh, wine!
The hostess barely looked at her on the way by. Eden watched after her before approaching the cottage door, which had already swallowed the dinners before she got there. At least she knew “Bryce” was in.
She allowed herself to stew in memories of the night before in the seconds leading up to her heavy knock.
He opened the door almost immediately.
“Holy hell.” A man who reached up toward the doorframe stood before her. Tight pants and a button-up shirt cut a fine figure as he beheld his guest standing on the porch. “Get in here before anyone else thinks they get to have you.”
He turned and went back inside, leaving the door open. Eden stepped through, taking in the wooden rafters, the ceiling fan, and the refreshing scent of the sea as it was filtered through a vanilla air freshener.I like it.She also liked the presentation on the dining table that bridged the living room and kitchen.They really are full one-bedroom houses here.The door to the bedroom was open. She could see straight through to the ocean.
“You must be Bryce,” she said, breaking the silence as he continued to fuss with the food and wine on the table. “I didn’t catch your name last night.”
He stood up straight. Only then did she realize that the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.Yes, I remember what that body was like, pushing up against me.How long until it happened again? Could Eden handle it? It still hadn’t been a full twenty-four hours since this man sat with her at the party and quickly got inside of her.Damn, I’m ready again.At some point, her body would be totally over this, but it hadn’t happened yet.Just last me until tomorrow night, babe!
She also remembered other things aboutthisman’s body. Like his strong hips and the size of his cock as it claimed her cunt for fifteen glorious minutes, she would be replaying in her head for the rest of her life.
“Probably because that’s a terrible name.” He practically loomed over her when he further asked, “Do I look like ‘Bryce’ to you?”
Not the first time she had been asked such a question. “What would you like me to call you, then, sir?”
He snorted, relaxing his shoulders. “Well, I like the way you saysir.” He gestured to a chair. “Please. Sit. I ordered you the fish. I hope that’s all right.”
Eden appreciated the cordial invitation to eat before they got down to anything else.Seeing him in the light like this is something else.Did he think the same about her?
