Irrefutably remind me that every inch of my body deserves pleasure.
Can bepleasured.
His.
Without warning, J.T.’s mouth slides off mine to praise, “I love when you come on my cock, Beloved.”
The lecherous words make me wetter.
More eager.
“I love when you come so hard your whole-body shakes.” He flexes his finger and my ass along with my pussy tighten. “I love when you scream my name while you do it.”
One hitch in my breath becomes two.
Three.
Four.
“Can you do that for me?” The feeling of his hot breath against my lips sends shivers down my spine. “Can you call out my name?” A tiny nip is attached to a rapacious yank forward. “Can you call me by the title that only I’m worthy of?” And another. “Can you scream it while I make you mine all over again?”
The promise of what’s to come from him effortlessly breaks whatever resolve was left in me. “Imzadi!” White-hot quivers overwhelming his dick from root to tip are swiftly followed by my head lolling backwards on an even louder screech. “Imzadi!”
“FuckBeloved,” gruffly grumbles the man winding his arms tightly around me. “Tell me I’m yours.”
“All mine,” I echo at the same time I buck forward. “All mine, J.T.”
Torrid surges meld with those fading from me to ignite a phantom orgasm that’s worthy of additional panting. Warm puffs of air are trickled along the length of my neck to the sameleisurely speed his hips are continuing to rock despite having completely emptied his load. We stay tangled together in a mess of extended limbs and uneven breaths and loose strands of hair until proof of our latest morning session slowly starts seeping onto our inner thighs.
“I should get us a towel,” J.T. sheepishly suggests.
“Or…” my face tilts back up to offer him a sweet stare, “we could just shower together again.”
“I mean I do like seeing you soaking wet…”
“And we should probably shower before meeting our vacation partners for breakfast.”
“Brunch,” corrects the male I’m carefully climbing off. “We missed breakfast by at least an hour.”
Guilty snickers flood the room prior to us slinking over to the ensuite bathroom.
“You can still get us fresh towels,” I instruct during my small trek to start the shower, “and I’ll get things steaming.”
“Things are always steamy when I’m with you,” flirts the man I honestly wouldn’t mind spending more than a week with.
Like…maybe…foreverwith?
Is that weird?
That feels weird.
Seriously, who falls for some dude they started fake dating on vacation?
Water begins cascading from the showerhead prompting me to turn back around, but unfortunately for me, upon doing so, I’m met by a look of bewilderment.
Shit.
He wasn’t supposed to find that!
