Fiona awoke the next morning to hearingVince’s soft snoring. It made her smile. She never would have pegged him for a snorer. It was so soft and light, a contradiction to his larger-than-life self. It was cute and adorable. A description she was sure wasn’t used to describe him often. But he was. He had held her all night without a word, allowing her time to process what happened last night.
Her stalker had taken something private and special and tried to turn it into a weapon. She couldn’t allow that. She was tired of being the scared woman always running and hiding. Fiona didn’t want to be that same woman in the Congo, clinging to someone to protect her. She wanted to protect herself and not rely on others. To take back control.
I am not a victim.
I am strong.
And she was. It wasn’tVince’s job to always protect her. She could protect herself too.Vincehad shown her a few defensive moves. No longer would she play the victim. If her stalker wanted her, he would get a hell of a fight on his hands.
Vincestirred next to her. He had been so patient with her last night. Putting all his attention into making her feel better and calming her. He deserved a reward for that. Their late-night plans had been ruined by the stalker. But not this morning. This morning was just for them.
Fiona scooted down the bed, under the covers.Vincewas gloriously naked. He had told her he hated sleeping in clothes when he was home, complaining that they were confining. He’d only been wearing them around her to be respectful. It was something she would never complain about. It made for easier access like now.
His cock lay limp on the inside of his leg. Not for long. Fiona ran her tongue over him, feeling him twitch under her touch and begin to grow. She took his member all the way into her mouth, sucking and licking him until he grew hard and long.Vince’s legs moved restlessly, a hand found the back of her head as she bobbed up and down, loving the feel of him under her tongue. The soft velvety feel over hard steel. The smell of his citrusy soap. The salty taste of pre-cum.
Fiona was starting to get into a rhythm she knewVincewas liking by the sounds of his moans, when she was suddenly lifted up under her arms and pulled out from under the sheets. Fiona braced her hands on his chest and spread her legs to straddleVince’s waist. His hard cock rested against her pussy lips, reminding her she had gone to bed without underwear. Both sleeping in the nude.Vincestared up at her with sleepy eyes.
“Good morning,” he husked.
“Morning.” Fiona rubbed herself over him, coating her sex with his juices.
“Hmmm, I could get used to waking up like this every morning.”
So could she.
Vince’s hand roamed over her exposed breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples.
“Thank you for last night.”
“I didn’t do anything but hold you.”
“That’s all I needed. You were right to tell me I can’t keep running away. I’m glad you realized that. And for that you get a reward.”
His eyes lit up with interest. “What kind of reward?” His hands slid down her to her hips.
“Well I was trying to give you a blow job, but you stopped me.”
“As sexy as it is to have your hot little mouth on my cock, I love the feel of your pussy coming around it better.”
Fiona blushed but didn’t hide from him. His words warmed her heart. “Like this?” she asked, arching her hips so the head of his cock rested against her entrance.
“Fi,”Vincegroaned, his fingers digging into her hips as his eyes closed. “I don’t have a condom on. We have to stop.”
He was right, but the feel of him against her entrance was just too enticing. “Just the tip.” Fiona slowly lowered herself over him, so he was barely in her, before rising.
“This is a bad idea,”Vincesaid, though he didn’t make any move to stop her.
Fiona closed her eyes, rocking herself over him, loving the feel of him sliding inside of her bare. The feeling was so much more intense. She could feel every pulse and jerk of his cock as it inched inside of her.
Her thighs burned from suspending herself. She dropped all the way and groaned, feeling him all the way inside of her. She bounced, easing over him,Vince’s hands guiding her movements, clutching her hips.
She was getting close. That now familiar burn in her belly was spreading. “Touch me,” she beggedVince. She liked him playing with her clit.
“With pleasure.”Vince’s thumb worked her clit as she rode him. Her thighs tightened and strained as she felt her body splinter into a million pieces. She screamed his name as she came. Fiona looked down atVince, grinning ear to ear.
“What the ever-living fuck is going on here,” a deep voice boomed, shattering the moment.
Vincenot so gently threw Fiona to the side as he used his body to shield her from the newcomer. Fiona peeked aroundVince’s shoulder because she recognized that voice. “Joaquín,” she gasped in horror. Her brother just walked in on her having sex with his best friend.
