He slapped his hand over his mouth, but I could see his shoulders shake from laughing.
“Don’t…don’t even breathe.”
He turned on his stomach, burying his face in the pillow.
“Fuck, Mike. I can see your fucking…perfect…ass. This is… You know what? I’m gonna clean myself, and you just get it up. Third round starts in two minutes.”
He raised his head, still laughing. “Si, signorina.”
Scene36
Mike
Five times.
Mike smirked as he watched the late afternoon sun cast specks on Maggie’s naked back, last night’s orgy playing on repeat in his mind. She fell asleep around seven, and he dropped right after her. Despite how exhausted he was, he kept waking up every thirty minutes or so, making sure she was still in his arms. As though if he let go of her for a second, she would disappear. After a couple of hours, he gave up on sleep.
The covers slid to beneath her waist, the curves of her hips visible. He draped his arm there, spooning her, growing harder. Every inch of him was sore, and he only slept for a couple of hours, yet his dick was alive and insatiable. Rolling his eyes, he shifted his lower body from hers so she wouldn’t wake up.
“You trying to fuck me in the ass in my sleep?” she mumbled. “If I say no awake, then it’s also a no sleeping.” She rolled to her side, her eyes closed.
He chuckled, the memory of her fist punching his stomach when he asked if she was into anal coming to his mind. “Mi dispiace. I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”
She opened her eyes lazily, taking him in. “Oh fuck.”
“Oh fuck?” That was not what he anticipated to hear from her the first time she woke up next to him. Did she regret last night? Oh fuck.
“I so hate you right now. Who looks like that when they wake up? Not me, for sure. I need a hose to even look okay, and you’re so fucking…gorgeous.”
He laughed, a wave of relief washing over him. “You don’t need…anything. And I’m sure I look hideous when I wake up, but I…uh…I’ve been up for a while.”
Her eyes narrowed, almost closing again. “Did you spend the whole day watching me sleep like the Aerosmith song?”
His finger swirled in her hair. “Not the whole day.”
“You’re a creep.” Her elbow rested on the pillow, her head supported by her hand, her breasts perking up as she made herself comfortable. He stared, taking a mental picture of this moment. This, right here, was what he wanted to wake up to for the rest of his life.
“Stop looking at me like this,” she said.
“Like what? Like you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”
“No. That’s only a part of it. You look at me like I’m the most beautiful everything in the world.”
How did she see into him this clearly? And how could she sum it all and put it in one sentence? “True. To me, you are the world.”
She blushed and chuckled. Then she glanced down, her fingers caressing the little hairs on his chest. “Speaking of the world, have you…” She nodded toward his cellphone on the nightstand.
Drawing close, he massaged her tits, his leg pushing between hers, his cock poking her. She didn’t stop him, but she didn’t move with him either.
“Evasion by sex is my technique, Mike. Just tell me.”
“You grew tired of me that fast?” he whispered on her neck as he squeezed her ass.
She sighed, her body surrendering, warming up, her palm stroking him. “I can never grow tired of you. But I wanna know.”
“Leave it to me, Carolina.” His lips caressed her throat.
She swallowed. “So it’s already started.”
