Tropesville

Chapter Eight

Syverson POV

I woke the morning of the wedding only a little hungover and tired, nothing a good breakfast, a coffee and some more making out with Mika wouldn't fix. She was still out like a light. I was still getting used to US timezones, my body waking with the dawn as it usually did.

My hand still held her gorgeous tit, I suppressed the urge to play with it. Barely. Her tits were perfect, fit nice in my hand, heavy and firm, yet still so soft. My thumb ran over her nipple and she stirred. Shit. I willed my hand still. But I couldn't will the raging boner I had to stay down. Nope, the Old Private had a mind of his own this morning. Well anytime I was with Mika he did anyway. He went hard at the smallest things she did lately, so at least this morning he had a reason to be at attention.

He had given me a lot of trouble last night too. It took me a long time to get to sleep. Obviously being so close to Mika didn't help. I could still taste her on my lips and smell her in my beard and it drove me wild. I wanted so badly to get back between her legs, to feel inside her again, to feel her, soft, warm and wet against my mouth.

Being with her last night was everything I hoped it would be, she was fun, exciting, and hot as hell. I was caught off guard this weekend but how shy she could be. She always was giggly when she was nervous, but she wasn't really shy with me when we used to hang out. To even call her shy wasn't accurate, she was eager too. That was one intoxicating combination, her coy passion aroused me to the point of near lunacy.

"Fuck," I swore. Mika moved in her sleep like she was trying to get closer to me, her body wriggled against mine, pressing her back against my chest. I closed my eyes as her ass rubbed against my underwear and the friction causing my already throbbing cock to twitch. I was going to have to do something about it and soon. I felt like I had been hard for two days straight with absolutely no relief. As soon as Mika woke up I would go and shower and take the edge off. It wouldn't be enough, nothing short of actual sex with Mika would satisfy, but it should help me get through the day a little easier.

Stirring again Mika sighed and her breathing stopped being regular. She must be awake, her muscles tightened in a stretch and I had to let her go as she rolled over and faced me. Her smile was bright and genuine, but her voice was timid and unsure as if she was worried about what I'd think of her this morning. "Hey," she said softly.

"Good morning," I said. Oh hell, I was feeling nearly as shy as she was. I'm sure what I wanted was written all over my face. I didn't want to pressure her, but my hands had a mind of their own as they followed the peaks and valleys of her back. Surprising me, Mika brought her hands up to my neck, held me still and kissed me. I closed my eyes, torn, I wanted to kiss her back, but the way I was feeling now, her kiss made me feel like I was holding onto an eel and my control was slipping through my fingers, harder and harder to grasp with each second that passed.

When she pulled away I grinned. "Well, that is a good morning I could get used to," I said. It was a lie, I don't think I would ever get used to her kiss. "You feeling alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little tired but no headache," she replied, her fingers had slid down my chest and rested between my pectorals. I wondered if she can feel how hard my heart beat.

"And what about the other thing?" Her brows pulled together and she frowned, confused. "About what we did? Together. Last night." Jesus Noah, you sound like a god damn teenager.

Mika's cheeks coloured that pretty pink hue. I didn't doubt that mine would be the same if I didn't spend so much time in the sun. Tittering nervously, she said in a low voice, "That was good."

I hummed. My hand went to Mika's leg and lifted it onto my hip. "Good," I said, running my hand along the smooth flesh of her thigh and ass. Mika was touching me too, her hand running over my chest, my shoulders and down my arm. She bit her lip as she traced my bicep and forearm, it felt good to see her do that, to know she liked how I look. It felt good to have her touch me at all. Last night when she undid my shirt and kissed me, it was one of the hottest things I had seen in my life, and it felt so good. I wondered again about how she could be so keen but also so skittish. She was bold as she had kissed me and undressed me, but then she stopped, frozen like a deer in headlights.