Impressing the Clients

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Paula's POV

"Love," Mason whispered close to my ear as he woke me up gently. He and Marco had their big arms around me all night, maintaining the perfect body heat I wanted.

"Hm?" I groaned as I felt he brushed the hair on my face away.

And before I can even open my eyes, I felt his lips against mine. At first, it was a soft, wet kiss. Oh, how I love mornings like this.

"I love you," he mumbled as he shifted himself slightly on top of me.

It's been two weeks and I can say they were recovering well. They were allowed to walk around the vineyard and were given a strict diet, but weren't allowed any shop talk to avoid any stress. They were both doing so well, just extra careful not to strain the muscles of their injuries.

He growled lowly as he deepened our kiss.

"Hey, careful with your eye," I reminded him in between our kisses.

He just smirked at me. "Strip."

"Mason, the doctor said,—" I tried to reason with him that though their recovery was going good, the doctor advised against having sexual intercourse yet.

"It's been a month, Paula," he gritted as he gripped my pussy against my underwear, "strip."

"But the doctor,—"

"I am commanding you to get up & strip." He was clearly pissed off that I was not doing what was commanded of me. "Don't make me tell you again."

He laid back to his side of the bed, making a way for me to remove my underwear.

I hesitantly got up from the foot of the bed and stripped myself from my lace underwear. I bit my lip as I gazed back at Mason who has his full attention on me. I admit I miss them badly. I need them so fucking much but I got to avoid all the dirty thoughts in my mind. We have to wait until they were both fully recovered.

Marco just stirred himself onto his other side. Still in deep sleep.

"Now come to the bed, sit there by the other end and masturbate. I want to watch you fuck yourself." He demanded as he lightly stroked himself against his boxers.

The doctor said nothing about masturbation, so I guess this will have to do for now.

I sat by the foot of the bed and spread my legs open.

"Like this, daddy?" I asked as I slowly reached for my clit. I intentionally put my foot against his boxers, hungry and aching for the friction.

"Fuck, you look so damn perfect, love," he groaned as he grabbed my foot by his hand and his boxers down by his other hand. He rubbed my foot against his hard cock.

"Daddy, I miss you down here," I whimpered as I spit onto my hand, let my saliva drip from my finger down to my clit and rubbed myself.

He bit his lip as he followed every movement I made with my fingers.

"I don't want my fingers down here, I want that down here," I curled my toes around his cock and let his hand guide my foot.

"Paula," he only managed to respond as he breathed raspy.

I decided to surprise and tease him a little more.

I retrieved my foot from his cock, held my foot as close to my face as possible, and licked and spit on my foot.

He was stunned as I made sure my foot was wet just enough. And finally brought it back to his cock but before I can reach his cock, he gripped my foot tight to stop me.