A Decadent Getaway |18+| • |Erotica| • |SMUT|

Chapter - 5

I wake up to the annoying sound of my phone ringing. I groan, feeling like my body is made up of heavy rocks as I am too sore to move.

I stretch out to reach for my phone on the nightstand, when I feel a heavy arm draped across my waist. I finally reach my incessantly ringing cell phone and look at it, squinting my eyes because of the bright sun rays falling inside the room, to check the caller id. Simone calling...

I try to free myself by moving Donny's heavy arm off me but he tightens his hold on me even more. I look down at him to see him frowning. I smile at how adorable he looks. I caress his face to remove the frown.

Busy admiring the ravishing man in my bed, totally forgetting about the ringing phone in my hand, I let the second call go to voicemail as well. My phone dinges with a text message and I open it to read it.

I reached safe and sound last night. I was just too tired to reply to you ASAP. Call me when you wake up!

Sending her a quick text saying "okay", I throw my phone back onto the night stand and snuggle deeper into Donny's broad and inviting chest and fall asleep once again.

I stir awake after a while feeling something soft rubbing against my face and my jaw. Frowning, I try to swat it away, trying to hit whatever is bothering me but just hear a low chuckle before it starts again, now going down my neck.

Now awake, I realise that the soft sensation was none other than Donny's trailing lips and butterfly kisses that he continued to place on my collarbone now.

Shifting a little, I groan sleepily, "You better have a good fucking reason to wake me up from my beauty sleep..."

"Oh, I do have a good fucking reason to wake you up, babe..." Donny says and I sleepily raise an eyebrow at him, asking him what he is talking about.

"This..." He takes my hand and puts it over his boxer clad crotch, rubbing my hand over his morning wood.

I groan, "You're insatiable!"

"Only for you." He grins widely at me before pouncing on me.

After a very labouring round in bed, we both decided to get some breakfast and ordered room service.

I was feeling quite famished, considering last night and this morning's "activities". He tired me out real good.

I am busy gobbling up my food like a glutton when I look up at Donny, who's sitting across from me, a coffee table in between us. He is looking every bit like a snack bare chested in just a pair of low hanging grey sweats.

He is staring at me with a look that I cannot fathom but it makes me feel fuzzy inside...

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing. I just love when women, especially my woman, isn't starving herself and eats whatever she wants." He shrugs and goes back to eating his salad.

I sit there stunned for a moment, my ham sandwich hanging in the air. I carefully bite into it, still processing what he just said.

I know it isn't a big deal for some people but for me it is. My ex fiancé hated it when I was filling myself with food. He would usually call me out for it and I didn't like it one bit. It's my body and my mouth. I'll eat whatever the heck I want. So when he started pointing it out too much, things like that I should eat less, or I should go on a diet because I was getting fat, I hated it. And being the naive woman I was back then, too blinded by love, I started eating less and less just to become the "ideal perfect future wife". And after my miscarriage, with the depression, I ate even less, causing me to lose a significant amount of weight, to the point I became anaemic. It was not a good experience at all.