It's like a never-ending consumption of electrifying ecstasy being absorbed into my every pore as Pierre wakes me up with sweet caresses. My eyes that are sensitive to the sharp morning light flutter open cautiously to view my surroundings. I'm wearing my undergarments and a t-shirt of his that has risen all the way up to my bosom leaving the rest of me exposed for him to touch just as he pleases.
Our legs are intertwined within each other, and my back is flush against his chest as I feel the heat of his skin radiate onto my own. For most of the time our breathing is synchronized right until he trails his fingers dangerously close to my center to ensure that I have awakened. I let out a needy whine.
''Good morning, Sunshine.''
Sunshine.
His voice is deep and raspy causing arousal to sprout between my legs. I bite my lip trying to hide my smile.
''Morning.''
His hand squeezes my mid-section.
''Would you like some tea?"
''Hmm yes, that sounds delightful.''
He kisses my neck and mischievously slaps my backside and exists the room. I sit up straight and try to make myself look semi-decent and approachable. Unlocking my phone, I quickly send Mila a message.
I'm still alive.
Then I place it back on his bedside table. I look around. Our clothing decorate his bedroom floor and I can't help but to smile at last night's events.
Boy, I bet Mila's dying to know all the dirty details.
Pierre returns with a pastel blue cup filled with warm tea. I take it from him in gratitude. He then leisurely lies down next to me, placing his head on my lap. I caress his head as I sip on my tea.
''So, I was thinking, we need to go to Century City today, I need to sort out my phone and then we'll see what we can do after that.''
''Sounds good.''
He kisses my thigh.
''But first, lie down on your stomach.''
I furrow my bows.
He wants to go at it, again?
He smiles as I obey, gently placing my cup on his bedside table. His hands grab onto the hem of his shirt that I'm wearing and removes and tosses it onto the ground. I let out a laugh while I motion myself to lie on my belly. He briefly disappears into his bathroom but quickly returns with something in his hands. I silently question whether I should trust him or not. Quickly deciding that I do, I lightly lay my head onto a pillow with my hands on either side of my head. He climbs on top of me each leg of his straddling just below my backside. He then flawlessly unlatches my bra and removes the straps off of my shoulders.
Well, that was too quick.
I feel a cold substance squirt on my back and instantly shiver at the contact. I abruptly turn my head at him to investigate.
''Just relax.''
He smirks at my shocked facial expression, but eases into concentration as he starts to rub in the cold lotion. I feel all the tension that I didn't even know I had escape from my body. His touch is firm but not harmful, it feels good the way he puts pressure all along my spine, from my neck and shoulders right down to my lower back.
Squeezing. Pressing. Touching. Caressing.
He has me in a liquefied trance as he repeats the cycle. When he gives my bum a firm squeeze, I know he's done with his precisely concentrated assignment. I turn around to look at him with a smile.
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The Crowded Room
ChickLit"So many rings." His hand feels rough against my delicate one. He traces the outlines of my fingers, gently guiding them around the silver metal bands that surround them. His thumb lingers on my unoccupied ring finger. "And this?" His emerald eyes...
