"Ice," she guesses correctly. "It's so cold." I pop it in my mouth and tease her clit with my tongue.
She bucks her hips, and I lap her wetness before moving up to kiss her lips, hard and long, feeling every part of her succumb to me. She deepens...
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Kyla
Ever have a dream where you're having the best time of your life? Well, for me that dream came true last night. This man. This gorgeous man gave me a night I will never forget.
The morning sun brightens the room, exposing what I'm trying to hide from. Even though I'm not supposed to, I think about my life for a moment.
I picture my house with its strong brick walls in a quaint family neighborhood. Every time the neighbors ask when Colin and I are starting our own family, the foundation cracks and erodes a little. They mean well, I'm sure, but it only points out that I'm the weak link.
I think about my daily routine, and what I'd probably be doing right now if I were home. Most likely reading on my Kindle, and deciding what to do with the rest of my Sunday afternoon.
Colin would probably be waking up just about now, tromping down the stairs, weary-eyed until he made himself a cup of black coffee.
A tear trickles down my cheek. I miss what we once had before failure bred heartache. I miss his familiarity, before we became strangers. I miss the smell of home. Everything will be so different when I return. It almost makes me want to never go back. To never face the music.
But, that's not the real world. The real world isn't this paradise. The real world is harsh.
I gently throw back the comforter, crawl out of bed, and pad my way to the bathroom.
Mason sleeps like a log, still passed out from the night before, with the sheet draped just barely over his toned ass. I'm half-tempted to crawl into bed with him, repeat last night all over again, but instead I take a shower, letting my tears mix in with the water.
When I finish, I slip on a robe and walk out of the bathroom to face a now awake Mason, in black athletic shorts and T-shirt, brewing a cup of coffee in the in-room coffee maker.
"Good morning," he says as the beans fill the room with their stout aroma.
"Hi."
"Did you want to take a walk with me along the shore?" He kisses the spot just below my ear.
It's one of those spots, you know the kind, that makes me forget about getting dressed, or long walks. I nod and 'mmm' back to him.
He steps away, returning to the coffee maker. "Want some?" he offers, holding up a white mug.
I shake my head, slipping back into my clothes from the night before. "I'm good. I figured we could find a cute little cafe for breakfast."
He smiles, and it's the type that makes me want to do very bad things with him. "Sounds good." He pours his coffee and takes a sip.
"Meet you downstairs in an hour?"
"Perfect," he answers.
After a lingering kiss goodbye, I leave him and rush to my room to get showered and dressed.
