I try to move but I can’t, a heavy arm is draped over me. Never in my life have I woken up next to someone, but after just one taste of it, I’m not sure I’m ever going to be okay with waking up alone in my own bed again.
I carefully lift his arm off me so I can manoeuvre out from under it.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Kyle groans, pulling my body back towards him. He wraps his arm even tighter around me, burying his nose in my hair, breathing me in.
“I need to get up,” I protest.
“Oh no, you don’t.” He rolls me on top of him and presses his lips to mine.
I pull away. “What are you doing? I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
He offers me a smirk. “I don’t care.” He kisses me again. He rolls us back over so he’s hovering above me, my knees either side of his hips.
I trace my fingers over his body, across his shoulders, over his wide chest, down his abdomen and around to the firm curve of his ass and back up to his face, which is prickly from a light dusting of stubble that covers his jaw, all the while, he watches me, his eyes never straying from mine.
I sigh. “I could stay like this forever.”
“That can be arranged. We could get people to bring us food...” he trails off. I let out a laugh and he joins in.
He rolls off me and out of bed, making his way to the dresser, totally unabashed by his nakedness. He pulls on a fresh pair of boxers before tugging on a pair of faded blue jeans.
“Could you hand me my, um...” I point to my panties, lying discarded on the floor next to the bed.
The corner of Kyle’s mouth curves up in a smirk. “Your... what?” He feigns ignorance. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for my answer.
“My... panties! Can you please hand me them?” Heat spreads across my cheeks.
Kyle walks towards me, bending down and picks them up off the floor by the bed. “You mean these?” A smug smile has now spread across the entirety of his face.
“Yes those!”
He brings them up to his face, balling them up in his fist, inhaling deeply. My cheeks flush red hot. How can something so embarrassing be so incredibly sexy at the same time?
My body begins to hum again.
“Why don’t you come get them?” he asks playfully as he backs away from the bed, knowing full well I’m naked, save for the thin sheet covering me, and in order to collect my underwear, I have to leave it behind.
“Kyle, come on, please.”
“Come get them,” he challenges. He leans up against the wall, by the door, waiting for me.
I pull the sheet tighter to my body and wrench it off the bed, untucking if from the mattress, wrapping it around my body and walk towards Kyle.
“Now that’s cheating,” he groans. I reach for my underwear in his hand, but he pulls it away quicker. “Lose the sheet.”
I shake my head.
He grabs my waist and pulls me to him, I can feel his arousal, hard against my belly. Heat begins to build between my legs. He kisses his way down my jaw to my neck, palming my ass through the fabric. “Lose. The. Sheet,” he orders between his kisses.
I slowly begin to release my grasp and it falls to the floor, pooling around my feet.
“Now that wasn’t so hard now was it?” He spins me around and presses me against the wall. He begins to kneel down, taking his time working his way down my body, peppering kisses on my jaw, my neck, my chest, each of my breasts, and over my belly, before he finally settles on his knees in front of me.
The familiar ache begins to build and heat pools between my legs, butterflies doing flips in my belly. His mouth inches closer and closer until he’s there, his tongue finding my clit, licking me. My fingers grip his hair firmly as he devours me. It doesn’t take long for my climax to take hold, tearing through my body just as strongly as it had done last night.
He takes each of my feet and places them through the holes of my panties, sliding them up my legs.
“Mmm,” he moans, licking his lips as he rises back up onto his feet, peering down at me. His face shifts into a mischievous grin.
“What?” I giggle.
“Yesterday morning when I was showering, I saw you watching me.”
“Oh my God.” Heat spreads across my face. I’m mortified.
He laughs. “You thought I couldn’t see you, but I could, saw your reflection in the mirror.”
“I’m so sorry.” I cover my face with my hands to hide my embarrassment.
He pulls my hands away from my face and smirks. “Don’t be, I’m glad you enjoyed the show.” His mouth comes down on mine, the kiss tender and sweet, unhurried.
I pull back just enough to rest my forehead on his, my hands clasped in his. “Kyle… I have to go back to work.”
“What?”
“I'm pushing my luck as it is, asking to have time off at such short notice, I need to work.”
“Fine.” He releases my hands and backs away sharply. And just like that, it’s as if someone’s flipped a switch in him.
“Kyle, come on.”
“Whatever,” he dismisses, pulling out a crisp white t shirt from the dresser, pulling it on.
I fold my arms over my naked chest, suddenly feeling somewhat self-conscious. “Kyle. I have a life, I can’t just put it on hold any longer.”
“Then go, I won’t stop you.”
“Why are you being like this after last night? Did it mean nothing to you?” I ask.
“Well, clearly it meant nothing to you,” he snaps. “Can’t get out of here fast enough.”
“Kyle, you know that’s not true,” I sigh.
“Then why are you so fast to leave?” His voice comes out strained, hurt.
“Because I have a job, I need to get back to it, besides, only a couple of nights
