Rebellion feels impossibly good, especially with an audience.
Marco stands in the doorway, lips parting slightly as he watches me play.
“If you keep doing that, the neighbours aren’t getting any sleep tonight. You're already making me hard again.”
“Tell me to stop, then,” I dare. “Bet you won't.”
And for a while, he doesn’t.
He simply takes it in.
When he lays next to me, I can hear his breath deepen.
The anticipation of pleasure holds us both in a trance.
“Get on your stomach.”
His voice is barely a whisper.
But it still carries an air of authority that makes me simper.
“Bring your hips right over the side.”
I shift back until I feel a steady palm beneath my scrotum.
“That's it. Keep touching yourself while I have my way with you.”
Arms braced on the mattress, he eyes the claw marks he made in the shower.
“Looks like we got a little heated in there.”
He plants a soothing kiss to ease the sting.
“That was just a warm up,” I smile. “Now fuck me good.”
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Dawn crests from the other side of the river, a gentle veil of gold draping over the city.
I wake to an unfamiliar ceiling.
Someone else's pillow.
Luxury cotton sheets.
The man I’m undeniably smitten with lays nestled in my arms.
Our naked bodies are a reminder of all that has unfolded.
I close my eyes again, joy untamed.
I’ve never been more grateful that Monday's tattoo clients won’t start arriving until two this afternoon. I
t’s an unspoken thing between me and Vonnie.
Mondays are better when halved.
No morning madness.
