picking up my toast and taking a bite. “After this, I will be sufficiently recharged.”
Her expression is questioning. “Are you talking about skiing again?”
I pin her with a heated gaze. “No, Pippa. As soon as I’m done eating, I’m going to drag you over to the couch and fuck you senseless. So hurry the hell up.”
Her eyes widen. She blushes furiously. “Oh!”
I notice that she doesn’t exactly protest, though. Instead she just wolfs down her breakfast, finishing it with sips of coffee.
18
Pippa
We fuck.
We nap.
Then we fuck some more.
“Like what you see, little witch?” His voice is still groggy, but oh so beautiful.
“Yes. I suppose that I shouldn’t be staring while you’re asleep though, huh?”
He reaches a hand up to my face, brushing my hair from my eyes and tucking it gently behind my ear, fixing me in place with his piercing eyes.
“It’s okay. I like you looking at me. Like seeing you looking at me more.”
“Even then, it’s rude to stare at a sleeping person.” I avert my gaze and focus on my knee instead.
“Pippa, you can stare at me all you want. As long as it’s me you’re staring at like that, I’m happy. Fucking ecstatic, actually.” He cups my chin so that our eyes meet, still not moving to hide any part of himself.
“It’s okay to be curious. Hell, I’m fucking honored to be the one who gets to indulge your curiosity.” The way he is looking at me, practically naked, eyes hooded and dark with desire, relaxed about his exposed body… it had to be the single most erotic thing I'd ever seen.
My breath hitches at his words, but I wasn't feeling shame anymore at being caught. It is amazing how comfortable he made me feel, how at home, how wanted.
He is still looking at me with desire, waiting for my reply. I have no words as I start tracing the lines of his chest, then the ones on his arm and all the way to his hand. Next, I trace the muscled lines of his stomach down to his hips. His breath hitches. His cock twitches, begging for my attentions.
I trace my fingers down his stomach and toward the elastic of his boxer briefs, it jumps again. “I’m really trying to let you do your thing here, little witch. But you’re really fucking killing me.”
I am killing him? That seemed impossible, but yet, the evidence is right in front of me. A shiver of excitement runs up my spine and I can feel dampness seeping from my slit.
“Fuck,” he breathes as I run my hands over the outline of his hard cock over his boxer briefs. “I can’t fucking wait to get inside of you.”
He flips me onto my back and presses his body to mine, kissing me deeply and tracing the neckline of my tank top as he runs his other hand up and down my thigh. I moan as he reaches the edge of my shorts and grasps at the fabric. He rolls my shorts over my ass, down my legs and then kicks them off the bed without breaking the kiss.
“Pippa,” he said softly. “Look into my eyes for a second.” I open my eyes and he drinks me in, running one hand up and down my side, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“I’m trying to go slow here, little witch. But you’re making it very, very hard for me.” He reaches for my hand, pulling it to the bulge in his boxer briefs. “See what you do to me?”
I look into his eyes and slowly nod.
He kisses my neck. “I need to hear you say it, Pippa.”
“I see,” I breathe softly. I shape his cock inside his boxer briefs and he lets out a soft moan.
“Oh, little witch. You are such trouble.” He kisses down my neck, planting soft kisses and nips between his words. “I can’t wait to taste you again.”
He looks up at me, one hand tracing my nipple through my shirt. I bite my lip, unable to form words because of the sensations he is eliciting in my body.
He is still teasing my nipples, planting soft kisses on the exposed skin on my stomach.
I barely manage a nod. My skin is on fire everywhere he touches me, aching for more. Each stroke on my nipples caused my pussy to clench and I am pretty sure that by now, my panties are drenched. I would be embarrassed, if I can bring myself to think that far, but all my thoughts are