Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,40
digs her nails into my thighs.
“I want you,” she whispers against my lips.
There’s nothing more that I want in this moment. She removes my hand from between her legs, and in one swift move, she has my shorts pulled down my thighs and is crawling into my lap. I grab her hips and help lower her onto my cock, and we both cry out as she slides down so goddamn slow.
“Fuck … ride me, sweetheart.”
She pushes me into the chair and grabs my shoulders for leverage. Her hips grind against mine, and from this angle, I’m so fucking deep. Misha’s eyes flutter shut, but I squeeze my fingertips hard into the back of her thighs.
“Keep them open and on me. I want to see you.”
She focuses her gaze on me, and her eyes burn with lust. Misha’s nipples are hard against the fabric of the shirt, needing attention. I undo the top two buttons and expose both her full breasts. While she grinds on my cock, I take her breast in my mouth and swirl my tongue on the hardened bud.
“Oh my … Jake … I don’t know if I can keep quiet,” she cries.
Despite her warning, I switch to her other breast and tug on her nipple with my teeth. Her head falls backward, and I wrap my arms around her torso to continue my assault. Misha’s hands fists into my hair and tugs until my mouth is free of her breast, only to replace it with her tongue. Her pace is hurried now, and I can feel her walls beginning to tighten around me. I’m not far off either, and with a few more thrusts, she’s exploding around me. Her spasms cause me to combust, and we’re both riding out the orgasmic waves together.
Misha rests her damp forehead on mine. “Is it always going to feel this good? Or is it just because this is new?”
“It’s us, Misha. No matter where we are, when we do that, it’s going to be that amazing because it’s you and me.”
“We just had sex outside, on our balcony. Someone could have heard us.” She giggles at the realization of what we just did.
“And if they did, they’re jealous. Besides, isn’t that what honeymooners do?”
“We’re definitely playing the part.” She buttons up her shirt and moves off my lap. “I’ll be right back.”
Once she’s inside, I pull my shorts over my hips and stand to stretch.
The resort is beginning to come alive with guests walking the beach, and even a few have claimed their cabanas for the day. We’re almost at the halfway point in our trip, and I’m nowhere ready to go home, to face the real world. We’ve both been so relaxed since arriving in Curaçao, especially Misha. She left the hurt and betrayal caused by Mandy back in the States, which has allowed her to relax. My concern is when we arrive home, I’ll lose this carefree Misha, and she’ll decide that this isn’t what she wants.
That I’m not what she wants.
Arms slide around my waist from behind, and I cover her hands with mine.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
“Yes, couldn’t be better.”
Her phone rings on her chair, and she groans while still wrapped around me. “It can wait.”
I pull her hands to my lips and kiss the back of each. “Answer your phone and have your coffee. I’ll go inside and check my email.”
She’s pouting when she answers the FaceTime request. “Good morning, Drew.”
Drew doesn’t respond for a long beat. “Misha? You’re awake before nine and not biting my head off? And you seem pleasant …”
Misha just smiles and then brings the coffee cup to her lips.
Realization takes over Drew’s face, and his mouth drops. “Oh my God … your cheeks are flushed, and you have just fucked hair.”
“I got out of bed not too long ago.”
“And you’re wearing his wrinkled shirt! Misha, you fucked HAF J!” Drew yells his accusations, which I’m sure can be heard by anyone in a half-mile radius.
“Shh! Calm down!” Misha laughs.
“And you’re not denying it. All right, girl, spill. I want the story, and don’t you dare skimp out on any fucking detail. Tell me all the things, you little whore.”
This is definitely a conversation not meant for my ears.
“And that’s my cue to go. I’m going to read emails and give the coffeehouse a call to check in.”
Misha nods and pulls me to her. A kiss I expected to be brief turns heated quickly, and for a moment, I forget Drew is on