Chapter 5
Ambra woke up slowly. She could feel the heat of the sun through the windows on her face, and the sunrays were beginning to bleed through the darkness of her closed eyelids. Her heart began to race in excitement as the images from last night flooded her brain, and she became aware of the soreness and stickiness between her legs. She and Michael couldn’t keep their hands off each other the whole night. The desire between the two of them had been burning out of control. Even when they were exhausted and too tired to move from their collapsed positions on the bed, their bodies still found a way to be joined together, and they started the dance all over again. What a night it had been, and now all of it would have to end. She couldn’t go another night like this and walk away from him whole.
Her eyes popped open when she felt the pad of his fingertip trace around her burgeoning nipple. It hardened within seconds, so tight now with need for him to take it in his mouth and suckle on it, his rough tongue running over the sensitive flesh. She wanted to arch up, enticing him to pleasure her.
But she grabbed his hand instead, stopping him.
“What?” he asked huskily before his head dipped low to nibble on her exposed neck and shoulder.
She sighed, loving the little nibbles and sucking. Her legs began to shift restlessly, and with more willpower than she knew she had, she shifted away. She grabbed the blanket that had moved down to her waist while she slept—or it might have had some help, judging from the mischievous sparkle coming from the silver pair of eyes looking down at her.
Her eyes shied away because the man looked like a cool drop of water for a parched throat. His hair was mussed from last night and sleep. His eyes were still sleepy but held heat in them, his lips just as swollen as hers from all the kissing. She didn’t think it was possible to kiss someone for such long periods of time, but she found his kisses irresistible and felt bereft when his lips weren’t melded to hers. The shadow of stubble on his jaw emphasized his dark looks. She wanted to feel that stubble all over her and sucked in her breath, now trying to move away from him, using her bum and legs to begin to shift over on the bed. But then she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and before she knew it, he was on top of her, widening her legs further to make room for him. Michael was hard again. He pumped twice against her slick core and gave a low, satisfied chuckle, which she responded to by arching into him.
Her eyes narrowed and her mouth opened.
“Don’t.”
She snapped her mouth shut and arched her eyebrows.
“Don’t try and pull away from me and make excuses,” he said when she was about to start making excuses.
“It’s not excuses, Michael,” she hissed, biting her lip to stop the moan wanting to escape her. Michael was slowly rotating his hips and then thrusting forward; she could feel his head through the sheets.
“Stooop,” she stuttered out. “We need to talk.”
“Fine, talk then, but you will have to do it while I continue to do this.” He punctuated his words with action as he did the swivel motion again and moved his leg under her, drawing the blanket tighter against her wet pussy.
She could now feel the tip even more as it pressed harder against her entrance.
Ambra couldn’t help herself. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, squeezing them with each pass and arch of her body.
“Go ahead, I’m listening,” Micheal said huskily, his voice also carrying a tone of cockiness.
“Bastard. You are not playing fair, and I am being serious here.” The last word came out a little higher because when she moved her hands to his shoulders, the top part of the blanket had lowered, exposing her breasts. He was thrusting hard now, making them bounce and jiggle from side to side, his avid gaze watching them, mesmerized.
He shifted slightly, not slowing his pace, and his big hand cupped her naked breast, almost swallowed by the largeness of it.
“How could you have kept these girls from me, Ambra, hm? Especially this juicy berry, so sweet against my tongue.” He lowered his head and pulled the hard, turgid dark peak into his mouth, sucking hard, just the way she loved it. She could feel her body ready to explode.
“I know you are sore, but I want to take you again right now.”
“Michael.” She sighed and raised her hands to grip his hair, pulling his head away from her. He released her in protest with a slick pop of his mouth.
She glared into eyes—so dark now, his cheeks flushed from his arousal and need to take her.
“Alright, one last time, but after we have to talk.”
He just nodded his head as if to say, ‘Sure, whatever you say.’
This caused a quick burst of laughter to erupt from her before she moaned, because even though she had a strong grip on his hair, he still managed to get her nipple back into his mouth, his hand squeezing the plump flesh and raising it up to his lips. He suckled it in deep to the point where the nipple and some of her areola disappeared into his mouth.
His teeth and tongue raked across the nib until she was thrashing and mewling, arching hard into his cock.
“Jezus, I need you now. I can feel your wetness on my cock,” he whispered against her skin. He then moved his upper body away from her to reach the nightstand, where he had put several condoms the night before. He grabbed one and tore it open with his teeth while saying, “At this rate, we will run out before tonight. We will have to go to a drugstore soon.”
“Michael we—oh fuck.” He was inside of her before she could even get started on... Wait, what was I about to say ? Oh my God, never mind . Her brain stopped working as her toes curled. Michael was moving his hips so that his cock could hit her in the right spot. She opened her eyes to watch his face; she loved seeing his expression of concentration and satisfaction as he lost himself in the hard clasp of her pussy. She was a little surprised to also see a look of triumph on his face.
Cheeky cocksucker. With that thought, when he pulled all the way out, she made her move and used her hands and legs to flip him over and under her.
His look of surprise now had her grinning in triumph for a second, but that was all the time he would allow her to gloat until he wrestled himself back on top, this time with her front pinned to the mattress. He chortled with glee before she did a fireman’s plank lift and threw him off her and down to the floor, but he took her with him, and they ended up on the hard floor, making ‘oof’ sounds and groaning. When they both had caught their breath, the wrestling for control began again, all around the massive room. The struggle lasted until Ambra got the upper hand and had him completely pinned and unable to move. He had to tap out on the floor with the only free hand he had available.
They collapsed next to each other, laughing their asses off.
“Still undefeated,” Ambra bragged as she took extra air into her lungs. She was very sweaty and a bit out of breath.
Michael harrumphed. “I am out of practice; we haven’t wrestled like this since we were kids,” he said with a grin on his face as he moved his arm under his head to support it. He then pulled her over to his chest, pressing her cheek into his sweaty pecs.
She gave him a slap, to which he just laughed before releasing her to rest her head there willingly.
“Yeah, we had so much fun as kids together, and poor Ben didn’t have a chance when we teamed up to wrestle with him.” They both broke out in laughter at the memory, then wound down. Ambra smiled at the cherished memory and then began to panic again because everything had changed between them overnight.
“Michael, I should go before—”
She quieted when she felt him press his finger against her lip.
“Let’s worry about everything after this getaway is over. We can talk it out on the Tuesday, when you are due back and the package ends.”
“But—”
“No buts, Ambra. Can you deny that you are enjoying this and that the sex is amazing and off the charts? Let’s just have this wonderful weekend together. No bringing up the past and us being best friends; just a man and a woman enjoying each other for a little while.”
He tipped her chin up so he could read the answers in her eyes. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t want this weekend to end. But it wasn’t just the weekend. She wanted more than just that. But she nodded in agreement. She wanted every memory of this weekend to take with her when this all ended.
He bent over, his mouth capturing hers in a deep kiss before whispering against them, “Aren’t you curious what else I have in store for us?”
Heating up again, she moved her head back to see if he was serious. “What, it’s not all about sex, sex, and more sex?”
He grinned. “Yes, of course, but I need to give my pussy a break here and there.” She raised her fingers in a pinching motion, and he laughed. She loved hearing the sound. It was deep and rich and infectious.
“I have something planned for us this afternoon.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I booked us train tickets for a trip over the valleys and mountains that make up some of Switzerland. There’s also a late afternoon meal on the train, followed by a couple’s massage in the last spot we get off at.”
She squealed in excitement and attempted to get off the ground. Another of her guilty pleasures was spending time at spas. She loved to be pampered and to take care of her sore muscles, especially after a good workout.
“Where do you think you are going?” he growled as he pulled her back down towards him.
“To get dressed. It must be late morning, and I am sure we should eat and shower, and...mmhmm.” He silenced her with a deep kiss.
“Later, we’ll have plenty of time. First we need to finish something that we started earlier.” He looked down his body, and her eyes followed, taking in his defined chest, his six-pack abs, the chiseled V of his hips, and finally, his fully erect member. It looked tight and huge and in need of release.
She reached out with her hand, clasping his girth with her fingers, squeezing and pumping the stiff rod until precum began to glisten on the tip. She raised herself up higher and was going to lean down and take him into her mouth when he suddenly said, “I have another hole in mind. Get on your knees and hands; I want that juicy ass of yours this time.”
Ambra felt liquid drip out of her as she became even more turned on and moved herself into position. Instead of bracing herself on all fours, she bent her arms down until her ass was in the air and her chest was against the floor.
“Damn, woman,” he said as she heard foil ripping. Then Michael used both his hands to grip and caress her firm buttocks. She felt his breath on her and felt the kisses he rained down on her flesh, as if giving reverence to her globes, before he dipped his fingers into her wet core, stimulating her there.
“Here, put this underneath you. Don’t want to get rug burns on those pretty breasts.” She saw a flash of white and recognized one of the fluffy pillows from the bed. She did as he said.
As he plunged his finger into her, he added more of them until she felt full and wet. He then wet his fingers with his mouth and plunged one into her hole. He continued this way until he added another finger. Ambra moaned at the feeling of having both ends penetrated, her juices running down her legs.
Her first time being taken that way hadn’t been the best. It had been rushed, and her partner hadn’t taken the time to prepare her the way Michael was. But she had been okay with it. She was now very excited and needed to come.
Michael removed his fingers and braced his legs against the back of hers. She could feel his head at her rim, and he slowly entered before retreating and then pushing back in. They were both moaning.
“So damn good, sweetheart. So damn tight.”
He pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and gave her ass a hard slap that had her squirting as he entered her completely. He then added his digits again and began to work them in tandem, his cock pulling out to plunge back in as his fingers withdrew and reentered. She began to cry out from the intensity.
“This ass and this pussy; all mine to take. You feel so fucking good.” He began to increase his pace, his thrusting now sharp and fast. He was moaning and grunting low with each arch and dip of his hips and fingers. She was so wet, and just like that, she came hard, pulsing around his fingers while they kept up their rhythm.
“I promise you this will be a weekend you will never forget,” she heard him whisper darkly. She was about to stiffen when he pulled his fingers out and gave her another slap on her ass that had her groaning. Then he entered her holes again and did that over and over until she came hard again, screaming his name as he shouted with his release.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them sweating from their coupling. He rolled off her and got to his knees, giving her ass another slap and watching the globes jingle as she lay there, panting and watching him.
“Don’t just lie there; the day awaits. Come on, let’s shower and get ready,” he said. She was glad to hear that he was at least out of breath. Then she squealed as he grabbed her and carried her into the bathroom in another fireman’s hold.