Losing It - Sex Stories

Losing It

... his arms and spoons behind me. He nuzzles my neck while I quickly drift in a sea of sex and candlelight. The next morning, I am woken up by the morning sun seeping through the muslin. It looks like a beautiful day and the seagulls are cawing audibly. I stretch slightly and turn to see Mark sound asleep, his arm draped over my side. Turning myself around, I lie on my front and vaguely admire his face. His hair is messy after my hands ran through it, his lips swollen, his athletic body and his honey-brown skin...seeing him still here makes me smile. I reach out to run my fingers over his cheek, but at the same moment, he stirs. Pulling my arm back, I quickly tuck it under the side of my body and close my eyes so it looks like I’m asleep. Breathing quietly, I lay waiting to see what happens. I wonder if he leaves me without a word or wakes me up. The tension is killing me but I manage to remain quiet and still. I mentally prepare myself and try to quieten my trembling breath, but I soon feel his lips press against my shoulder and a hand run slowly down my back, causing me to exhale loudly. “I know you’re not asleep, beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. Opening one eye, I see him smiling down on me. He lightly brushes the hair from my face before moving to dot kisses on my back. Purring, I turn in his arms to face him and he moves so he is on top ...

... of me, resting on his elbows. “Morning Beth,” he murmurs. “Good morning. How did you sleep?” I ask, running my hands up his back. “Really well. You okay?” he murmurs. “A little tender, but okay. Thank you,” I breathe, kissing him on his lips. “No, thank you ,” he purrs, responding immediately to my kiss, so our heads sink into the deep pillows as he sucks my bottom lip. Groaning, he lowers himself down until he is pressing me into the bed. “I am crazy about you,” he whispers next to my lips. “Me too,” I murmur, looping my arms around him. His lips move to my throat, my voice quivers at his touch. The feeling of him nestling in between my legs and his warm, smooth skin next to mine begins to stir me. “When do we have to check-out?” I breathe. “Midday. What time is it now?” he murmurs, his tongue tickling the dip in my collarbone. Trying to keep a hold of my brain cells, I peer at the bedside clock. “It’s 9am,” I say with a smile. He raises his head, moving until he is face-to-face with me, with a huge smile. “Would you like to call room service? We can have breakfast in bed, I haven’t done that before either,” he asks, raising an eyebrow while stroking his nose with mine. “I was actually wondering if we could use another one of those condoms you brought,” I purr, gently biting his lower lip. “Hmm, you read my mind,” he whispers with a smile.