When sleep finally came, it was with the surprise of Isabella curled up on my chest, legs intertwined with mine.
I try, desperately, not to recount the events from last night. Simply because my morning wood has turned painful at this point. Having all of her softness rubbing up on my hardness makes it difficult to breathe at times, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She starts to stretch, eyes closed, as she releases a sound that only sends more of my blood rushing south, and I internally curse my male biology.
When her eyes open, I can see her take in our surroundings and our current cuddling position.
For a moment, I fear that she might freak out and possibly regret the events of last night. But in true Isa fashion, she shocks the hell out of me when she reaches under her pillow and grabs a condom she’s sneakily tucked away.
“Well, good morning to you too,” I say, amused.
She kicks the blankets off our nude bodies and stares at my raging hard-on. “Looks like everybody’s awake. Good.” She quickly rolls the condom on and straddles my hips.
She must be sore. I know I wasn’t as gentle as I should have been last night. But as she starts to lower herself onto me, I allow her to make that call and take the lead. I put my hands behind my head and fully take in my view.
She hisses slightly as she fully seats herself on me but slowly starts to rock, and that look transforms into raw pleasure.
“You know, people usually say good morning and ask for a cup of coffee or something as soon as they wake up.” I try to act affronted, but my moan makes it hard for my delivery to be believable.
“Really?” she asks as she leans forward, rubbing her clit against me. “Huh, interesting. I wonder what most people do when they’ve been poked and teased with a hard cock that’s kept their pussy wet all night.” She sighs as her hips change directions and have me buried even deeper inside her.
I tried to play it cool, but that lasted about three seconds. My hands immediately reach for her heavy tits as I teasingly pinch and tug on her nipples. When her pussy tightens around my cock in reaction, I know she’s enjoying it. I lean forward, sucking one nipple into my mouth as my hand plays with the other.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she whispers.
So am I. Which means I need to get her there before I do. I keep my mouth and right hand on her breasts as my left hand lowers to meet her clit.
Within seconds, she’s coming on my cock, triggering my own orgasm at the same time.
“There, that’s better.” She smiles as she catches her breath. “Hi. Good morning. Can I get a cup of coffee now?”
We erupt in laughter as I haul us off the bed and into the bathroom for a shower.
That morning coffee is going to have to wait a bit longer.
It takes us another hour before we emerge from my bedroom.
And apparently, I’ve earned myself my very first sex ban. Minimum twelve hours, according to Isabella. And you can bet your ass I immediately set a timer to make sure I’m not one second late.
It’s Saturday morning, and I have a game tonight.
But all I can focus on is how my T-shirt fits Isabella like a dress, and it’s the most stunning she’s ever looked. Hair slightly curled, sitting in a loose bun at the top of her head, barefoot on my heated floors as she cradles her warm cup of coffee in hand.
“Why are you looking at me all funny?” She eyes me suspiciously above her mug.
I walk over, tugging her close. “You got a problem with how I look at you? Well, tough. Get used to it, because if it was hard keeping my eyes off you before, it’ll be well near impossible now.” I lean down and kiss her. Just because I want to. Just because I can.
Her smile beams up at me. “Mateo Martinez, you’re a big softie, aren’t you?”
“I’m pretty sure I proved more than enough times how hard I can be, and that landed me on a sex ban. So look what good that did me,” I mutter as I take a sip of my coffee. She swats my chest playfully as she laughs.
“So, game tonight, right?”
I nod. “Yep. You think you girls will be in the same seats as before, or do you want to head up to a suite? I can put you in one by yourselves, without the piranhas.” I waggle my eyebrows.
Her jaw drops. “Oh, so you’ve heard of them too and sent me in there to fend for myself? You know, Charlie lost pancake privileges for such a crime. I should come up with something for you.”
I kiss the scowl off her face until she’s putty in my hands.
