With a groan, I pull my pillow over my head to drown out the ringing alarm. Christian must have pressed the off button, because all of a sudden all is quiet again. I open one eye, peer from underneath my pillow and fumble around the nightstand to find my phone. Ah, there it is. I peer at the time. Eight o'clock. I sigh, lift myself up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.

'Where are you going?'

'The alarm went off'.

'Yeah, and?'

'We're leaving today, flying back home at around 4. Ring any bells?'

'Well yes, but that's not for ages yet'.

I indulge myself in a huge yawn and rub my eyes before I answer him.

'We'll have to check out this morning. Come on, I know how you get when you don't get your breakfast!'

'Didn't I mention that I managed to get us a late checkout? We have until one o' clock'.

Quickly, I turn my head and look at him. He's lying there like the cat who just ate the canary. On his back, his arms crossed to support his head.

'Then why the hell did you set the alarm for eight o' clock? We only got to bed after 4 last night!'

He chuckles and raises an eyebrow at me. I was wrong. He's looking like a cat who's about to devour a canary. And that canary just happens to be me.

'Let's just say you owe me one from last night. The way you kept pushing yourself against me on the dance floor. Not to mention the way you kept wiggling that delectable arse of yours, trying to get even more blokes to drool over you from a distance'.

'Ah yes, good times!'

I remember him dragging me home at around 4. We went straight for the shower, which is tiny, but we made do. There was mainly a lot of grabbing, touching, groping, rubbing, leading to a quick orgasm. After that, all I could do was collapse onto the bed and surrender myself to a deep sleep.

'Alright, what did you have in mind?', I enquire cautiously. You never know with him…

'How about a nice massage? For starters…'

With those words, he flips himself on his stomach and pushes the sheet away, thereby exposing his magnificent body.

I swallow. I lay the palm of my hand against his lower back and feel his warmth enter me like shockwaves. He purrs with pleasure and settles himself, ready for his massage. I see that he came prepared. The bottle of massage oil is staring at me from his nightstand.

With a sigh, I give in. How can I resist, when giving in brings me exactly where I want to be? I straddle him and let a large quantity of oil flow into my palms. After warming it up in my hands, I spread the oil lightly over his back. The sensuous scent of the oil, combined with the feel of his hard muscles, underneath his soft skin, is like an assault to my senses. I feel my heartbeat quicken, blood being pumped to my crotch. Breathing growing rapid and shallow. Slight panting noises escaping my lips.

My hands are kneading his shoulders, his back. Then I make my hands into fists and start working the tense muscles in his lower back. I punish them with my fist, then sooth them with the tips of my fingers and feather light kisses.

He is moaning underneath me, groaning when I work his muscles, squeeking when I caress his skin with my fingers and my lips. I slide my hands down his sides, loving the sensation of him shuddering beneath me. His grunts and moans have aroused me to the point of breaking. He is moving his hips irresistibly, looking for the friction he craves. I know his erection must me throbbing right now, and press mine up against his beautiful arse. He hisses his breath and pushes himself up against me.

Before I realise what is going on, he has flipped us over, effectively pinning me into the mattress with his body. He presses his lips on mine with urgency, pushing his tongue past the barrier of my lips and teeth. Welcoming him inside my mouth, I greet his tongue with mine. He claims me and I gladly let him. Satisfied moans vibrate between us.

When I fling my arms around his neck, he uses the opportunity to move one of his hands between our writhing bodies, searching for my yearning cock. Decisively he crabs hold, and starts pulling me with maddeningly urgent strokes. I have to break free from our kiss to gasp for air as he is purposively pushing me towards an epic climax. I slid my still slippery hands down his chest, to embrace his burning erection with both hands. He immediately starts bucking into them, grunting heavily. I throw my head backwards and relish the sensation of his hand, stroking me to an inch of my sanity and his hips, bucking his cock into my hands in the same maddening rhythm. I furiously bite my lower lip as I feel my climax ripping through me, dragging a strangled scream from my mouth. When he hears me come, he starts thrusting even more furiously into my hands. Mere seconds later, he explodes into his own orgasm, releasing into my hands. In a desperate attempt to feel him, possess him, be one with him, I wrap my arms and legs around his body, feeling the spasms of his climax vibrate through him.

For a few seconds, he lets his full bodyweight press down on me while he gathers his breath. Then he flips us around, gently laying me on his chest. Finding his heartbeat, I relax and let him envelop me with those magnificent arms. I cannot help but let a satisfied sigh escape my lips.

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