The next morning I wake…alone

The sun is streaming through the window. What surprises me the most is I usually wake an hour after sex, and I always have an overwhelming desire to flee. I need my morning alone to regroup. Not this morning. This time, I slept through the night and Conner is gone.

I close my eyes and play last night’s mind-numbing sex in my mind. It takes me a few minutes before I can muster the energy to get up. When I catch my image in the bathroom mirror I gasp. My hair looks like a complete rat’s nest, while my lips are still swollen from Conner’s kisses.

The warm water from the shower running over my still sensitive skin, feels relaxing. I luxuriate in it as I wash and condition my hair.

“Conner?” I call out to a sound.

A hand moves the shower curtain and a glorious naked Conner joins me. I wrap my arms around his neck and our mouths collide, our tongues wrap themselves around each other, as we get real close. I feel the friction of his skin against mine. My muscle memory has no problem remembering last night, as my whole system wakes up, and starts to hum in anticipation. His dick pokes me in the stomach as I release the kiss and run my tongue along the swells of his chest. Then I move down lower, licking his belly button as my fingers drag along the ridges of his abs. As I kneel, I look up and catch him looking down.

He places a hand on my head, braiding his fingers through my hair. I take his dick in my hand and plant my mouth over the tip. The smooth round top feels silky against my tongue. I grab the base of his dick with one hand and his balls with the other. Lightly I suck the entire tip into my mouth as I run my hand up and down the shaft. Conner moans, as his hips and my hand find a rhythm.

“Liv, enough,” he groans out. “I’m going to blow.”

I look up, with his dick still in my mouth I nod. Then I suck it a little harder and a little deeper into my mouth. As I feel his balls contract, I open my throat so that his cum runs right down, leaving a salty dull taste in my mouth. His dick shakes and twitches a few times before it starts to deflate. Conner grabs me by the armpits as he pulls me up. I run my tongue along his body, lapping up the water that runs over his skin. When we’re finally face to face, I give him a bawdy smile

“That was good.”

 “Yeah, for me too.”

We kiss hard and deep as his arms come around me and he holds me tight to his chest.

***

“The hosts have a packet that provides their recommendations of what we can do.” Connor comments as I get ready.

I peer out of the bathroom and find him sitting on the side of the bed.

“The first recommendation is to take the bikes provided and ride to Healdsburg for coffee and sticky buns at the Downtown Bakery.”

“Coffee and sticky buns sound perfect.”

He frowns as he looks at my outfit from last night, now slung over a chair -- high heel boots, designer jeans, and a dressy top.

“That’s why I packed so much. I figured I’d need something different to wear if we go sporty.”

After finishing my hair and makeup, I pull on yoga pants and a long sleeve yoga top along with my sneakers. Since I’ve never been a fast changer, it takes a while before I head into the living room where I find Conner watching ESPN. He checks me out, smiles approvingly.

“Now I’m really hungry,” he declares.

“I already got a shot of protein today,” I reply back.

We head outside to find a couple of street bikes leaning against the side of the cottage. I’m glad it’s not that far to town and the way is flat. I’m big into yoga, but I leave the running and other more aerobic activities to my friends, Kelly, Juliette, and Isabelle.

The two of us peddle down the long driveway.

“Do you know how to get there?” I ask when we reach the street.

“We came through town on our way here last night.”

“Does that mean you know where we’re going?”

 “Yeah.”

“Good. I have no sense of direction. It’s a good thing I grew up in New York City; since Manhattan’s in a grid and all the streets are consecutively numbered. It’s the perfect place for the directionally challenged.”

He points to the left. I figure I won’t get lost if I don’t lose him. We ride through the rolling hills of grape vines and groves of tall trees. It takes less than forty minutes to get to town.

“It’s amazing how much farther a place feels when you’re riding a bike as opposed to driving,” I comment.

We walk our bikes around the square as we search for the bakery. The good yeasty smell of fresh baked goods assails my nose when Conner opens the door.

 “I’ll take a sticky bun, and a tall Latte, but we can share,” I tell him as we wait in line.

 “I’m having the Egg’s and Polenta and the pancakes.”

“Two breakfasts, just for you?”

“Hey, I was active this morning?”

“Really? I think I did most of the work.”

He moves behind me and places his hands on my hips. “I ran ten miles before you were even up,” he speaks into my ear.

“That’s where you were?”

“Yeah, I ran down here and back, it was nice, no cars out yet, not many people up either.”

“Okay, you can have two breakfasts, as long as I get a taste. Everything looks really good.”

We order, grab our food, and head into the square. We get a bird's eye view of the town, as we stake out a park bench located under a big tree, near the water fountain.

“The owner was right. My sticky bun is buttery with plenty of cinnamon,” I moan out in pleasure.

When we finish we walk around the square looking at the menus of all the restaurants. Conner whistles when he sees the prices. I nudge him gently in the ribs.

“GI Joe, you’ve taken care of everything so far. Let me get dinner.”

“Hey, I get paid, I have a job. You’re only a college student.”

“Yeah, but I have a credit card and very generous parents. It will be fun to go out some place special. I promise, I won’t get into trouble for dropping some on dinner.”

Then again, I might not get in trouble for spending money. But once my parents see I’m in Healdsburg they’ll have a shit, since I’m supposed to be at school. I should have planned this better. I should have taken out a couple hundred dollars from the school ATM. I’m already in deep for not sharing with Meredith that I’m with her brother. Hell, I might as well get in deep with my parents. Then I get an idea. I’ll tell my mom there was a wine tasting outing from school. My stomach twists; this is more than a little white lie. I’ve turned into a full blown liar. Will my soul survive a relationship with Conner?

“Let’s buy some fixings for a picnic lunch, we can talk about dinner later,” Conner suggests.

After shopping, Conner straps our purchases of cheese, fruit, cold cuts and bread to the carrier on the back of his bike.

“When we rode to town I didn’t realize that town’s in a valley and we’re staying up in the foothills,” I huff out as I work real hard to keep up with Conner. He grabs the back of my seat and pushes my bike as he peddles.

“You’re not even breathing hard.”

“I’m in the army, I run up hills in over hundred degrees weather, with an eighty-pound pack on my back. Did you think a five-mile bike ride would do me in?”

“You’re not at all wimpy like me.”

“You have other redeeming qualities.”

“I’d sure like to show you some more of those redeeming qualities before lunch.”

“I think that could be arranged.”

Our bikes wobble, I scream. Conner quickly gets us back under control. His look turns determined as he picks up the pace.

I feel the sense of excitement and a thrill grow as the cottage comes into view. We ride to the side of the building and place the bikes against it. Conner unhooks the bag of food from the back of his bike. As I start walking to the door, he catches me by the waist and hoists me over his shoulder, then jogs the two of us up the stairs. He opens the door, throws the bag of food onto the couch and continues jogging into the bedroom, finally dropping me on the bed. He then jumps on top of me, his hands and knees on either side of my body. I squeal in excitement and fear. It’s truly scary to watch a two hundred pound man fly through the air and land over me. He leans down and kisses me, first tentatively, then with determination. I wrap myself around him.

“We have way too many clothes on,” I exclaim.

He jumps off the bed, grabs his T-shirt from behind his head, and in one quick move rolls it over his head, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as he quickly kicks off his shoes.

“Wow, that was a record transition,” I exclaim.

“You’re not joining me?”

“Oh me? I was enjoying the show.”

He jumps back on the bed. I roll on top of him, kissing him with everything I’ve got as his hands knead my butt and roll up my back. Straddling his hips I can feel his excitement grow. I strip my yoga top off, reach in back and unclasp my sports bra, rolling it off my arms and throwing it onto the floor. His hands immediately grasp my breasts. He sits up, stuffing one of my nipples into his mouth. An amazing sensation of prickles wraps itself around my chest.

 “Damn Liv, you have great tits,” he growls.

I laugh and wiggle my butt as an answer. He flips me over onto my back.

I squeal.

He yanks my yoga pants down my hips and legs. I kick off my sneakers. He stops, gets a wicked smile on his face then heads to his backpack and fishes around. Instead of pulling out more condoms, he pulls out some mints. I’m a little confused, it’s not like I was complaining about his breath. I watch him pop a couple in his mouth. He gives me good eye contact as he chews on them real hard. Then gets down on his knees on the floor, pulls my legs over his shoulders. His hands are on my thighs and his mouth instantly finds my clit.

I gasp, really, really loudly.

The mints in his mouth work to heighten the effect. My entire pelvis erupts, giving a new meaning to instant orgasm.

“Oh, Shit,” I exclaim, as my legs have a life of their own while I uncontrollably flail from the tremors that rock my body. “Conner,” I wail.

My brain can’t process enough to even say anything more as the orgasm races up my torso and swirls around my brain. He stalks up my body landing by my face, where he kisses me firmly. His mouth tastes minty.

He leans to one side as he rips the condom packaging with his teeth, and rolls it on.

“This time I’m riding along with you,” he informs me as he plunges inside of me.

As his pace picks up, he grabs my legs by the back of my knees, folding me until they touch my shoulders. His feet are on the floor while my butt’s hanging almost off the bed, giving him the leverage to ram into me hard. His rhythm is strong and fierce as I gasp and scream with each thrust. I’m glad we are in the middle of a vineyard, with no workers around, and no houses close by. I’m making such a racket I’m sure someone would call the police. At some point I hear him grunt a few times, then still. My hands have worked through his hair and I think I might have even left scratch marks on his back. I lean back on the bed, my arms spread eagle as I try to get some kind of rhythm back to my breathing.

“Man, that was one fine fuck,” Conner comments.

I bark out a laugh. I have nothing to add, he’s right, that was, one fine fuck.

“I can’t move,” I moan out. “I think you fucked all of my energy out of me.”

With a satisfied look, he takes me in, as I lay paralyzed, sprawled naked across the bed.