The covers are tangled in heaps with two trays of food balanced on the bed between Tobias and I.

One of the hotel’s thick, terry cloth robes is keeping me warm, but it’s untied, my breasts exposed as I sit cross-legged with it bunched over my lap while I’m nibbling on tender short ribs.

Tobias is naked, one of his legs up, the other on the bed, his package on full display, resting until needed again. He’s devouring his second gourmet burger complete with fried egg, avocado, and crispy bacon, groaning at every bite.

He locks eyes on me, mouth full as he smiles.

“You’re really enjoying that.”

After chewing enough to be able to speak coherent words, he says, “You’ve given me an appetite.”

Reaching for my ice water I mutter, “You should keep yourself in better shape.”

His eyes go wide and he throws a french fry at me. “Oh yeah? This isn’t good enough for you, babe?” Flexing his bicep he eyes me from the side, making it dance in a swift beat.

“I’ve seen better.”

He starts laughing, challenging me, “Where?!”

“Your other arm.” He cracks up and I start laughing, too.

Before taking another gargantuan bite, he motions between us. “You and me? Good stuff.”

“Give me those fries, you greedy monster.” On my reach he grabs my fingers and strokes them with his thumb as we look at each other. He releases me and, after snatching up a handful of crispy goodness, I lean back on my heels and glance down to follow his stare. One of the french fries gets raked across my nipple as I ask him, “You looking at this?”

He stops chewing and swallows hard what was left in his mouth, tossing the burger onto the tray to reach over and touch me. My crest hardens immediately under the rough pads of his fingertips as he tenderly strokes it. “She’s coming to life for me.”

I know he’s talking about my sensitive tip, but all I can think is, he could be talking about me.

Those shadowy blue eyes rise to meet mine and we stare at each other while he touches me. I feel his fingers dip under the heavy hang and trace where my breast hides part of my ribcage. My body is attuned to his touch now. Every cell wants more of what he offers.

He exhales and leans back to his side of the bed, picking up the crushed burger. “What are you ladies doing tomorrow?”

“You mean today?”

He smirks, “Yeah.”

“Emma’s never been here, and she needs a vacation, so we’ll probably go shopping or lay on the beach. Drink foofy drinks you’d laugh at. Girl stuff. Why?”

“Maybe Andy and I could join you,” he shrugs.

My heart skips and I give him a happy smile that I should probably subdue, but I just can’t. There’s no mask between us, no acting like we’re not into each other. He eyes me, and smiles at my reaction.

Licking BBQ sauce off my fingers from a fresh spare rib, I murmur, “Yeah, you should do that.”

He chuckles, “I think I should. How long you in town for?”

“We were supposed to be gone already.”

“That woulda been a fuckin’ tragedy,” he mutters before shoving five fries in his mouth, chomping while saying, “I wouldn’t have met you.”

I blink to the tray, too full to eat more. “That would have been a tragedy. You wouldn’t have won that fight.”

His eyes go wide and he starts laughing, “Cocky!” But then his eyes go distant at the memory. “It’s true.”

“A little bit.”

He grins and lifts the trays, balancing both to carry them to the dresser. “Let me show you my gratitude.”

As he walks his cock is showing new life, bouncing between tree-trunk thighs. My tummy clenches with excitement as he climbs onto the bed like a gorilla. I yelp as he swoops an arm around me and pulls me underneath him, lowering his heavy frame on top.

My legs can’t stay closed around this man.

I want to become part of him, and him of me.

When his blunt tip presses for entry I stick out my tongue to be sucked on. He latches on without hesitation and sucks while each thick inch of him is getting deeper.

My lungs expand as we start to move and he cages me, gripping my hands above my head and thrusting those writhing, narrow hips of his with such skill I can’t stand it.

Our bodies follow every instinct until we’re rolling over so that I’m on top of him, breasts bouncing until he jackknifes into a sitting position and embraces me with one arm, the other hand on the bed to give him leverage as he works those hips and fills me to the hilt with every thrust.

I whimper against him, going boneless as my pussy starts to ache, so close to cumming.

He groans this deep throaty sound in my ear.

A sound I’ve come to crave.

I turn my head to lock our mouths in a kiss.

As soon as our tongues touch the orgasm rips me apart.

He’s grunting and holding back, as he’s done every time. And as soon as he can feel mine subsiding he roars and pulls out to finish the job on his own. Like the last three times my fingers trace down his shuddering chest as he cums. He’s lying back on the bed with me bent over him, our mouths locked as he cries out.

* * *

Waking up a little while afterward, a happy smile whispers over me because Tobias’s forehead is pressed to mine, our faces resting together on one pillow.

We’re sharing breath, our mouths closed, noses quietly taking in the same oxygen. Somehow I’m still able to breathe and that’s never happened to me before.

Usually I need so much space when I’m sleeping with someone.

Instead I’m lying here and have no impulse or need to move from where I am, the rise and fall of his chest so comforting.

Our limbs are tangled, his arm resting across my side, and he’s so warm and cuddly for such a hulkish man.

After a little while, I drift off again.