A heavy arm is laying over me and a large palm is cupping my breast in a familiar way. It takes me a couple of moments to remember where I am and who I am with. I have no idea what time it is because it’s dark, which is most of the time here in winter, it could be 1am, could be 3pm, who knows. What I do know is, Luke is sleeping soundly against me, with an enormous hard on, which is pressed into my back. That can’t be comfortable. Memories of what happened last night return in all their technicolor and I remember falling asleep after one too many orgasms. No wonder men fall asleep so quickly, one orgasm must feel like multiple for women, because I just curled up into a ball and was out. I’m going to blame the jet lag, but the multiple orgasms were pretty good as well.

Man, Luke is a dirty talker. I don’t think anyone has ever dirty talked me, or if they have, it was probably cringe worthy and I made them stop. But, Luke, wow, maybe it’s the accent or maybe Italian men know how to sex a lady properly. The way he teased my body was indescribable, no one has ever spent that amount of time on foreplay before. Usually, it’s just a couple of licks or some fingers dipped inside of you, hoping you hurry up and get wet so they can get their rocks off. But, Luke, he just …shivers break out over my body remembering the way he lavished me. And what a gentleman, as well, falling asleep right with me, even though he was probably beyond turned on and maybe a little miffed. Some guys would have woken me up and demand that I finish them, I know Rob would have. My stomach turns just thinking about my ex. I know now that what I had with Rob wasn’t love, it wasn’t even lust. And to think I was going to marry that man and put up with a nonexistent sex life. He wouldn’t have a nonexistent one; he’d probably be out shagging every single person he could. Totally dodged a bullet there, even though I’m not looking forward to the conversation with my parents about why Rob and I are no longer together. I’m sure it will be all my fault and I will have brought shame across the family, and how will they be able to socialize with his parents now that we are not together.

No. Don’t let them ruin your post orgasm glow.

I turn and look at the stranger in my bed. This is so unlike me to have a one-night stand or whatever this is, a hook up. I used to be a relationship kind of girl, four dates or more before you get sex. Now, this is the second one I’ve had. I follow the rules. But look where that got me, a cheating fiancé and nothing but heart break and trust issues. Maybe I should throw the rules out this time. Well, jumping on a plane and high tailing it out of Africa was totally breaking the rules, crashing a stranger’s holiday is another rule broken, as well as sleeping with him. And what has happened? Nothing. Nothing has happened to me for not adhering to the rules. Turning myself over in Luke’s arms, I stare at him. Probably totally creepy but it’s the only chance I can get. His black hair floppily hangs over his face, the start of stubble on his five o’clock shadow can be seen.

Who is this man? Why is he in the middle of the Scottish Highlands during the holidays and why is he not with his family? Does it really matter, Lilly? I mull this last question over, do I have a right to ask more about him? I’m the one crashing his holiday, not the other way around.

“Are you watching me sleep?” Luke’s voice makes me jump.

“No,” I say quickly. His eyes are still closed.

“Feels like you are.” He smirks.

“Actually, I was just debating if I should wake you up or not to give you a blow job.” Luke’s eyes open at that remark. Throw those rules out, Lilly.

“Never debate a blow job, any way is good.” I move across him.

“Is that so. Good to know,” I answer, rubbing myself against him. I’ve noticed he has taken off his jeans and left his boxer briefs on, and somehow was able to put my knickers back on. Thick fingers dig into my ass as I move against his hardened cock.

“You don’t have to do this.” Luke looks at me, letting me know that he doesn’t need the reciprocation from earlier.

“I want to.” Pushing myself against him, I add, “I…I might suck at it, though.” Luke stills, his face is serious.

“As long as you’re sucking, then it’s good.” My body relaxes a little at his joke.

“Well, then…” I move down his body, my lips kissing his golden skin, making my way down to the sweet spot. His cock is already standing to attention and I know from last night it is pretty impressive. My fingers tug on the hem of his boxer briefs and they slide down. His cock springs to attention, nearly taking my eye out. Be serious, Lilly. This is a serious matter. You are trying to be sexy. Sexy for the Italian Stallion. I internally groan using my sister’s pet name for him. I look back up to Luke and he’s now resting on his elbows, watching me. How many girls have been in this same position? Hundreds, probably, look at him. They are probably all porn star worthy at giving head, as well.

“Get out of that head of yours.” Luke grins at me. “I can hear the wheels turning all the way up here.” I close my eyes and die of embarrassment, this is not sexy at all. Suck it up, Lilly. Ha, ha, you said suck it up when you really are about to suck it up. “Is my dick amusing to you?” Luke raises a brow at me, oh bugger, I was grinning at the stupid joke inside my head and he thinks I’m making fun of his dick.

“No, your dick is perfection.” This makes him grin.

“Perfection, huh?” I can see his ego inflating now. Good one, Lil, tell him more. “That’s what I thought last night when I saw you for the first time; you had one good-looking dick.” Luke bursts out laughing. This was not how I saw my blow job going.

“You have interesting dirty talk, Lilly. Especially when my dick is out.” I look down at said object, which is staring right back at me.

“When I’m nervous, I get the giggles and think crazy things in my head.” I’m babbling. This isn’t good. Luke sits up now and stares at me.

“Lilly, you don’t have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. What we did earlier, was enough.” Ugh, why is he being so sweet, and what we did earlier was enough for me but not for him. Pull up those granny panties and take one for womankind, and suck that dick like you’re some kind of porn star. I’m trying to recall past PornHub videos I watched on blow jobs, when I was trying to impress Rob. Maybe I shouldn’t, they didn’t seem to do the trick. My head moves and before Luke can say anything else nice to me, I have his dick firmly in my mouth. “Oh, my God.” Luke falls back against the bed, and the groan that falls from his mouth is hot, like he kind of likes it. I move my mouth up and down his shaft. “Bellissimo.” That means beautiful, so I must be doing okay. Now I turn the suction on in my mouth. “Fanculo.” Swear words, that must mean he likes it, so I continue sucking him in, further and further down my throat, holy cow, who knew I could deep throat. Hell yeah, I am totally taking him all the way back in my throat. This is awesome, I feel powerful, I feel alive, I feel like a woman. Great, now I have that Shania Twain song stuck in my head. Oh, Oh, Oh. Man, I feel like a woman. I’m so lost in karaoke land, that I’ve totally forgotten what the hell I’m doing, but the slew of Italian curse words coming from Luke’s mouth, the way his eyes are closed, his back is arched, his fingers are digging into the sheet? I’m a mother fucking porn star. “Oh, mio dio.” Luke groans, and I’m so lost in being a porn star that I miss him tapping me on the arm. My hands cup his balls, which makes his toes curl, and he releases the deepest, wildest sound from him just as a surprise hits the back of my throat. Oh, my God, he just came in my mouth. I have never swallowed before. I can’t swallow this, it tastes gross, oh, my God, I think I am going to throw up, it’s warm. Ewwwww. Everything happens in slow motion and I spit spunk out all over him. Luke has just had the best blow of his life. I’m totally calling it for him. And I go and ruin it by spraying him with his own love juices. Luke’s chocolate eyes widen as he looks down at himself, then up at me, as I’m wiping my mouth, some of it drips down my chin. Ewwww.

“Lilly, that was the biggest load I have ever blown.” He looks at me in shock, then we both burst out laughing, because sex doesn’t always have to be serious and sometimes it’s messy, and awkward and funny.