Bradley awoke wrapped comfortably in the pristine white sheets of the master bed—the same bed they’d collapsed into every evening since that first night. The last few weeks had been a private paradise for the two of them; when Bradley wasn’t rigorously training, he was with Heidi, constantly discovering new ways to make love. They ate chocolates, improvised sex toys (his ties came in handy), and generally had their way with one another.

He opened his eyes slowly and saw the light filtering through gauzy curtains. Semi-conscious, he reflected that it was far better to be awoken by the sun coming into your private island retreat, rather than the bright lights of a jail cell.

He rolled over and looked at Heidi’s sleeping form. How, he thought with disbelief, did I get this lucky?

Quietly, so as not to wake her, he took in every twist and turn of her body, all of its pinks and tans, the arch of her foot and the curve of her ass.

Still asleep, she wriggled deeper into the blankets. He loved the way her eyelashes fluttered, as if in the middle of an exquisite dream. He didn’t want to wake her up, but he knew she’d be mad if she slept the day away; as he’d discovered early on, Heidi hated wasted time.

He stretched to the side of the bed, took his phone off the charger, and texted breakfast instructions to Johnny. As had become their norm, Bradley ordered a smattering of items, anything that looked good. He liked to see her simple glee when she woke up to a table of the freshest, most delectable food money could buy. He set his phone back down and inched towards where Heidi lay, somewhere between sleeping and waking.

Slowly, he began to touch her, not intrusively, but with the restraint of a patron admiring a work of art. First, he slid his hands over her arms, then to around her wrists, then up to her neck and those lips, down again to her clavicle, circling at her large breasts, tracing a trail down her stomach, until at last he reached her pussy, around which he gently cupped a hand.

She showed signs of waking up, and he went to pull his hand back, but even in her doze, Heidi laid her palm on top of his own, urging him to stay where he was. Bradley smiled, and gripped her harder. She began to rub herself against him.

“Well,” she said, turning over to look him full in the face, “I’m awake now.”

She gazed deep in his eyes, and without saying a word, pressed his hand more firmly against her. He felt the wetness between her legs; she’d just emerged from sleep, but was already drenched.

Still shaking the sleep off, she raised a hand to her eyes and rubbed at the corners. Without warning, she climbed slowly, carefully, on top of Bradley, lying her naked body flat on his own. She rested her chin on his chest, then shifted down to kiss the light, curly hair around his pecs.

With one finger, he moved the hair back from her face.

“I want to see you,” he said quietly.

She obliged, rocking her body forward until their faces hung inches apart. He touched her cheek and ran a thumb over her lips.

“You’re perfect. You know that?”

She smiled. “I like you, too.”

And with that, she leaned in and took his lips between hers, pulling him deeper into a sensuous kiss. Her teeth grazed at his lower lip, and her tongue made slow, aching circles around his.

“Breakfast can wait,” she murmured, and reached down to take hold of his dick.

He watched as she rose up from his chest, her nipples fully erect, and inched backwards until she hovered over his cock. His mouth fell open, and his eyes closed in anticipation.

Taking all the time in the world, Heidi lowered herself, until his tip could feel how wet she was.

Bradley’s breath caught in his throat.

“Please,” he said simply, begging her to fully take him.

Slowly, she slid herself, centimeter by centimeter, down the length of his manhood, until Bradley was gasping.

“Oh my God,” he muttered lowly. It wasn’t just the physical attraction—that much was clear. No, it was something more, something about Heidi that stirred the very depths of his soul, that called to him.

She began to rock back and forth, her hips guiding him further inside. From atop her perch, she bent low over him, kissing him while continuing to grind. The only audible sound was their breathing: low, sharp intakes that came in unison with every further thrust that Heidi orchestrated.

Just as Bradley began to think that he wouldn’t be able to take much more, Heidi paused. Bradley’s breath caught in his throat, his cock pulsing with anticipation.

“What do you want?” he murmured, though he already had a good idea; the last few weeks had been an intensive introduction to her lovemaking style.

Heidi didn’t answer, only kissed him sensuously as she rolled her hips back, away from him.

Carefully removing him from inside of her, she slowly crawled up Bradley’s body, kissing him lightly, teasingly, until she was positioned over his face. She didn’t need to explain what she wanted.

Bradley hooked his hands and forearms around her ass, and steadily brought her pussy to meet his lips. He teased her with his tongue for only a moment before diving in, eating her with a hunger that could only be satiated by her particular taste.

What they were doing was so much more intense than anything he’d experienced before. It was slow, and purposeful, and it filled him emotionally as well as physically. As Heidi cried out, her inner walls pulsing with an intense, rippling orgasm, Bradley thought that he could sit like this, with the taste of her covering his tongue, for as long as they both would live.

He couldn’t remember his last sexual encounter that had been more than a one-night stand. He was the kind of man that got bored easily. After all, sex was sex, right? But with Heidi, it felt like taking communion.

Was he—oh, God—falling for her? And if so, what was he going do about it?