O ne eye opened, and she surveyed the room. It was hot and dark, but a soft glow from the rising sun shone in the corner. Her body ached everywhere. As she wiggled her toes, she noticed even the soles of her feet were sore. Some of her pain came from playing hockey, and plenty more from a night of wild and crazy love making. They didn’t stop until the wee hours of the morning when she passed out. He might have still been inside her when that happened; she couldn’t be sure.

At first, she’d thought they would have sex. Something to take her mind off the past. Nice, simple, get your rocks off type of sex. That didn’t happen. To describe what they did as anything that mundane did them both a disservice. Martin blew her away with his sexual prowess and stamina. She expected him to be more than she could handle, but damn! Everything she thought she knew about sex was not enough.

It’s not like Sylvie was a prude. She’d watched porn, read dirty magazines, masturbated by hand and with toys before she’d lost her V-card years ago. Her sexual knowledge was great, in theory. Renny knew how to get her off and vice versa. They did it with the lights on and experimented, trying plenty of variations in the bedroom. But it was always in the bedroom. On a bed with music playing the in background to drown their noises.

Yesterday, had been raw. The two of them with no distractions and no holding back. She’d heard every sound their bodies made together; the wet friction and moans of delight. She’d felt every touch and caress in a way that left its mark on her soul. Her climaxes had shaken her to the core.

How in the hell was she ever supposed to have anything less than that explosive moving forward? She’d wanted to see if she could move on. She accomplished that. Part of her had wondered if they would be sexually compatible. They were so far beyond good, there wasn’t a word created for how perfectly suited they were to one another.

Their night of exploration and wishes was over. Morning brought a slew of questions to her mind, but no answers. She couldn’t grasp how people could have sex without forming an emotional connection. Her emotions were a tangled mess. She tried to roll over, but something tightened around her waist.

“Trying to escape already?” Martin’s nose grazed her ear, sending a shiver across her body. His presence surprised her, but it explained the heat. The few time’s they’d slept together since her arrival, she’d awoken alone.

“Never. I was stretching, or trying to move my ridiculously sore extremities. Please tell me you’re at least a little sore today?” She rolled onto her back and turned her face towards him. Strands of her long hair covered her face, blocking her view.

He laughed. “Sorry, my belle. I am fit as a fiddle.” He brushed the hair away with his fingers. His touch was so gentle and lingered against her cheek. “I could go for round two.”

“Round two?” She inhaled sharply, hoping she wasn’t misunderstanding his meaning. She’d been afraid to fall asleep last night for fear it would all end. That they would wake up and decide it had been a big mistake.

“Yeah. I consider yesterday round one. Today’s a new day and I’m game for another round if you are?” His thumb traced the outline of her lips. “I told you one time wouldn’t be enough.”

Sylvie exhaled and all the tension of not knowing where they stood evaporated. He asked for more, and her heart swelled. “I want you more today than I did yesterday.” She leaned closer and kissed him. His lips were like a beacon calling her home. “In case you forgot, we did it way more than once. My thighs have friction burns for crying out loud,” she joked. Both delighted and nervous they chose to pursue another side of their relationship.

He pulled back the covers, exposing her naked torso. “Fuck, I’m a lucky man.” He crawled over her, straddling her ribs. His long and thick erection landed between her breasts. “You have the best tits on the planet. So big and round and soft. I’m going to fuck them until I come all over them.” He pressed her breasts together and tunneled through them until the tip of his cock poked through.

She licked the tip, making him toss his gorgeous head back and groan. “It just so happens, I’m in the mood for something creamy.” Circling her tongue around his cock-head, she sucked him into her mouth.

The sun cast a glow against his body, giving him the appearance of a bronzed statue. She gripped his butt cheeks and pulled him closer to her face. A slurping sound followed when he pulled out. With her saliva coating his cock he slipped easily between her breasts. When he thrust his hips again, she sucked on the tip. They repeated the motions until he moaned and cursed so loud she was sure the neighbors would hear. Not that she cared. As long as they were having fun, nothing else mattered.

“Right there! Open your mouth wide,” he yelled as the first streams of cum coated her chest. Her lips parted as ribbons of his release landed on her tongue. He gripped his shaft and pumped, sending more cream all over her breasts and chin. It was a mess. The look of pure rapture as he surveyed his masterpiece sent a wave of arousal between her legs. “I’ve never seen you look hotter than when you’re covered in my cum. I’ll be beating off to this image for the rest of my life.”

She smeared his climax around her hardened nipple. His cock had barely softened, and it seemed to grow as she touched herself. She licked the remnants from her finger. “Every bit as yummy as I remember. Do you think you’re up for round two?” She arched a brow as he stiffened like a teenager in a lingerie shop.

“I’m always hard for you.” He moved his hand between her legs and discovered her moistened lips. “And you’re always wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered as he slipped two fingers inside.

“I love watching your girls bounce as we fuck.” He moved off of her and lay down. “Climb on and ride me.” He patted his legs with one hand, inviting her on-board. He used his other hand to stroke himself with her lube.

There was no hesitation. She loved being on top. They’d made love in his position the night before while he’d been sitting in a chair. Martin had an obsession with her breasts and any chance he got to motorboat them he did. As soon as she got into position, he thrust up as she sank down. He filled her with one fluid motion. It felt different, and she couldn’t figure out why. He mashed his teeth as she planted her hand on his stomach and swiveled her hips. It felt so good.

“Wholly shit. That feels amazing. Oh fuck—”

She lifted and slammed back down, taking him to the root. “I’m not stopping until you come again.”

“I will have to pull out because we forgot to use a condom. But don’t you dare stop.” He lifted his hips as she stilled.

How could they have forgotten to use protection? “Are you… am I going to have to see a doctor after this?” Having only one, faithful partner meant she’d never had to worry about catching diseases.

“I’m clean and I got tested recently. Don’t worry. Now let me see you bounce.” He gripped her ass cheeks hard.

“This feels so much better when we’re skin to skin.” She moved and felt every ridge and vein of his cock as it slipped inside her. “This is a first for me and I really like it.” She bounced and picked up a rhythm that brought her close to climax way too fast.

“First for me too. So much more sensitive. I’m close” He applied pressure to her clit and that tiny connection sent her into the land of unicorns and rainbows. Her legs twitched, and she clenched her inner walls around him. “That’s it.”

With no time to spare, he pulled out and came all over her stomach, covering her in his cum. Once her breathing returned to normal, she wiped the sweat from her brow. He pulled her towards him and kissed her. Their tongues met and their bodies stuck together. She opened her eyes and a rush of emotions claimed her rational mind. It would be so easy to fall in love with this man. That wasn’t supposed to happen, but she feared it might.

He smiled, oblivious to her inner turmoil. “We are never using condoms again. That was fucking unreal. Tell me you liked it too.”

She pressed her forehead to his. Like wasn’t the right word anymore. “I hate rubbers, and I’ll admit it’s better without.”

They kissed again, sealing their agreement to have unprotected sex. “Let’s go shower before I have to leave for training.” He crawled out of bed and looked at her over his shoulder. “I could get used to waking up like this.” He winked and walked out of the room.

“I could get used to it too. And by the way, I think I’m falling in love,” she whispered so quietly no one would hear.

“Are you coming? The water’s nice and hot,” he yelled from the other room.

She climbed out of bed and marched to the bathroom. The water ran as Martin held the shower curtain open for her to join. Drops streamed over his chest and her mouth watered; a glistening layer of icing on a man-cake, waiting to be licked from head to toe.

“I… We need to be clear about something before I get in there with you.” She cleared her throat. “I would like to have more mornings like this, but the thought of you with someone else—”

“No condoms, means we’re only fucking each other. End of conversation. You told me you’re on a mission to get your confidence back, so let me be the guy to build it back up. You want to experience more partners, and I get that, but I won’t share you. While you’re here with me, you’re only with me. Is that clear enough?”

“Maybe. I want to make certain I understand. Are you saying we’re together? Like as a couple.” The last word rattled, her nerves getting the better of her as hope bloomed in her chest.

“No labels; we’re having fun. You said no strings attached. We don’t have any strings between us; it’s you and me for as long as you’re here.” He held out his hand, and she took it.

For the limited time she was there. The reminder stung, but provided a good wake up call. Martin wasn’t Mr. Relationship and as long as there was an end date in sight this suited him. “Friends with benefits,” she said, as the first jet massaged her side. The heat of his body and the jets soothed her muscles, and she sighed.

“Okay, but I don’t like the sound of that either. Don’t over think this and let’s enjoy our time together. Deal?”

She nodded. Deep down the optimism she’d experienced moments ago was squashed. He was anti-relationships. He’d been burned before and wasn’t willing to risk the pain again. This wasn’t news to her, so why his response cut so deep was beyond her. It’s not like they had a potential future together. They lived provinces apart and… It didn’t matter because this wasn’t about building a future with Martin; it was about moving on from the past.

“I can do fun,” she said the words, but didn’t feel them.

Stupid love! There was no room for that emotion in her life and she pushed it away. Great sex didn’t have to include love. She’d have plenty of time to deal with her emotions later; like once she returned to Montreal. While she was here, she vowed to let her hair down and live each moment as they came. Now was the time for fun. Pure adult, X-rated fun.