Chapter Twelve - I can barely handle it

Brandon

I have left Skyla to sleep even though it was after ten o’clock in the morning because I knew she was exhausted after last night. We never got to sleep until late. Last night with her was incredible. I don’t think I have ever connected with someone during sex as strongly as I did with Skyla last night. She has me addicted.

She managed four rounds last night before her body couldn’t handle anymore. She isn’t used to so much sex in one night, so it will take time for her body to adjust to keep up with me, and that is okay. Her stamina will learn to meet mine soon enough. I have a relatively high sex drive, and with her around, it is going to be hard to control.

I would wake her up soon if she didn’t wake up herself. I wanted to shower and make breakfast first. I sneak out of the bedroom to the bathroom for a shower, switching it on and stepping into it. I groan when the warm water hits my back, she has clawed up my back real good. I can only imagine what it looks like. I love it, though, because it means I have her mark on me, just like she has my mark on her in the form of hickeys on her thigh, stomach, breasts, and neck. I always mark what’s mine.

I smirk as I feel the sting on my skin. I don’t stay long in the shower, getting out and wrapping a towel around me, heading back to the bedroom. Skyla is still curled up, sound asleep. I smile, going over and sitting on the edge of the bed. I stroke the hair away from her face and take a moment to admire her.

She is so beautiful I can barely handle it. I swear all she needs to do is look at me with those pretty eyes, and I turn to mush. I am not used to a woman having such an effect on me. I don’t know how I am going to feel when it is time for her to head back home to Scotland. It isn’t something I want to think about, not right now. We still have time until it happens.

I plant a soft kiss on her forehead, sighing and pulling away to dry off and put some clothes on, well, joggers. I don’t have much to do today. There is no point in wearing anything else.

I went to leave the room to start on breakfast, “Brandon?” I hear Skyla’s tired voice from behind me.

“I am right here, angel,” I say, turning to smile at her. She sits up, smiling at me, a smile which drives me crazy.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” she yawns.

I stroll over, crawling up to the bed and leaning over her. I lean down, kissing her softly, “Because I knew you would be tired.”

“Yes, I was. You tired me out,” she giggles.

“That was my plan, sweetness. Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough with you?” I caress her face.

“I am fine, and no, you weren’t too rough. I am a little sore, yes, but I don’t mind.”

“As long as you are okay.” I smile, kissing her.

She moans deeply into my lips, moving onto her knees to get better access to my lips. I groan, kissing her harder but part after a moment, and she huffs in protest.

“You need to eat, angel, build your energy levels back up,” I chuckle, knowing exactly what she wanted.

“Fine, if you insist.” She replies, rolling her eyes at me.

“I do, and don’t roll your eyes at me, baby girl,” I warn.

A sexy smile starts to grow on her lips, “Or what? What are you going to do about it, babe?” she pushes, doing it again.

“Not going to work! We aren’t doing anything until you eat.” I steal one last kiss and climb off the bed because if I continue to be close to her, I will be able to hold back.

“Meanie!” she whines, sticking her tongue out at me.

I laugh, shaking my head, “Sexy ass out of bed, now!”

Skyla didn’t do as I told her at first until I gave her a stern look, and she climbed out of bed, still completely naked.

“Fuck!” I groan, reaching for my closest tee, and tossing it to her, “Put it on because if not, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” My cock is stirring only at the sight of her.

“Hmm, maybe I will just walk around naked for the rest of the day,” she teases, biting on her lower lip.

“Skyla!” I fold my arms across my chest, “Fine!” she pulls my tee over her head, glaring at me and walks out of the room. She is trying to be serious, but I hear her snicker as she walks away from me.

I catch up with her, slipping my arm around her shoulder, bringing her to my side and kissing the top of her head, “I promise to make it up to you once we have had breakfast and coffee. I don’t want you passing out on me.”

Skyla turned her attention to me, but she didn’t look annoyed at me, instead, she smiled sweetly at me, “Thank you for taking care of me, Brandon.” She kisses my cheek.
“I always take care of what is mine, kitten.” It is true. As long as she is in my life and we cater to each other’s needs, I will take the best care of her.

“Yours, uh?” she asks, “I thought I made it clear last night, no?” I raise my brow at her.

“Yes, you were very clear.” She snickers.

“Okay then, it is official. You are mine now.” I swat her ass, Skyla moaning in return.

I don’t share. I have never been good at sharing.

“Yes, sir.” She replies sweetly.

My cock twitches in my joggers when she calls me Sir. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her again, but I needed to keep my control in check until after I knew she had eaten.

We weren’t in a rush anyway because we had all day. I had her to myself, and I planned on taking advantage of it, which I am sure she will enjoy as much as me.