Chapter Thirty-Five - An extra couple of days

Skyla

I have been awake since six this morning after falling asleep a little early last night, and I slept great. I have left Brandon to sleep in. It is only seven now. I had gotten my shower and made breakfast for when he woke. I am happy sitting outside in my comfy clothes, sipping a coffee. It is beautiful out here. I sigh and take a sip. It is nice to relax after everything that has been going on recently.

I get lost in my head until a pair of arms fall over my shoulder, and Brandon nuzzles my neck.

“What are you doing up so early, sweetheart?” he asks and comes around to stand in from of me.

“I have been awake since six. There is some fresh coffee if you want some.” I smile and nod towards it.

Brandon nods, pouring one for himself.

“Up,” he smiles.

I raise my brow at him, “Why? I am comfortable.”

Brandon chuckles, “So I can sit down, and you can sit on my lap.”

“But there is another chair.” I tease.

“Up, now, sweetness.” He states firmly.

“Mmm, okay, sir.” I groan.

I still love when he gets all demanding and bossy towards me. I jump to my feet, and the second I do, Brandon grabs one of my hips and pulls me tightly to him, kissing me softly. I moan and slip my arms around his neck, making sure not to spill my coffee. When we pull apart, he sits and pulls me into his lap.

“How did you sleep, beautiful?” he asks, rubbing my thigh.

“Great! I am sorry I fell asleep on you,” I sigh.

“No, it is okay, angel. You have been busy. You needed a good sleep.”

“Yes, and now I am feeling refreshed and ready to explore.” I grin and kiss him softly.

“Me too.” He agrees.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, drinking our coffee.

“I have been thinking, and I am going to stay an extra couple of days. If you are okay with it?”

Brandon’s voice breaks the silence.

“Yes! I would love you to stay another couple of days.” I beam.

“I wish it could be longer, but I need to go back.” he sighs.

I hate that I only have him for another four days, and he needs to leave. I really wish I could go with him, but I don’t think it will be possible.

“I know you do, babe. We will work it out. I promise.” I smile.

We will need to work it out soon, but I don’t want to discuss it while we are. I want to enjoy being together.

“Yes, we will, angel.” He smiles and kisses my forehead.
I snuggle in closer to him, burying my face in his neck. I rest my hand on his chest, just where his heart is and feel it beating quicker than normal. Is it because I am close to him? I don’t bring it up, though.

“Should we head in, get a shower and breakfast?” he suggests.

“I have already showered, and breakfast is made,” I reply.

Brandon pouts at me, “You showered without me?”

“I did. I have been up since six. I needed something to do. So, stop pouting at me.” I snicker.

“You could have woken me up,” he argues.

I shake my head, “I was going to, but you looked too cute and peaceful. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” I tease and bop his nose.

“I think you should come for another one with me.” he insists.

“Brandon, I am not going for another shower. You shower, and I will plate breakfast up for us.”

I climb off his lap and take my place in front of him, offering him my hand. He shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest, huffing at me.

I playfully roll my eyes, laugh and walk away from him.

“Mean!” he calls after me.

I giggle and stroll to the kitchen. I hear him coming in behind me a couple of minutes later.

“I am not talking to you anymore.” He says as he walks by towards the bathroom.

“Okay, babe. Enjoy your shower.” I laugh.

He will be talking to me again by the time he comes out of his shower. I start sorting breakfast—fruit, Greek yoghurt and strawberry/banana smoothies.

I stop mid-way and decide to sneak into the shower with him. I head for the bathroom room, stripping down on the way. I make sure to be quiet as I sneak in. I open the shower door, step in and slip my arms around him from behind, kissing over his shoulders and back.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me, angel.”

I can’t see his face, but I know he will have a smug look on it. He slowly turns to me, dips down, presses his lips to mine, and turns us around to push my back against the wall. I moan, tangling my fingers into his wet hair.

He is right; I can’t resist him. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to become heated. Brandon hooks his hand under my legs and lifts me from the floor, not breaking the kiss. I moan loudly and rock my hips against him. Mmm, this is so much better than breakfast.

Brandon parts from my lips, kissing down my neck and over my breasts.

“Fuck, Brandon, please fuck me,” I beg and roll my hips again.

He growls against my breasts and thrusts into me roughly. I squeal as his thick length fills me up. Brandon groans, retaking my lips and starts to push hard into me.

“Yes! Give it to me, baby. Fuck, so good.” I whimper.

I needed him badly. We didn’t get a chance last night. We haven’t had much time for sex recently, so right now, I need him to give me everything he has.

He seems to know what I need. He pounds into me, hard and deep.

“Fuck, I have missed your wrapped around me, Skyla.” He grunts.

“Same,” I pant out.

Brandon drags his cock out of me, and I whine at the loss of contact, but he is quick to slam back in. I scrape my nails down his back and scream. He repeats it, and it brings me closer to the edge. I love how quickly he can always make me come.

“Ready so soon, baby girl.” He breathes out with a smirk.

“Yes. Make me come, Brandon.” I demand.

He slips one hand between us, rubbing my clit as he fucks me harder.

“Oh God, yes. I am close,” I gasp, working my hips to his.

“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you spill around my cock,” he groans.

I nod, my walls clenching around him, and my legs start to shake. Seconds later, my back arches and my orgasm rips through me, and I erupt around him, calling out his name. I cling to him as my body shakes.

Brandon buries his face in my neck and aims to reach his end.

“Brandon, come for me, baby. Fill me up. I need to feel you come inside me,” I encourage.

“I am close, baby.” He pants, pushing deeper and only a second later, his warmth fills me.

He groans my name as he does. I love the sound of it. Brandon places me back on my feet and kisses me softly. When our lips part, he smiles and strokes the wet hair away from my face.

“I needed that so badly.” I breathe out.

“You and me both, sweetheart.” He smiles and kisses my forehead.

Brandon hugs me to his chest, and we finally get around to showering.