Chapter Forty - I can take it.

Brandon

I instantly smile when I wake and have Skyla wrapped in my arms. Dinner last night went well. I was a little nervous, but everyone seemed to like me. It was more than just a business meeting; we had fun, too. I am excited to have Skyla all to myself today. If she doesn’t want to do anything, I will happily stay in with her. It doesn’t matter what we do, as long we spend the day together.

She is sound asleep, still snoring a little. I chuckle because I know how much snoring can annoy some people, but I have missed it. She is so damn cute when she does it. I smile and decide to wake her up because I want to get as much time in with her as I can.

I reach down and kiss the tip of her nose. She wriggles it but doesn’t wake. I try her cheeks next, but still nothing. I have one last option. I press my lips to her, and the second I do, she smirks and giggles. She did wake up; she was just waiting for me to kiss her lips.

“How long have you been awake?” I laugh.

“Since you kissed the tip of my nose.” She opens her eyes and smiles.

“Cheeky,” I tease and prod her nose.

Skyla smiles brightly up at me and puckers her lips. I chuckle, give her what she wants and capture her lips in mine. She moans and slips her arms around my neck.

“Fancy a quickie?” she mumbles into my lips.

I pull away and look down at her, “How romantic.” I tease.

“I know, right? So, is that a yes or do I need to fix myself?” she snickers.
I crash my lips back to her, bring her leg around my hip and press swiftly into her. I was ready to go since I just woke up, and by the way I slipped in with ease, she was ready, too.

“Fuck, yes, I have missed him,” she cries out.

I groan and thrust deeper “He has missed your tight pussy around him too.”

Skyla whimpers and arches up from the bed. I am surprised we have the energy because we were up until four this morning, making up for the lost time. I am sure we have some friction burns.

“Harder, Brandon. Give it to me. I can take it.” she pleads between pants.

Last night, we had a mix of making love and hot sex. Right now, she wants it rough, and who am I to deny her it? I pin her hips to the mattress and rail into her.

“Yes! That’s it. Fuck, so good.” She squeals as her nails claw the hell out of my back. I am sure I have scars on my back from her nails previously.

“You like it rough, don’t you, angel? You love when I pound your pussy.” I rasp and dip down to suck on her left nipple.

Skyla can only cry out in response. I move over to the other nipple to pay it the same attention. Skyla entangles her fingers in my hair, which I am sort of grateful for because my back is starting to sting. It’s not like I mind. I like it when she leaves her mark on me.

She starts to tug at my hair as I continue to trace my lips over every inch of her breasts, pounding into her. Skyla starts to shake below me and tightens around my cock. She uses her hold on my hair to force my lips to her. She kisses me passionately, her tongue slipping into my mouth.

I let go of her hips, and she worked hers to mine. The heat rises from her body to mine, and an orgasm tear through her like a damn tornado, every inch of her body quivering as she erupts around me.

Her head falls back as her climax overtakes her. I bury my face in her neck and go for my end. It doesn’t take long because I explode into her only seconds later with such intensity. I collapse onto her chest once I have emptied. We lay there, hot, panting messes with our warm bodies sticking together.

“Fuck, I love you.” She breaths out.

“I love you too, angel, so fucking much,” I reply and kiss her neck.

I take a moment and lie next to her to take my weight off her.

“I needed that. I had such a dirty dream about you,” she says, glancing at me.

I chuckle, “That explains a lot.”

I kiss her softly and pull her close to me. I will need to get her to tell me her dream later; maybe we can act it out. I run my fingers up and down her spine.

“I think you have torn the hell out of my back again,” I smirk.

“It can’t be that bad. It isn’t like you complain when I use my nails on you.” She laughs.

I roll onto my side to show her my back, “How is it looking?”

“Um, you have some scratches and bleeding. I am sorry.” She whispers.

I focus my attention back on her, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

It will sting like a bitch in the shower, but I will get over it.

“I like to stake my claim on what is mine,” she says smugly.

“Trust me. I know you do.”

It works both ways, though. I like to leave my mark too. I just use my fingertips and mouth to do so. Skyla smiles proudly and pecks my lips.

“Come on, we should shower and get your back cleaned up, my love.” She says softly.

I nod, and she pulls away, climbing out of bed. I take a second to run my eyes over, admiring the gorgeous woman in front of me whom I am proud to call mine. Skyla tucks her hair behind her ear and gives me a shy smile.

“You can’t go all shy on me now, sweetness.” I tease.

“Yes, I can. Now, stop staring and get your ass out of bed.” She exclaims.

“Yes, boss.” I mock.

Skyla flips me up, “You are so annoying.” She huffs and walks away.

“Yet, you still love me.” I can after her.

She laughs, shakes her and disappears out of the room. I have missed messing with her. I may need to do it as much as possible this weekend because I don’t know the next time I will be able to—a thought I don’t want to think about right now.

For now, I have a shower to take with my sexy girlfriend, which I plan on focusing on.