Author: Summer (pensivesilence)
Challenge: Words: Tanned, Hues, Sticky, Scratchy, Watermelon.
Deeply tanned legs protruded from underneath the white sheets, the contrast almost blinding in the early morning sun. The room was quiet aside from a soft ruffling and the tinny sounds coming from the small television.
A sort snore, then silence again.
A man sat at the small table in the corner of the room, his long legs squeezed uncomfortably underneath it. He turned to look at the pretty brunette in the bed, smiling slightly. “Baby,” he whispered softly, not wanting to wake her although he knew it was time. “Come on, you have to get up.”
“Mmmph. Ten more minutes,” she mumbled as she pulled the pillow over her head, voice scratchy with sleep.
He laughed quietly, shaking his head in awe as he pulled himself to his feet, closing the distance between the table and the bed with just three steps. “We told Peyton we’d be back by ten,” he reminded her, his voice a little more stern as he sat down on the corner of the bed, resting a hand atop her shapely calves.
She replied, but he couldn’t make the words out, so muffled by the pillow.
“It’s already 9:30,” he pointed out with a sigh, his fingers tracing the contours of her leg as his hand moved up her thigh.
The hues of the morning light danced through the blinds and across the bed as she shifted, trying to swat away his hand.
A mischievous smile came over his face as his fingers continued to work their way up her leg, slipping around to skim over her inner thigh.
She let her hand fall to the side with a whimper before her breath hitched, suddenly not all that interested in pushing him away. “You’re a tease,” she mumbled, slowly pulling the pillow away from her face as she glanced down at him, eyes almost as heavy as her breathing.
He just laughed, fingers dancing between her legs as they brushed across her crotch, naked from the previous night’s antics and already slick with want. “Who says I’m just teasing?”
She rocked her hips slightly against his fingers, almost experimentally. “You said we had to go,” she returned with a pout, meeting his gaze. “You said Peyt-”
“Shhh,” he interrupted quickly, leaning over and pressing his lips against hers to cut her off. “Lets not talk about her. She won’t mind if we’re half an hour late.”
“Mmm,” she agreed needily, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she brought her hand up to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck. After a minute, she pulled away though, her pout still in place. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
He let out a dry laugh despite himself. “I know. Believe me, I know.”
She swatted him in the side of the head lightly and pushed him off of her, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna brush my teeth. You better be right here when I get back… but with less clothes on.”
He groaned and sat back on the bed, turning his head to watch her leave. Her body was radiant in the bright light, and he could feel his dick coming to life as he watched her nude form saunter to the adjoining bathroom.
When she came back, he was sitting on the bed, stripped down to his boxers with a plate of cut up, seedless watermelon next to him.
She arched an eyebrow as her gaze fell to the juicy snack, the corners of her lips curving up into a smile. “Is that for breakfast or something else?” she asked with a good-natured giggle, crawling onto the bed and straddling his lap.
“Why, do you have another idea for it?” he asked after a moment, his eyes dropping down to her breasts.
“I think I could come up with something,” she returned coyly, pressing her chest against his as she dropped a light kiss on his lips, teeth nibbling gently on his bottom lip as her hand fumbled around in search of the watermelon.
His hand closed over hers and their fingers entwined as he guided her hand to the watermelon, deepening the kiss and slipping his other hand around the small of her back to pull her closer.
Her breasts pressed against his chest as they kissed, nipples hardening against his skin as she let out a throaty moan. They continued like that for a few moments, eventually falling back against the bed, their hips grinding together.
They only broke apart when he shrieked as he felt something cold against his abdomen, and she pulled away with an amused giggle. She’d dropped a piece of watermelon above his navel, the juice draining into it and below, leaving a sticky trail down to his groin.
“Brooke…” he murmured, his breathing shaky as he met her gaze and reached down to remove the watermelon. “Baby, we really don’t have the ti-”
His voice broke off suddenly as she lowered herself so she was resting between her legs, dipping her tongue into his belly button. She could feel his erection throbbing against her breasts, a wet spot of precum soaking through his boxers.
Kissing and licking a trail down to his waistband, she murmured against his lower abdominals, “I have half a mind to stop right now, you tease,” but of course, she didn’t. Instead she dragged his boxers down over his erection and pushed them down his legs.
He gasped and groaned as he felt her hot, wet mouth around the tip of his penis, his head lolling back as he arched his back and thrust up against her mouth instinctively.
She licked the underside of his penis as she brought her hand up to graze over his balls, causing him to let out a strangled groan. She went on like that for a minute before crawling up his body, dropping another intense kiss on his lips.
As he returned the kiss, tasting himself in her mouth, his hands fell to her hips, trying to align her on top of him. They were married now, with a four year old daughter and trying for another, so condoms weren’t an issue.
“Just fuck me already,” she giggled against his lips, shifting backward so his cock was engulfed in her hot, slick core.
She moved slowly at first, too slowly for his liking, so he flipped her over and pulled on her legs until she looped them over his shoulders with a gasp, her gaze burning into his as she rocked against him.
The sex was hot, intense, sweaty, almost desperate as they thrust against each other, faster and faster, their voices rising as their climaxes came closer.
When it finally came, Brooke screamed so loudly that he was sure everyone in the hotel had heard, and he collapsed on top of her with a grunt, he world growing dark around the corners until all he could see was her face, sweat beading at her eyebrows and her lips parted slightly as he rocked his hips against hers once more.
Minutes passed, and then she sighed. “Luke?”
Her voice was soft and husky, the way he loved it. “Yeah?” He tilted his head to get a better look at her.
“Can you wake me up like that again tomorrow?”