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“Don’t ruin this for me,” she demanded, resting her head on my chest.
“Right. She’s going to become a complete shut-in bookworm who never wants to date real-life guys ever.”
“That’s better,” she agreed, letting out a twinkling little laugh as her hand landed on my stomach.
I had to have a little talk with my dick about not getting hard at inappropriate times. But my mind wasn’t helping, flashing with memories of her grinding into me, riding me until she came, of her spread wide for me, of her taste on my tongue, of her with my cock buried deep in her mouth.
Eventually, Daphne reemerged, making us break apart like guilty teenagers. We ordered dinner. We talked and watched a movie until Daphne couldn’t stop yawning and took herself to bed.
“You should get some sleep too,” I said, coming up behind Sabrina as she stood at the sink, putting a clean cup into the drainboard.
She didn’t even try to pretend she didn’t want to lean into me, turning her face in toward my neck as my hands caged her in.
“You should have let me order the damn air mattress,” she said, still not letting the couch thing go.
“You’re way too fucking tense over something that doesn’t fucking matter,” I told her as my hand slid across her belly.
Maybe I would have let it drop right there if she hadn’t let out a little whimpering sound, her mind going in the same direction as mine.
I listened for a second, and Daphne’s TV was playing loud—after she’d awkwardly informed us that she would be listening to it and that she slept like the dead before she went to her room.
Figuring we had a few private moments, I went ahead and slipped my hand into her jeans and panties, finding her already fucking wet for me.
“Let’s loosen you up a bit before bed,” I said as my fingers slipped inside of her eager pussy, her walls clenching around them, holding tightly as I started to fuck her.
She reached down, pressing my palm flat against her cleft, making my thumb rub against her clit as my fingers fucked her, driving her up faster.
She was riding my hand, her lips pressed tightly together to keep from crying out as she got closer and closer.
Then, with a whole-body shudder, she came, her pussy clenching my fingers over and over as she sucked frantic breaths in through her nose.
“There,” I said as she leaned fully against me afterward, like her own legs couldn’t hold her anymore. “That’s better,” I said, getting a little giggle out of her. “Now, I think you should sleep pretty soundly tonight.”
“Well, between the orgasms and knowing there is a heavily-armed man sleeping just a few feet away, yeah, I think you’re right.”
“Trust me, no one is getting past me,” I assured her. “The wind shifting wakes me up.”
“Same,” she agreed. “But that’s from being a paranoid mom. I should get you another blanket.”
“I have three,” I reminded her.
“Pillow then.”
“Got two of those. I’m all set. Go. Get some rest. We have a long day of work tomorrow.”
We hadn’t exactly discussed the specifics of that. I did know that she had an overbearing boss who would not be okay with me actually being a body guard following her around. But hotels were busy places. I could easily be a guest hanging around without being overly suspicious.
Actually, I had a plan.
One that I wanted to surprise Sabrina with, so I wasn’t sharing yet.
We made our ways to our beds, and I listened as Sabrina moved around before climbing into bed and putting on some sort of sound machine or app before it was all quiet in her room.
I clicked through programs to find something quiet, then slipped out of my prosthetic, and tried to find a halfway comfortable way to rest on the couch.
It was a rough hour or so before I finally did pass out.
It was the sensation of being watched that woke me up suddenly.