Set the phone aside and let David continue where he left off

You place the glowing phone face-down on the nightstand, turning your full attention back to David. His eyes darken with renewed hunger as your emerald nails trace a delicate path along his jawline.

"Where were we?" you murmur, your Irish lilt more pronounced in the afterglow of your recent pleasure.

David's answer comes not in words but in the firm press of his body against yours, rolling you onto your back. His weight settles between your thighs, delicious and demanding. The moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows catches on your bracelet as your arms stretch above your head.

"I believe," he says, capturing both your wrists in one hand and pinning them to the pillow, "I was about to explore these." His free hand trails down to brush against your nail extensions, a look of fascination crossing his features. "Never thought I'd find these so fucking sexy."

You test his grip playfully, enjoying the contrast between restraint and the dangerous points of your nails. "Better be careful then," you tease. "I could do some damage."

"Worth the risk," he growls, lowering his mouth to the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. His teeth graze your skin, sending shivers cascading through your body.

His erection presses insistently against your inner thigh, already recovered from your earlier activities. You arch against him, wrapping one leg around his waist to pull him closer.

"Eager," he observes with a satisfied smirk. "But I'm not done with you yet."

His mouth travels lower, tongue circling each nipple before continuing its journey down your stomach. When he reaches the juncture of your thighs, he looks up with wicked intent. "Hold onto something," he advises before burying his face between your legs.

Your fingers clutch the headboard, careful not to damage it with your pointed nails as his tongue works its magic. The pleasure builds quickly—too quickly—your body still sensitive from before. Within minutes, you're trembling on the edge, incoherent pleas falling from your lips.

David pulls back just before you peak, earning a frustrated whimper. "Not yet," he commands, voice rough with desire. He moves up your body, positioning himself at your entrance. "Look at me."

Your eyes lock as he pushes inside in one smooth thrust. The fullness is exquisite, drawing a gasp from your throat. He establishes a rhythm that's slow but deep, hitting spots that make your vision blur.

"You feel so fucking perfect," he pants, pace increasing as your nails rake lightly down his back. "Made for me."

The words trigger something primitive and satisfied within you. You hook your ankles behind his back, changing the angle and taking him deeper.

"Yes," you breathe, the pleasure building inexorably. "Yours."

His movements become more urgent, less controlled. One hand slips between your bodies to circle your clit, and the dual sensation catapults you over the edge. Your back arches off the bed as you come apart around him, inner walls clenching rhythmically.

David follows moments later with a guttural groan, his hips jerking against yours as he empties himself inside you. He collapses beside you, gathering your sweat-slicked body against his chest.

"That was..." he trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

"Yeah," you agree, nestling into the crook of his arm, careful not to catch him with your nails. The steady beat of his heart beneath your ear is oddly comforting.

As your breathing slows and the pleasant weight of satisfaction settles in your limbs, David presses a kiss to the top of your head that feels different from the heated ones you shared before—tender, almost reverent.

"I meant what I said earlier," he murmurs against your hair. "At the beach. I'm falling for you, Mia. Hard."

23:10 | Monday 4 August 2025 | The Sandcastle Hotel, Brighton

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