The next morning

We didn’t stop once we left the grass.

After we wiped the stray blades of grass off each other, we made it to her bathroom shower. It was big, with a tiled bench along the wall. I got the benefit of her sitting on it and taking me with her mouth until I finished, with a hand braced against the tile wall behind her. I returned the favor after she stood on the bench and lifted her leg over my shoulder, until she came again with one hand braced on the ceiling and the other yanking my hair, with her back pressed to the tiles.

We dried off enough to not get the bedding wet when we stumbled our way to it. That round was a bit lazier in her bed. We spent most of the time with her riding me and grinding herself against my pubic bone by rolling her hips while I watched her tits sway and bounce in the light of the dim lamp on her bedside table. She encouraged me to whisper filthy things in her ear, and she did the same in that half-English, half-Spanish mix that I loved. I came inside her again, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples while she shuddered through another small, quiet orgasm of her own.

We eventually pass out with me still lodged inside her, but we go at it once more when she wakes up at some point because she has to pee. When she comes back to bed, it’s a quick and desperate fuck with me behind her in the spoon position. One of her hands reaching up and back, curling behind my neck, while the other is buried between her thighs. That’s finally it for the night, and the next time I pass out, I have nothing left in me. We fall asleep with her curled against my chest and my arm slung over her waist.

When I wake up next, the room is bright, filled with the morning sun. Remembering where I am, I look around at the empty bed, sweeping my hand over the sheets. They’re cool, telling me it’s been a while since she left. I stretch and blink at the ceiling before rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I also register the exhaustion of my thighs and the pleasant soreness in my dick and just grin at the memory.

I roll out of bed, looking for the pile of clothes I’d brought in from outside and dropped on the floor, except now they’re in a neatly folded stack on a seat off to the side of the room. I grab my boxers and pull them on, then grab my jeans and T-shirt, doing the same.

The house is quiet and I’m not sure where Sofia could be, but I’m not about to get caught wandering around naked again. I drift down the hallway and check the kitchen, but find it empty. Then the living room. Also empty. I start roaming through the rooms that I remember from the tour she’d given me, ending up going down one of the halls.

I find her in the home gym. She’s in downward dog when I step through the doorway, then flows into cobra with her back arched sharply, lifting her chest up so that her tits are pressing against the black sports bra. The fullness of her ass in those ridiculously tight matching shorts is a sight of its own. She looks focused and so fucking hot that I just lean against the doorframe and take in the view.

“Jesus,” I say as she moves through her routine. “I didn’t realize you’re that flexible.”

She glances over, sees me, and smiles. She holds whatever pose she’s in for a second, then lowers herself to the mat and folds herself in half, holding her feet.

“Just finishing up,” she says. “And good morning.”

“Morning.” I push off the frame and step into the room. “How long have you been up if you’re already done with a whole workout?”

“A while.” She sits up, crosses her legs, and wipes her forehead with the back of her wrist. “My internal alarm clock doesn’t typically let me sleep in, even if I want to. It didn’t used to be a problem, so I’m either getting old, or waking up with kids who don’t believe in sleeping past six has taken its toll on me. Even when they’re gone, the body just… says we’re done sleeping.”

I nod, picking up a couple of the dumbbells off the weight rack. “That’s gotta suck. But for what it’s worth, the workout routine has really paid off for you.”

She chuckles softly. “Flattery so early in the morning. That’s a treat.”

“Just calling it like I see it.”

“Thanks.” She stands, and shakes out her arms and legs. “I was thinking… I need to take a trip up to a cabin we’ve got on a lake. It’s something Carlos and I had bought some time ago, and we rent it out.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah. There’s this family that books it every summer for about a week, for… God, as long as we’ve owned it? Anyway, they’re going to be staying there pretty soon, and I want to go up and check on things. I appreciate that they always rent from us, so I’d like to go and make sure it’s in good shape. Maybe freshen a few things like new linens, and get some items for the kitchen. That kind of stuff. It’s been a minute since I’ve been up there myself.”

I raise an eyebrow. “When are you going?”

She tilts her head, and gives me a contemplative look. “I was thinking of going up there on either Thursday or Friday for the weekend. It’s why Carlos has the kids through the weekend. He hasn’t gotten around to going up there yet himself, so I’m just going to do it, or it’ll never get done. But… when I was thinking about it a bit ago, I thought that maybe… well, I was wondering what you were doing?”

“Nothing that I can think of,” I say, and shrug. “Just working and trying to make some money for rent.” When I’m done talking, she’s still just looking at me. “Wait, are you asking if I want to go with you?”

She smiles slowly, with an almost bashful expression. “Yes. That’s what I’m asking.”

“Oh shit. Um, okay. I’m sure I can just work a bit extra when I get back.”

“I’ll gladly pay you for coming,” she offers.

“Wow,” I say teasingly. “I’m that good that you’re gonna start paying me now, huh?”

“No!” she exclaims, sounding slightly embarrassed by the implication. “No, I just meant, I could use your help, and so I could pay you for helping me out up there.”

“Relax.” I step closer and brush a stray strand of hair that’s stuck to the sweat on her cheek. “I was just messing with you. I’ll totally go. You don’t have to pay me anything.”

“Thank you.” She leans into my touch and gives me a peck on the lips, then steps back toward the mat to roll it up. “But let me pay you. I really can use help with some stuff, and I’m pulling you away from what you’d normally do. I don’t want you to have to work even longer when we get back because of me. Please?”

“If you insist,” I say with an exaggerated sigh, watching her ass wiggle as she finishes rolling up the mat.

“You hungry?”

“Oh my God, I’m starving.”

She turns with a smile, walks over to a stack of cubbies and sticks the rolled-up mat in the open spot. “Great. Come on, then. Let’s see if I can cook something that isn’t cookies today.”

I follow her ass out of the gym, picturing a weekend at some little cabin with her. The idea of her in a bikini in the lake. Me buried inside her on a dock, spending days with just the two of us out of town.

Yeah. I’m definitely in.

“If it makes it any easier, just get me a glass of milk, and I’ll happily have the cookies for breakfast.”

She spins and walks backward, shaking her head. “No way, papi. You need a proper breakfast.”

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