Page 53 of Backstage

“If you go on like this, I’ll come without you even touching me,” she mumbles without opening her eyes, her voice mixed with sleep.

“Is that so unpleasant? Should I stop?” I tease her a little. Considering the way she was on top of me earlier tonight, I don’t think she minded sleeping with me. I have to say, I’ve never invested so much energy in a woman, and what bothers me the most is that I didn’t even mind that she played hard to get. For the first time in my life, I want to have sex with the same woman a second time, a third time, an infinite number of times, and not just to vent my frustrations, like with Loretta. I can’t get enough of Lilly. My desire for her hasn’t lessened after sleeping together, quite the opposite, in fact. It seems to have ignited an uncontrollable appetite for her.

“Oh no, honey, tonight you’ve earned the right to do whatever you want with my body. Just don’t make me move from this position because I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

I laugh out loud, kissing her inviting back. “I have this effect, I realize that,” I joke casually. “Anyway, you don’t have to move, I’ll make you enjoy it again,” I whisper in her ear as I slide myself in between her butt and press down lightly.

She smiles blissfully and breathes deeply, shivering as if she’s waiting for nothing else. I move grudgingly to grab a condom from above the bedside table and put it on without waiting too long. I get close again, putting my hand between her legs, and she lets out a moan. She’s already ready to welcome me, as she did last night. I stretch myself over her, holding my weight so as not to crush her. I put my hand under her belly, caressing her in the most sensitive parts between her legs. In the end, I sink in, as I did several times in the past few hours, between her warm and welcoming thighs, losing myself in this crazy sensation I feel every time my body touches hers. I sink with a fast rhythm, and it doesn’t take long before we both cum with an orgasm that makes us tremble. Unlike other women, coming inside her doesn’t leave me empty. On the contrary, my chest fills with a feeling I can’t decipher and contain, it leaves me with the desire for more, and it’s a strange, almost uncomfortable, sensation.

I move away, kissing her neck, rolling on one side, and panting for air. Lilly turns on her stomach and stretches herself, yawning, leaving me enraptured by her beauty.

“What are you smiling about?” she asks me, pulling the sheet up to her chin, realizing I’m staring at her.

“Because this is the first time I’ve ever woken up next to a woman who’s as beautiful as the night I took her to bed.”

Actually, it’s the first time in my life I’ve ever woken up next to a woman, period. Usually, when we satisfy our desires, her makeup smeared on her cheeks and a lipstick-stained pillow, the girl picks up her things and goes back to where she came from, opening the door for herself.

Instead, I stay here, watching her blush over the compliment I just paid her, even if it wasn’t the most delicate, and wishing we could stay in this bed for the rest of the day.

Lilly’s stomach rumbles noisily and her lack of shame makes me laugh. “I think I’ll starve to death if I don’t have breakfast right away,” she giggles.

“Do you think you can hold out until they bring it to our room?” I ask before I even process the sentence in my brain. My heart pounds in my chest. I’ve never asked a woman to stay, let alone have breakfast together. It’s so intimate, totally foreign to my usual way of doing things, and it leaves me feeling bewildered. I see her blushing and frowning.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?”

I realize that if she’d said no, I’d be disappointed, and it makes my heart sink even more deeply into my stomach. I pull myself together, grab the room service menu, and put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to my side. I let her order what she wants, and then I devote myself a little bit to her skin, breasts, and mouth while we wait for the food. She is panting, enjoying my fingers inside her, when the knock on the door interrupts us, making us grumble, disappointed.

I get up reluctantly to open the door, putting on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt to retrieve the breakfast trolley that’s loaded with enough food to keep us full until the evening.

“What are you doing?” I ask when I return to the room and see her looking for her clothes.

“I’m getting dressed,” she explains in a tone that seems to call me an idiot.

I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms to my chest. “Go back to bed immediately. The great thing about room service is that you can eat between the sheets without worrying about putting anything on,” I explain smartly, just to make her a little irritated. She’s sexy as hell when she’s angry.

Lilly, in response, grimaces, annoyed. “You’re fully clothed.”

I challenge her with the look. “Would you rather I open the door naked?”

“No, but if you’re dressed, I’ll get dressed.”

Without thinking twice about it, I take off my shirt and pants and drop them on the floor. I watch her eyes pan across my body. I can tell she likes what she sees.

“Shall we have breakfast?” she asks me without giving me the satisfaction of a compliment.

I get closer to the bed and place one tray on her legs, then I sit next to her and do the same with mine. She puts one of the croissants in her mouth and lets out a moan of pleasure. She’ll send me to the nuthouse if she keeps this up.

“Can I eat only these from now on?” she asks, licking her fingers and making me follow the movement with more lust than I should for a question like that.

“You can if you want to.”

A little bit of cream falls on her breasts, and we both look down at where it fell. When she raises her hand to remove it, I grab it and move it away. I look her straight in the eyes, lower myself down on her, and, lick it off with my tongue, lingering a little more on the delicate skin of her breasts. I can feel her holding her breath.

“See? If you had been wearing a shirt, it would have gotten dirty.” I make a naive face when I meet her look full of desire.

She says nothing, stares at me with a mischievous smile. Without taking her eyes off me, she dips her finger in the croissant, pulls out some custard, and puts it in the exact spot where I just took it off. I get hard instantly. I place the tray on the floor, do the same with hers, and then I continue my breakfast, throwing myself on the custard and her breast.

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