But the sunlight was trying to penetrate her eyelids and the sleepiness kept falling away. So reluctantly she opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Nyall's tousled hair. Shimmering with reddish-gold highlights courtesy of the bright sunlight streaming into the room, it was resting on her chest. No, she thought confusedly, not exactly resting. Hovering over was more like it.
The next thing she became aware of was a sublime feeling in her nipples. One of them was soothingly warm, the other chilled, but both felt rapturous. It made her want to stretch luxuriously.
Janey's brain slowly began to click on. But before it could fully engage, the lovely feelings shimmered down her body. What started as a sleepy waking stretch turned into a burst of ecstasy in her loins.
"Ahhh."
"Good morning."
Nyall's voice was husky and deep. To Janey's awakening senses, the sound induced bliss, as did the long-fingered male hand that she now knew had been fondling her between her legs, was still fondling her.
Even as she lay there enjoying the now-fading spasms deep inside her body, fingers were sliding to her breast where they gently tugged and plucked, then down to her pussy where they explored in lazy circles before drawing a wet, cool line back up her belly.
It hit her then. He'd just brought her to a climax and she hadn't even been awake.
Janey flushed, embarrassed but also exhilarated by the idea. "Good morning," she croaked.
He chuckled and cupped the underside of a breast to plump it up. "Nice tits," he said admiringly.
"Oh." Not much else to say to that.
"I've been sucking them," he added unnecessarily and then dipped his head to do just that.
"I see," she gasped. "Is this how you always wake up your mistresses? By kissing and stroking them until they c-come?"
He popped the nipple out of his mouth. "You're not my mistress. And nobody sleeps with me after the first night."
"How—uh—how often does your phone go off while you're sleeping?"
"Every couple of hours. Time zones are the killer. It's not so bad now because I'm on vacation. You know, I really like the way your nipples protrude like that. They have a perfect conical shape." He pinched one and rolled it between his fingers.
She squirmed. "Thanks for the feedback."
He smiled. "You're going to get over your hangups this week, Janey. If a guy doesn't want to fuck those juicy tits, it's probably because he's gay." He lowered his head again and began to nibble, then sucked her flesh in and drew on it strongly.
She made a strangled sound. "You're a morning person, aren't you?"
"Very much so," he murmured. "What are you cooking us for breakfast?"
She couldn't believe how cheerful he sounded. His body felt so intimate next to her, especially his cock rubbing against her thigh. As if sensing her thoughts, he found her hand and brought it to him. Instinctively her fingers wrapped around his flesh, or tried to. Last night, Janey hadn't really been paying attention to how he felt in her hand. His shaft was smooth, too thick to completely circumnavigate, with an intriguing kind of yielding hardness. She'd honestly never felt anything like it.
"That feels awesome," he said, almost purring. "What do you say to pancakes and bacon?"
"It's up to you, you're the one cooking." She could hear the tremor in her voice. Nyall Anderson in the normal course of events was hot enough. But Nyall Anderson in bed in the morning was scorching. He was like a cat in heat, bent on his own pleasure.
"Must I? I'd like to eat something edible." He thrust his hips, moving his shaft through her fingers. My, that thing is long. For the first time, Janey took into account its length and girth and began to doubt it would fit where it was supposed to go.
Nyall was talking again. "I'm going to need my strength today if we're going to spend it having sex."
"Yes," she breathed, squeezing him. He twitched and grew. It was nice, but a little alarming. "Which reminds me…"
"Mm?"
"This whole naked thing you want me to do just won't work today."
"Why not? I've been looking forward to watching you wander around without a stitch of clothing on." He covered her hand with his own and showed her how to move it. Together, they pumped his shaft.
Janey struggled to focus. Touching him like this was unbelievably racy and exciting. All these years, she'd missed out on this. It was tragic.
"Your larder is empty. I have a—a huge shopping list that I have to go out and buy."
"No problem," he said. "You're allowed to wear clothes when you go out." His breathing quickened. "Hold on, Janey." He turned, shifted her so she was lying on her side, hooked a leg over her hip, and then his cock was rubbing up and down her belly.
She could feel him shaking. Her own excitement became unmanageable. Just as she registered how turned on she was by his blatant arousal, he emitted a low groan and his cock slid between her breasts.
"I want to come on you," he said intently.
"W-what?" Janey thought she'd misheard.
"Ejaculate on you. Sound good?"
Janey gulped and shuddered with anticipation. It sounded dirty and intimate and fantastic. "All-all right. What do I…what should I…"
"You don't have to do anything except lie here and be gorgeous." Janey felt his hand on her hip and his cock slide along her abdomen. He smelled wonderful, musky and a little cinnamony.
She craned her neck and with widened eyes watched his features tighten, eyes narrowing and mouth stretching into a grimace. His hand moved to his shaft and pumped it, then his hips drove up once, twice through the channel created by her breasts and then he grunted, which had to be the sexiest sound on earth. Janey grasped his ribcage just as a wet flood of warmth spilled over her bare skin.
Then there was a strange, exotic aroma that she knew must be his semen.
He froze against her and she felt his hard body straining like that, hot and tight-skinned for several seconds before he dropped a kiss on her breast, easing away and finally collapsing onto his back with a whooshing noise.
Janey glanced down at herself, then quickly rolled over onto her own back. His seed was glistening all over her chest. She reached up to touch it with a finger.
She was startled when her finger was joined by his hand. Open-jawed, she watched as his larger palm spread his fluids around on her skin, rubbing it into her breasts, over the nipples.
"That," he said, sounding very contented, "could become my new favorite way to wake up. Better than coffee." He traced his moist fingertip over her lip, and Janey automatically opened her mouth and tasted him. She trembled.
"Janey, are you on the pill?"
"N-no."
"Pity. All right. We'd better get up and you need a shower. One trip to the store," he said. "That's all you're allowed. The rest of the time I want you here with me and naked."
Janey shivered and her loins began to suffer that pinching sensation again.
He kissed her mouth, then lightly squeezed her breast. "You need to be careful not to let my semen touch your pussy, sweetheart. Babies have been conceived from less. Do you understand? Should I bathe you to be sure?"
"No, I'm fine. Although I wouldn't mind having you wash me," she said bashfully.
"Another time, definitely. I'm starving and you must be, too. I don't want you weeping."
It took a moment for her to get the reference to her statement on the elevator. He remembered that?
"Hurry up," he said, pushing her to the edge of the bed. "I'll make eggs and tea and microwave some oatmeal. What do you say to that?"
"Meh," she said as her stomach growled. She suddenly realized she was ravenous. "I guess I could make pancakes and bacon for us." She stood up, then looked down at him longingly while he scanned her body with open enjoyment.
"Don't look like that," he said regretfully. "I want to pleasure you right now as much as you want it, Janey, but it's too risky with my jizz all over you. Shower and then eat and then we fuck like rabbits."
His lecherous speech made Janey feel alluring and innocent at the same time. She was glad that he wasn't babying her just because she was a virgin. What he'd just done with her this morning alone would be fodder for sexy dreams for half a lifetime, she was sure.
She was about to go do what he said when she turned back abruptly. "The naked thing," she said. "In the kitchen you have to wear clothes for safety."
"You're permitted an apron and oven mitts while we're puttering around in the kitchen. You don't need anything else. Work for you?"
"I guess," she said reluctantly.
"Don't you want to be naked?"
"Not really," she said. "Well, maybe. I don't know."
"Trust me, you'll like it, at least after a bit of practice."
"How do you know?"
He smiled, but didn't answer.
She nibbled her lip. "I don't have any clean clothes up here, Nyall. They're in the van."
"I'll get them. Keys?"
"In my purse in one of the totes."
"What do I bring up?"
"Two more silver totes, plus a little suitcase."
"Right. Oh, before I forget, Janey." He got up and went over to a chair and dug through his pants pocket. "Here. Front door, lobby door, building card for after hours. The code is here."