EroticReverie

Bryce

I don't go upstairs and kiss Layla good morning, but I do go upstairs and sit and watch television, staring at the closed bedroom door, my foot bouncing, wondering if I SHOULD go in there and kiss her.  

But, today was a new day, and , maybe she meant it, that she thought it was a mistake. Maybe once I'd stepped back, she realized she didn't want to go there with me. 

A few hours later when the door opens to the bedroom of the suite and she steps out, her dark hair a mess and her eyes squinting her mouth open on a yawn. I just smile at how fucking perfect she is. 

"Why in gods name are you up this early?" her voice is groggy and still sleep filled, and I smile, thankful for the fact it's not awkward. 

"You snore." I say. 

She scrunches her nose. "I do not." 

"Do so. Like a fucking car without a muffler" I say and she lifts a hand, flicks me the finger. 

"Ass." she mutters and then walks barefoot in her flannel pjs to the kitchen area and starts a pot of coffee. 

"Your hair looks good." I say and she narrows her eyes and flips the finger at me again. 

I smile. "not a morning person?" I ask. 

"I need caffeine before I can properly insult you back." she says and I chuckle and turn the station to the weather and look at the forecast, more snow dumping on us through the day and she walks over while waiting for the coffee. 

"Damn." she says. 

"Yeah, looks like it's a good thing Carl reserved the rooms a few extra days." I say and she nods. 

And I wonder if she's thinking what I am, about how I'm going to manage to keep my mouth off her, my hands off her for another day or two. 

"So what do you wanna do today?" I ask her and she grumbles and sinks off the arm of the couch and into the seat.  

"Sleep" she says. "take naps." she yawns and I watch as she rolls her ankles and stretches her feet and lays her head back. 

"Get a massage maybe" she hums. 

"I could give you one...you'd have to be naked though. It's when I do my best work." I say, testing the waters, to see if my sexual comments are still allowed after kissing her last night. 

"I'd rather have my face eaten off by a grizzly bear." she says and I smirk. 

"I'd rather have all my limbs gnawed off and-"

"Alright, got it...geeze, you're even more cruel in the morning." I say, teasing her and she shrugs. 

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While she drinks her coffee, I take a quick shower and then change into jeans and a long black thermal and slip on some black socks and throw on a black beanie hat and make my way back out to her, and she's already dressed. In a pair of blue jeans and a cream colored cowl neck sweater. Her hair brushed, but up in a messy bun as she peers over her coffee at a pamphlet on the counter of the suites kitchenette. 

When she lifts her eyes, I don't miss the way her eyes roam over me briefly or the way she swallows slowly when she spies my beanie on my head. She says nothing and looks back down at the pamphlet. 

"Says here, next week they're holding a senior citizens match making event....maybe you can meet a nice old lady." she says and I smirk as I walk over and behind her and peek over her shoulder. 

"You going to get a nice sugar daddy at the event?" I ask her and place my hands on the counter on either side of her, and subtly smell her. I loved the fucking smell of her. 

"Sugar daddy?" she asks. "Singular?" She makes a sound, blowing air through her lips. 

"It's like you don't know me at all Donovan...I'm going to have a harem of old wrinkly daddies, and I'll be able to quit my job, retire as a whore to my dear Alfred, Seymour and Fred."  she says and I laugh. 

"You're going to have to buy Viagra in bulk." I say as I lean over her shoulder a bit more, giving myself an excuse to crowd her more, till my chest is to her back.  I swear I see her shiver and smile to myself. 

"Gross." she says and I laugh and then don't know why I do it, but I kiss the side of her cheek, before pushing off the counter. 

"You're the one that wanted the harem of old men." I tell her and turn and pour myself a cup of coffee and take a nice long sip , and then another. 

She set's her coffee down and turns. 

"I can't do this." she says with a huff. 

I cock a brow. "I'm sure Seymour and ...whoever the other two were will understand." I say. 

She rolls her eyes. 

"Fuck off Donovan, you know what I mean." she says and crosses her arms. 

"I can't pretend like we didn't fricken kiss last night." she says and I take another sip of coffee, swallowing hard, gulping it down and setting my mug down and mimic her, crossing my arms. 

"you said it was a mistake...so..we'll just treat it as a mistake. what's done is done." I say. 

"YOU said it was a mistake, not me!" she says, dropping her arms and then putting them on her hips. 

"I never said that." I say. "I did not call that kiss a mistake." 

She rolls her eyes. "Well you said something that didn't sound like a raving review." 

"I said it was a bad idea. Not that it was a mistake." I say. 

"Same difference. Fact is YOU said it first. " she says and her mouth grows tight, and she's getting all angry and worked up. And shit, it was getting me angry and worked up that she'd try to put words in my mouth. 

"Not the same difference. A mistake indicated that I wish I could take it back." I say. 

"Well you clearly want to." she says. "You're acting like it didnt even happen!" she raises her voice and I clench my jaw. 

"Because I thought its what YOU wanted!" I argue with her. 

"Oh sure, it's MY fault, IM the one that crawled into bed with YOU, told you i wanted to kiss YOU goodnight." she says. 

"oh jesus Layla" I say and run a hand up through my hair and take the beanie off and slam it on the counter. 

"just admit it! You wish you hadnt !" she says. 

"why's it matter?! you said it was a mistake!" I yell at her. 

"Dont yell at me!" she says and then steps forward and shoves me in the chest. "Dont you DARE yell at me!" she says and my nostrils flare. 

Both of us stand there, breathing angrily, scowling at one another. 

The next second I'm catching a flying Layla who is throwing herself at me , as I throw myself at her, and our mouths crash together, and she's climbing on me like a tree as she presses her mouth to mine hard and wraps her arms around my neck and I grab her ass in her jeans and part her mouth with my tongue and we both groan. Her head tilting one way and then another as she wraps those legs even tighter and I squeeze her ass in my hands. 

"You drive me fucking crazy" I growl at her.

"Shut up" she says and kisses me again and I set her on the counter so I can put my hands elsewhere on her.

"I'd never call kissing you a fucking mistake" I growl as she pulls at my shirt, and lifts it up. 

"I said shut up" she hisses and I laugh slightly as she pulls my shirt up and off me. 

"You shut up" I tell her and then grab her sweater and lift it, she lifts her arms, letting me pull it right off and I look down at her nude lace bra and groan. 

"Fucking hell Layla" I curse as I slide my hands up her sides and right under them. 

"my favorite sugar tits" I say and she swats my hand and I laugh and she does slightly and then throws her arm back around my neck and kisses me as I reach behind her with one hand and unclasp her bra with my fingers. 

"Good job" she says as I get it on the first try. I laugh slightly against her mouth. 

"Impressed?" I ask as I pull the straps down her shoulders and we kiss each other. 

"No" she says and I laugh and then pull her bra away, and don't even look down, I just put my hands to her back and pull her to me, feeling her bare tits against my chest. 

"You're not taking any fucking naps today Layla." I tell her. 

she lets out a little laugh. 

"Think you can go all day Bryce?" she taunts and bites my lip and I groan. 

"With you? Are you kidding?" I ask and reach down to her jeans and unbutton them, still not allowing myself to look at her bare breasts, because I know I'll want to just stare and stare at them. 

"I have to beat Seymour and his cronies for you." I say and she laughs. 

"god, shutup, you idiot" she says and I smirk as she pulls me in and I start to pull on her jeans, she squirms and then leans back and lifts her ass, letting me pull them off and then, then my eyes go to her tits. 

"fuck" I mutter, pulling her jeans off as quickly as possible. 

"God...you're so fucking beautiful." I say shaking my head and my hands slide up her thighs and up over her stomach and my thumbs just caress her skin beneath her breasts as I look at them. 

"Fuck..you have some gorgeous fucking tits Layla" I say, absolutely stunned. 

"I know." she says and I smirk, looking at her and back down at them. 

"They sit so fucking nice." I tell her and lean down and she whimpers when I kiss her stomach instead of her breasts. 

"you have got..the hottest...fucking body." I say in between leaving kisses around her navel. 

"I've always been so fucking jealous of every guy that's been fucking blessed enough to look at this body, to kiss it, touch it...." I growl. "To fuck it." 

She whimpers again. "Bryce" she says my name almost breathlessly as I spread her legs and move down. My tongue licking over the matching nude lace panty she has on. 

Her breath hitches. 

"You ever call the things I do to you a mistake ever again Layla" I growl. 

"sh-shut up" she stammers as my breath pushes against her sex as I speak. 

I slide a hand up her inner thigh. 

"Get ready little Loxley" I say and drag a tongue up over her panties again. 

"Cause I plan to ruin any other man for you."