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An empty and cold bed in the morning is normal for him. And if he were in the middle of a mission he would even wake before the light of the sun. In the vast depths of his subconscious, he still innately knows he would wake alone. It's still dark right now, with no faint light breaching through the sheer curtains covering his windows.
It would be rare for him to wake with any lingering and comforting warmth beside him in the morning, or the tickling feeling of her hair brushing against his face.
That rare morning is today. Her sweet scent permeates through his pillows and trails up towards his nose. His long inhale savours all the top notes of her perfume that stained her skin and had pressed onto him throughout the night. Her kiss tingles against his lips, the very memory of it rousing him from his slumber. She's still sleeping next to him, her warm and soft body gently raising and falling with her breaths.
Still basking in the afterglow of their night together, his fingertips lazily draws circles and random shapes against her warm skin. It's euphoric, the images that his mind conjures of their night together vividly plays out in front of him as if it were his own private and titillating show.
Her lithe body strapped in black and above him, her hips grinding and rolling onto him. He can still feel the single droplet of sweat that slithered down his spine and sent shivers that rattled throughout his body. Their climax was explosive, not unlike any other they've shared. The very notion of it entices him to chase for her again. Her being there this morning is enough to roll her underneath him again.
A blush warms at his cheeks. He's enticed by her kiss prints that had faded, the remnants of the light red colour is painted in layers along the few blooms of pinks along his neck and chest.
The rising sun slowly kisses along the horizon and the morning light begins to flood his bedroom in its soft white light. Ada yawns and stretches like a tiny and sly creature, her little mews akin to a cat before her small frame curls inward to tuck herself closer into him. She looks well rested, her face relaxed and gentle. The soft slope of her cheek along with her lips are still an alluring shade of pink.
He's much more tired than her, his entire body still aches from last night.
It's blissful, quiet and warm. A feeling he so rarely experiences, he greedily craves for more.
With the world they live in, he desires and deserves this every once in a while. Call it gluttony, or his devotion to the idea of love - but it's a simple pleasure to wake with his lover still beside him in his bed.
His fingers grazes affectionately along the curves of her body, dipping into her waist and raising towards her hips. A strong grasp of his hands slips underneath the soft cotton of his blankets and gathers her for a kiss. She tastes sinfully sweet, her tongue tempting him for a more impassioned kiss - but instead their kiss ends with her lips playfully pouting in a chaste peck. Her smirk isn't shy or subtle, neither is the raise of her brows as he desperately chases her for another kiss. The urge to ravish each other until the day is gone is still there, the warmth growing deep within their loins and surging upward to the rest of their bodies.
Patience is a virtue though, and she loves playing the long game.
And it's still too early though. It's barely 8AM. And it's entirely possible to fall asleep again without waking up too late in the afternoon. His body needs the rest, and frankly he's surprised she doesn't need more sleep either. She had been the one with the reigns last night.
A long silent yawn stretches out his mouth in a wide O and he turns to face her, his rough fingertips gently brushing aside her dark locks that shields her eyes. Her lashes flutter, sleep still laced in her voice as she mumbles.
He loves her voice in the mornings. It's a small feat that he's sure not many are privy to, even if it's just a muddle of sounds and noises. It humours him, his lips turning into a lazy grin.
"Hm?" He questions her with a simple hum. But she merely brushes into him again with her cheek pressed into his bare skin.
With a large long breath, his eyes slowly begin to close as he slips away again. Sleep steadily takes over his body. His limbs lose feeling one by one and his head grows fuzzy and dark.
His body suddenly jolts. Woken up from his brief slumber by the incessant buzzing of his phone that vibrates against the nightstand. It's loud, the sound of it travelling across the wood as it continues to ring.
Ada groans lightly, her deft fingers grabbing the device and laying it blindly into his open palm. He bleary reads the screen with one of his eyes still shut.
It's an unfamiliar number he barely remembers. Ordinarily he would ignore calls on his days off, and he really should ignore it. But he ultimately decides to slide his thumb across the screen and answer the call.
His mouth opens to greet his caller, but as soon as the call connects, the caller had already begun speaking loudly into the receiver.
"Hey Leon! I hope I didn't wake you! I know it's early but I'm in town! I was hoping to catch up!"
A feminine sounding voice is projected from the speaker of his phone. Ada's lips purse, her interest is piqued at the caller, but she remains motionless and quietly perched on top of him. Though another soft yawn causes her lips to part and her fingers swiftly raise to shield her mouth.
Leon's unsure how someone could speak so much in so little time, the rattling of sentences seemingly never ending as she continues to yap about her travels.
Ada appears to not care about his morning caller, but subtly listens as his caller rambles on. Her eyes briefly make contact with his and watches him as he awkwardly nods along to the conversation despite not needing to.
Though one could argue that the 'conversation' hadn't quite started yet, that would imply two speaking participants. And Leon hadn't been able to get a single syllable in. After a minute or so, a natural pause finally ensues and allows him to speak.
"Hey! I'm doing good. Hey listen, I'm kind of busy with work at the moment."
Ada's eyes lightly squint - he's lying, he has vacation days for at least another week and a half.
"Oh, you're always working! Man, I don't even know what you do for work, you can't get out of it at all?"
Ada can only describe his hum in response as polite, though his tone is questionable. Ada doesn't see the call ending anytime soon, his morning caller's persistence is seemingly never ending as she continues to prattle on about her weekend. It's entertaining, seeing him try to reason his way out of the call.
Another lie slips out again, "I really can't, I just really need to get through a few case files for work... Maybe next time? It'll be my treat."
Ada hears more of her voice, seemingly unperturbed with the constant half flirtatious calls to beckon Leon out of his apartment. Ada hums, not loud enough for anyone on the phone to hear, but enough for Leon to glance down at her as her fingers taps in a lazy melodic rhythm onto his chest.
He half smiles, still attempting to get out of the call. But his persistence is futile against his caller.
"Anyways I was really hoping to see you again, I'll be in town for a while! I have a lot to do! and I just - "
Leon hums occasionally while his eyes lazily begin to trail around his bedroom. Ada watches his eyes circle the corners of the ceiling, over towards the window, his nightstand, the clock on his nightstand. His free hand raises to press against his temples then down his face to squeeze at his nose bridge.
He's too chivalrous to just end the call.
A questionable sound slips out of him. Be it surprise or just a sudden reflex reaction towards the swift movements of the blankets. He blinks twice at the sheets and notices the disappearance of Ada's frame.
She's clearly hiding underneath the grey blankets, her dark hair still peaks out from the edges before the rest of her head is tucked in. His throat rumbles with that noise again, at the feeling of warm presses of her lips down his chest and torso. His thighs tense at her touch, and a sharp swelling feeling erupts from between his legs. Tingles ripples throughout his body and down his spine as her fingers splay into his happy trail and playfully tickles him towards the base of his cock.
It was morning of course, and she's beyond happy to see what she gets to work with.
His eyes suddenly roll, his mouth falling open in a sharp exhale as her warm breath fans over the length of his cock. Her hand never strays from the base or his hips, always teasing just around the area and never the sweet spots.
He sharply exhales, his free hand slipping underneath to grasp at her wrist and halting her movements. But his movements are hindered by his phone still pressed against his ear. Ada easily grips at his wrist to keep his hand pinned against his stomach. With no use either of his hands, his thighs awkwardly shuffle underneath the blankets. It's a mistake though; in doing so he gives her ample space, allowing her to rest more comfortably between his thighs.
Leon's caller prattles on. Now talking about her flight into town and her accommodations and needing to stress on the luxurious and expansive space of her hotel bed.
He perks up nervously, noticing he hadn't said much so far, "isn't that place kind of expensive for you?"
Even Ada stops when she feels him suddenly cringing at how obtuse his question is.
"Have you been?" Her voice questions him curiously.
Leon takes a while to answer, the blood leaving his brain makes basic sentence formatting nearly impossible.
"I - think I - stayed a night or two."
He blissfully recounts the instances of meeting with Ada in one of those lush hotel rooms. Standing behind her on their secluded balcony. With Ada overlooking the city, her hands delicately wrapped around the railing, while Leon was desperately trying to hide what they were doing. Or the times they shared within the glass showers. With large exquisite looking mirrors that reflected them as they pressed their wet, naked bodies against each other. The very idea of that damn hotel rouses more of his tantalizing memories.
Another twinge at his cock has more of the blood leaving his brain. His legs fall inward at the touch of Ada's warm hand stroking along the base of his throbbing cock. She relishes in feeling him swell and harden against her delicate fingers. Her view of him is obscured while she's underneath the blankets. But she can still see and feel the wet bead of precum leaking from the tip and coating her fingertips in his sticky essence.
" - really? What were you doing that had you staying there?"
He chokes on his words at the feeling of Ada's warm mouth enveloping the entirety of the head of his cock. Her tongue swirling against the tip and dragging down the underside has him sputtering into strangled coughs.
"Uh Leon? Are you awake yet??"
"- Yeeah, uhh, I, just am under the weather also - "
Ada's relentless. Giving him little warning or warm up before she begins a agonizing pace. She tongues the tip, swirling and suckling along the sides of the shaft. Each tremor from his cock only makes her tongue flatten and lick along the spot.
His face flushes shamefully into a shade of pink. He's distracted and he can't even see her as her hand continually pumps him and his thick shaft oozes more of his slick and noisily coats his cock.
She finally releases his hand from his stomach, her hands now wrapped around the base as more sloppy kisses are peppered up and down the shaft.
His phone is grabbed and pinched between his ear and shoulder, freeing both of his hands to shuffle the blankets away from them.
The large whiny moan he utters is one that could barely be excused as a yawn. Though he prays it was quiet and distorted enough that his phone didn't pick up on the sound.
Ada lays between his thighs, prettily stroking his soaked cock while pressing her warm wet lips in a flurry of kisses against the length.
She's worshipping his cock, the sight of her doing so nearly causes him to prematurely finish, but he manages to focus with a shaky gasp of air.
His cock looks heavy in her hand, the weight of it nearly slapping into her palm as she teases him with her coy smile and her tongue that licks at her lips.
"Leon!? Are you listening?"
"- eehyyeah..."
Ada's soft warm breasts press into his bare thighs. Her head bobs up and down, taking him as far down her throat as she can muster. His toes sharply curl and his feet suddenly need to find purchase against the bed to stabilize himself. Each wet kiss and swirl of his tongue sends his thighs into a frenzy of twitches and shudders. His phone nearly falls away from his ear as his hands are suddenly immobilized by her tight grip on his wrists.
An audible pop can be heard as her lips slides off of his cock. One of her hands warns him while gently releasing her grip, and she generously tucks the phone closer towards his ear.
She silently shushes him with her index finger pointing towards the ceiling. Her finger sensuously drags down her lips and presents the pink flesh of her bottom lip.
His hand quickly reaches for his phone again, keeping it pinned against his ear despite his phone feeling burning hot in his hand.
"Yeah yeah, I just- I'm really busy, I'm sorry - "
"Well you can talk right now right? I have so much to tell you!"
He tightly fists the sheets with his other hand, his teeth are clenched as he tries his best to keep his mouth snapped shut. His tense jaw suddenly releases, feeling a small reprise as Ada sits up onto his thighs. Two of her fingers trace into her folds and slowly dip into herself as she spreads herself wide in his view.
Another throb of his cock twitches against his thigh. And Ada seemingly licks her lips at each delicious looking vein protruding from the shaft. His head is fuzzy, unfocused on everything else except what he sees in front of him. The voice in his phone is going through one ear and out the other, it's only his own heart thudding and his ears ringing now.
She's purposeful, her hands cupping at her breasts are reminiscent of how his hands would do so. Her fingers that delve into her pussy are slow, sticky and soaked in her sweet juices. His teeth loudly clench together, his body is so taunt that nearly every muscle is on display. Her fingers part from her core, though a sticky string of clear slick connects between her appendages.
If he weren't on a phone call, he would've buried his tongue in between her thighs already.
The gasp that slips from his lips is impossible to ignore. He can't stop it. The entire scene slows into a lustful vision as he watches her hips slowly raise, the head of his cock inching in, and then the delicious stretch of her pussy as she slams down onto him and reaches the base of his cock.
"oh FUCK-"
The warm velvety walls of her pussy hug at his entire length, the head of his cock is pressed flushed inside of her and grazing the soft spongy spot there. His entire lower half twitches uncontrollably, while his chest tenses with a sharp breath.
"Leon? Are you okay?"
Ada shushes him, this time more forceful with her fingers pressed against his lips. He doesn't mind when the tip of her finger is gently pressed inside of his mouth and onto his tongue. It's still damp, he can taste her on it but it's not quite the same.
"No, sorry, I dropped something, shit..."
He manages to speak while controlling his breath the best he can. She sits with him fully inside of her, her hips slowly swirling in circles onto him and letting him feel every inch inside of her hot wet pussy. His upper half suddenly relaxs, his tense shoulders slumping against his pillow. His teeth lightly graze and bite along her fingertip that's still pressed against his lips.
She entertains his bite, it's not nearly hard enough to break skin. But her tongue clicks, unimpressed with his action. Her finger presses further onto his tongue, and a smile curls onto her lips as he responds with a soft suckle. She hums quietly, happy with this and gently pulls her finger away.
Ada leans back, with her hands finding purchase behind her so she's perched on to his thighs. Her back arches and her full breasts are on display for him. Her hips lift in an agonizing slow roll before she quietly thrusts herself onto him.
He seemingly tries to end the conversation, and yet Ada can still hear her voice going on from his phone.
Ada retaliates with an audible slap of skin.
He covers the noise by clearing his throat, his brows tightly knit together in annoyance. His jaw clenches again, but his eyes are stuck on her full breasts in his view. Each of her pert nipples bounces in rhythm with how her body moves. Her pussy hugs his cock with each roll of her hips. His length disappearing inside of her each time and reappearing with his shaft coated in a thin glistening sheen of their juices.
It's intoxicating, his eyes darken at the sight. His chest heaves with quiet slow breaths as he tries to maintain a normal sounding tone to his voice.
"I really need to go - "
"Oh please! If we can't hang out, you can at least have a phone call with me -"
"- this is a really bad time actually, I-"
His voice is caught in his throat, watching Ada as she tightly grips his thigh with her hand, with her other hand grazing along her breasts, pinching at her nipples and dancing her fingertips along her neck and lips. She selfishly takes him all the way down, slamming her hips on to him. He can feel her body tensing as she's found her favourite spot. He's reeling in a state of withheld ecstasy as she's pulsating around him.
Her fingertip slides along her wet tongue, giving him an alluring display of her lustfilled desire for him. Her hand slowly slithers down her body and tightly swirls her swollen clit between her fingers.
His stomach flutters, feeling his engorged cock tightly squeezed around her walls. She swirls her hips just enough. Her pussy hungrily swallowing him up, until she feels impossibly full with him inside of her.
She's bouncing on his cock with zero abandon. His eyes suddenly widen, watching her getting closer and closer, her thighs shaking and wavering in rhythm. Her dark lashes flutter closed, her black hair bouncing around her face. Her mouth falls agape and her legs stutter. The voice from his phone is merely chatter, his ears ring with a high pitched hum.
The phone quickly falls away from his ear, his hand carelessly dropping it against the bed as his hands squeeze at Ada's hips painfully. Her quivering walls hug and squeeze at him, bringing him nearly to the edge. He swears he can hear her moans starting, and his lips tightly seal against hers, swallowing all of her little moans and whines. She soaks his cock, her walls fluttering around him in tight pulses as she cums.
Her kisses are hungrier than his as she selfishly nips at his bottom lip. It hits him suddenly, his groans louder than hers. She muffles him with her hand while she rolls her hips on to him. Skin slaps quietly as he fills her, flooding her walls with his hot sticky seed and spilling inside. The bloom of warmth between them is unbearably hot, while the sweat forming on his body is suddenly slick feeling.
His fingers finally release, feeling the bruising feeling immediately blooming against her skin. Her palm covering his mouth is hot and moist as his breath is caught there.
He's too slow, his head still lightheaded with all the blood in his body redirected in between his legs.
Ada's fingers grab at his phone, her voice purring into the receiver.
"He's really busy doing something right now, thanks for calling - "
She abruptly ends the call. The final tones beep twice until the light of his phone turns dark.
"I'm doing something?" he pants, finally able to audibly groan and moan before hungrily planting another kiss on her lips. She's just as noisy, thrilled at the thought of someone possibly knowing what they were doing.
In his euphoric filled high, his hands find the bruises on her hips. He lifts her slightly so he can watch his sticky seed spilling out of her.
"Well, more like I was doing something, you were just laying there," she smirks, her eyes briefly catching the sight as well.
Their eyes meet, a slight twinkle appearing in both of their gazes.
"Well, let me 'do something' now."
A firm rut of his hips brings her closer to him, her lips brushing against his lobe as she whispers.
"Hmmm, be my guest - I've got all week."