Vacation sex always feels somehow more decadent than at home, as if a strange place and strange bed encourages a change from the usual – even when the usual is fantastic. We had been in New Orleans for a couple days when a late night out listening to amazing music had left me completely exhausted. ‘Totally worth it,’ I thought sleepily, as I curled into Erik’s warm arms. ‘I’ll make it up to him tomorrow,’ I promised myself, and drifted off to sleep.
I had been having the most amazing dream and felt like I was on the edge of cumming, but as I slowly came awake I realized that it was no dream – there was a hand on my pussy gently playing with my clit and a hand on my nipples, twisting and pinching lightly. Erik must have realized I was waking up because he lightly nipped at the back of my neck. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I decided it was time to wake up.” With his body pressed against me I could feel how hard he was and realized that with as wet as I was, he must have been playing with me for a while. I turned to face him but he stopped me and pulled me closer, grabbing my leg and pulling it over his so I was even more exposed. His fingers moved faster as he kissed and bit my neck and I started squirming against him.