Early enough to do... other things.
She had reached for two 'Fresh Morning' mints from the bowl on the bedside table and put one in her mouth. And then, after the mint had crumbled into powder and dissolved, she'd kissed him awake, laving her tongue over his lips until his eyes flickered open and focused on her.
"Open up," she'd said, and she'd placed the other 'Fresh Morning' disc into his mouth.
While the mint crumbled in his mouth, she had matter-of-factly climbed on top of him, the amount of full body contact as she did so not quite an accident. She scissored her legs around him as she comfortably settled herself on his body.
"Good morning, Miss Banet," he said.
She smiled down at him as his arms went around her, her rapidly hardening nipples pressing into the muscles of his chest.
"Good morning," she said.
She lowered her head and kissed him again, slow and luxurious, one questing hand feeling its way down his body. He stiffened as her fingers wrapped possessively around him. She grinned at that, enjoying his reaction to her touch, her control of him, warmth flooding through her body as she felt him thickening and lengthening in her hand. She stroked him, answering his rumble of pleasure by deepening the kiss, tongue flicking out, her own purr of enjoyment coming from the back of her throat as his hand stroked its way down her spine.
She broke the kiss, gasping, getting some air, staring down at him and meeting his eyes before bringing her lips back down to his mouth again. He jerked once, his hands going tight on her skin and she felt the thick and sticky warmth of his liquid on her hand as it traveled over his glans.
The explosion of need as she felt his cum on her fingers was instant, and she couldn't have stopped herself even if she had wanted to. She abruptly left his lips and lifted herself over his body, her movements feverish and quick. She held him in her hand as she positioned herself, accepting his help as his hands went to her hips, guiding her over him. Raw feminine instinct came to the fore again as she felt him touch her, the tip of his cock roughly parting her netherlips, and she let out a quiet hiss through clenched teeth as she sank down and sheathed him inside her body, eyes closing as she felt him fill her up, his hands tightening on her waist.
She put her hands down on his chest, bracing herself, quivering as she took a moment to acclimate herself to his presence, before she started to move, rolling her lower body forward and backward, sliding him in and out of her pussy. He let out a pleasured grunt, his hands exploring her belly and hips, stroking and caressing her as she arched to his touch. She met his eyes again, watched them as they traveled from her face to her breasts, the brown points of her nipples goosepimpled and pointing, down past her belly to the low strip of hair between her legs, feeling heat blossom all through her body as she felt his hunger for her. She lowered herself down to kiss him, his arms encircling her as their lips met, his body thrusting up to meet her.
Then she began to ride him in earnest, lifting herself until he was nearly exiting from her body before taking him inside her again. Her gasps turned to sharp little squeals as his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing, his fingers closing around her painfully erect nipples so her every movement sent a shock of sensation through her body. She collapsed on top of him when he released her, her breasts and belly melding against his body as she abandoned any semblance of control, all thought receding, her squeals becoming louder and more frequent, his answering thrusts driving her to the edge. He suddenly lifted his head and captured one painfully swollen nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.
Her orgasm hit then, a gush of lubrication flooding out of her vagina, and Honor screamed, her body stiffening on top of him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her breasts, crying out again as his mouth swallowed in her other nipple.
She recovered to the happy reality that he was still hard, still wonderfully present inside her. She cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him, slowly, teasing him with her tongue as she continued to move on top of him, smiling as his hands clutched at her. She rode him determinedly, unhurried, the full length of her body moving on top of his, watching for the telltale signs that he was about to reach his own peak, her own coos and gasps of pleasure encouraging him to let go.
She felt it--the sudden tensing of his body, the way the hands on her breast and hip suddenly went tight, and in the next moment, she lifted herself off him.
Honor ignored his growl of protest, ignored the sudden ache of emptiness between her legs as she hurriedly scrambled down his body to take his liquid coated erection in her hand. She could smell herself on him, the heady combination of her cum and the starchy scent of his own as she lowered her head to take him into her mouth. His loud gasp and the utterly gratifying way his body jerked as her lips closed around his cock told her all she needed to know.
That she was just in time. Her mouth was barely on him before he let out a loud gasp, his body stiffening under her. Honor braced herself as she felt him grasp her head, his fingers getting entangled in her hair, crying out, his entire body lifting off the bed as she firmly locked her lips around him, stroking herself, fingering her clit to carry her over the edge with him.
It was a mouthful and then some - he'd had time to recover as they slept - and she took in and swallowed as much as she could, but she was still unable to prevent some from escaping her lips. And then, just as abruptly, he was done, his body relaxing, his hands loosening on her head.
She stayed to 'clean' him up, carefully lapping up what had escaped and sucking to remove what was left, before proceeding to bathe his member with her tongue, halting its wilting in its tracks. She heard his sharp intake of breath as her tongue made its journey to his balls, her hand wrapping around and stroking his member as she opened her mouth to swallow each one in turn. He growled, writhing fitfully under her as she took him back into her mouth minutes later, her head bobbing up and down, her lips tight around him as he rapidly returned to full mast.
His hands suddenly grasped her head again as he cried out her name. She gasped at the sudden surge of need and heat between her legs as her body responded to the starchy taste and scent of his precum on her tongue, lips locking tight as she automatically swallowed. She continued to suck him, careful and meticulous, allowing his body's reaction to her ministrations to guide her until he released another small load of liquid for her to swallow away. She took her mouth off him at last, breathing hard as she rapidly crawled up over his body. Her movements were feverish as she straddled him and set him at her entrance before sinking down on him again with a breathless sob of pleasure.
She began to ride him immediately, bouncing him in and out of her pussy, hands on braced on his chest for balance. His eyes were open and locked on hers as his hands went to her waist, her breasts, her neck, caressing, fondling, grasping, his body rising up to meet her. Then his hands spread around her back and he brought her down to capture her mouth. Honor grunted against his lips as his hands grasped and molested her butt, their bodies melding together, her hips still rolling him in and out of her body. Then she gasped again, startled as Marq's arms suddenly wrapped tighter around her, his body lifting and flipping them both in a casual display of strength. Then her back was on the bed and he was on top of her, his sudden move almost taking him out of her body before he thrust himself back inside her, a growl of pleasure in his throat.
She came, taken over the edge as much by the force of his re-entry as she was by the sudden surge of arousal at the ease with which he had manhandled her body into position. She clutched at him, crying out and arching against him before he roughly captured her lips again, silencing her as warm liquid flooded out of her pussy...
Mongkhut made another turn, pressing on the horn as he overtook a slow-moving bus, and Honor found herself sharply returned to the present. A glance at the clock on the navigation screen in the door panel showed that Chailai had been making no idle boast about Mongkhut's abilities - somehow, he had shaved over ten minutes off their journey, and Honor resolved right then and there to present him with whatever was left of the Baht notes in her purse when they reached the airport, whether she made check-in or not.
She forced herself to relax; being late for a flight... for 'anything' really, was an unfamiliar experience.
It was all 'his' fault, she thought peevishly, lips going into an unconscious pout as she leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs yet again. It was a meaningless gesture - it did nothing to quell the heat between them, or stop her nipples from visibly pointing through her top, two engorged points of brown through the white fabric. The still sticky layer of male cum between her thighs and the accompanying knowledge of how it got there, didn't help either.
Her attempt at self-deception was an immediate failure.
