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Love woke up to the hotel phone ringing right next to her, on the bedside table. She cursed at the wind for a second, annoyed that something was waking her up from her perfect sleep. The sound itself was annoying, and the realisation that she was waking up for a whole day of meetings with big and important clients was even worse.
She picked up the phone and slammed it back down in less than a minute, just hoping the sound would stop. She was the one who had scheduled the wake up call, but her whole being was regretting it right now.
Well, most of her being. A small part of her- the most rational and responsible one-, was glad she had done it, otherwise she for sure would’ve lost the time for the first meeting. Maybe even the second or the third.
Because Love loved staying in hotels. After getting over the shock of waking up with that thing screaming in her ears, Love sighed, melting back on the bed. She took in the soft smell of the clean sheets, changed everyday by the staff; the delicate light coming from the windows; the low hum coming from her girlfriend, still deep asleep.
That was another great thing about staying in hotels. Love was lucky enough not only to be the CEO of her own brand, but to be in love with one of her top executives. That meant whenever they had a business trip, she was able to stay over at the most luxurious hotels with the woman she loved. Waking up next to her was worth the loud alarm from a few minutes ago.
The problem? Milk was the hardest person Love had ever met to wake up.
It was enough that she didn’t wake up from the wake up call. Love had felt that noise inside her head, barging into her dreams. She couldn’t understand how Milk was still beautifully asleep. As much as she’d like to keep it that way- she loved watching her girlfriend sleep, so peaceful and pretty-, Love knew they were the exact people who could not, in any way, be late for that meeting. Her, because she was the CEO, and Milk because they were still trying to make it clear for everyone that Milk didn’t have her place in the company just because she was Love’s girlfriend. Which would be something stupid to think, since they had only met once Milk was already an executive for marketing there.
Love knew that the right choice would’ve been not to go after her… but she couldn't just ignore that her new employee was the hottest woman she had ever met.
Anyway, it had all worked out, they were happy and aligned with HR by now. The important thing was: they just couldn’t let anyone think Milk was getting special treatment just because she was dating the CEO.
Which was a problem, because she was dead asleep right next to Love right now. If she hadn’t woken up with the loud ass ring from the phone, Love wasn’t sure what would do it.
“Miw, we have to wake up…” Love tried whispering right by her year, thinking that if her exaggerated sound didn’t work, maybe a softer approach would. “It’s already past seven… you still need breakfast and a shower.”
Milk didn’t even move. She was still breathing deeply, chest moving lazily up and down, legs tangled with Love’s. If it was any other situation, Love would give up and go back to cuddling. But she had to wake this girl up.
Love moved so she could hold Milk’s shoulders- broad, strong shoulders, so gorgeous-, trying to shake them as she repeated.
“Baby, come on! Wake up.” She was pouting, even knowing her girlfriend couldn’t even see her right now. It was kind of natural by now, pouting to get attention, and also she hoped that somehow Milk would feel it and finally wake up.
It didn’t work.
“Okay…” Love sighed, looking at the girl. She was worried about the time, but Milk was also so pretty. She was stunning whenever they were at important events, and Love knew a lot of people- men and women- checked her out, because Milk was so beautiful she could might as well be a model instead of an advertiser. But most people didn’t see how pretty she was naturally. Right now her face was bare, but she looked like she was drawn by hand by someone who was deeply in love. It was only fair that Love fell in love with her in the blink of an eye. She looked at Milk once, and when she was sure the girl was not a hallucination or that she was dreaming, her heart was already hers.
All that beauty made Love think that maybe she could wake up Milk in a way that would be good for both. Start their day in a good tone.
“Miw…” She leaned closer to Milk’s ear again, whispering even lower. She kissed Milk’s earlobe. “Wake up.” Love dragged her nose down Milk’s neck until she reached her jaw, placing more feather-like kisses down its line.
Milk smelled so nice, so fresh, even after a night of sleep. Love usually woke up in the need for a bath to feel like she was even a person again. But Milk was perfect from the exact moment she woke up. It was not fair, but it was also a great thing that Love could wake up next to this breeze materialized as a person whenever she wanted to.
The bad part? Milk was still asleep. She just sighed, obviously happy with the kisses even if she was a little unconscious, and shifted her position. Now she had de-entangled her legs from Love’s and hugged her tighter, making the girl roll on top of her.
Once again, that would never be a problem for Love. She liked very much to be on top of her girlfriend. But right now didn’t seem like the right moment.
Still, Milk looked beautiful. Annoyingly so. She could’ve been the brand’s model instead of a corporate. Not only that, from the way she pulled Love and held her there, she could literally feel how strong Milk was. So strong. Love had lost countless hours of her life just sitting pretty at the gym, watching her girlfriend work out and grow those muscles. It was even confusing at some point, because Milk’s beauty was so pure and hypnotizing, as if she was some kind of fantasy character; while her body was strong enough for her to be a professional athlete. On top of that, she was holding on to Love for dear life, clearly not remotely interested in leaving the bed, let alone properly waking up.
With those arms around her waist, Love was gradually giving up on that idea as well. The way Milk manhandled her, being able to spin her around the bed without even being awake yet was so… she didn’t have the words for it. She didn’t need to. Love could feel it pulsing in her body- somewhere very specific in her body-, shifting something in her morning self. Maybe something that shouldn’t belong in a morning mind at all.
She glanced at the watch at the table. Her idea was waking up earlier so they could have a shower, choose their clothes and eat breakfast in peace and without a rush. But they could do that faster. They could skip the shower, or maybe breakfast.
Maybe she wanted to do something else with her time. Something that would definitely make Milk happier to wake up…
“Well.” Love sighed, giving up on her previous idea. She threw her hair back, breathing easier now. “Might as well…”
She smirked to herself, leaning down so her face would level up with Milk’s. Looking closely at her girlfriend so comfortable and sound asleep, she even felt a little bad for the places her mind was going. But she had tried the normal way. Milk simply didn’t respond. So if they were gonna have to run or even be late, Love wanted to at least have some fun while at it.
“Baby.” She whispered next to Milk’s ear, making the girl grunt. Love giggled softly, her hands already roaming downwards her girlfriend’s body, amazed as always at her smooth skin over hard rock muscles. “Since you don’t want to wake up…” Her hand reached Milk’s thigh, parting them slightly, just enough so she could straddle one of them. “I’ll have to entertain myself alone for now.”
It felt a bit weird, being all over Milk while she was still sleeping. But then again, they had talked about so many different things… She knew Milk liked feeling desired- it was something really important for her, Love had learnt-, and she knew Milk also liked when she was on top. She would wake up for something she’d enjoy, after all.
Love hoped at least.
But now, straddling Milk’s thigh, feeling those muscular arms around her waist, those hands gripping her tightly and refusing to let go even when she was into deep slumber… Love wasn’t even sure what she was worried about anymore. She loved this girl. She wanted this girl. She practically lived with this girl. There was no shame.
Definitely not shame at all once she pressed her hands on Milk’s shoulders- broad shoulders, all sprawled around while she slept completely unaware at how she made her girlfriend turn into a goddamn horny freak. With no shame at all.
So, in her last effort to get Milk to wake up, Love braced herself on Milk’s shoulders, using the leverage to push herself. It was amazing how Milk always managed to flip a switch on her, doing virtually nothing to get Love wet and aching for her. As she slid for the first time, she felt ridiculous. Who could be turned on but her girlfriend sleeping? The second slide, she finally felt the friction she was looking for. This was sick. Twisted. Third slide, her morale had vanished. This was so damn good.
“Oh, yes.” Love moaned, practically for herself, since she was the only one hearing it. “Feels so nice.”
Her pajama shorts were on the way, but it was no problem. She had done this with more cloth disturbing the movement. Hell, she had done this inside the office with her work clothes and Milk’s suit in the middle. This was nothing. She could feel the cotton of her pajamas getting wet and starting to curl around itself, somehow brushing against her core and making the movement even more pleasurable.
“God.” Love threw her head back, closing her eyes. She felt her core pulsing. This was the point she’d start getting desperate, because the pleasure was good, so good; but it was building so slow it was unnerving. Of course being thrown on her back and fucked senseless would be good, and definitely faster than this. But the slow pace had something on her. Rolling her hips, feeling every little part of her core sliding against Milk’s thigh, knowing she was using her girlfriend for this. It was dirty. It was awful. Absurd. God, it was so good. “Milk. It’s amazing.”
She leaned closer to Milk’s face, kissing her cheeks again, just like earlier today. This time, her breath was ragged, unstable. The movement of her hips made her bounce up and down, the kisses never landing on the exact same place. Love scratched her shoulders, holding tighter, trailing her kisses down Milk’s jaw.
Without opening her eyes, Love gave up on anything she tried to hide. Nobody was watching her. She was just pleasuring herself before a day of work. And it was going too well. Her hands left Milk as she sat up, never one stopping her hips. Her movements made Milk’s hands fall from her waist to her hips, and Love couldn’t care less as she rocked and ran her own hands under her shirt, trailing her stomach, until she found her own breasts and groped them, kneading and brushing her palms over her nipples. Milk always said she was too sensitive, but Love thought she was the perfect amount of sensitive to feel the most amazing things whenever Milk’s hands were on her, or when her mouth was sucking and nipping and leaving marks all over her body.
“Miw.” Love whined, lost in herself.
So lost, she was almost unaware of her surroundings.
Almost.
Because she was absolutely aware of Milk’s hands leaving her hips and very obviously grip her ass. Something that a person asleep certainly wouldn’t do.
“Perfect, baby.” Love heard the voice she’d recognize anywhere in this world, even more inside her hotel bedroom and as close as this. She opened her eyes to find her girlfriend with a devilish grin, staring at her with dark, dark eyes. Lust eyes, Love knew pretty well. “Keep moving for me, beautiful.” She slapped Love’s ass, making her fall forwards again and let out a breathy fuck.
Milk’s hands guided her movements, making Love grind faster, pressing her harder against her thigh.
“Milk?” Love asked- or tried to ask, her question lost between moans. “Since when are you… Fuck.” She couldn’t finish her sentence when Milk bended her knee to angle it better against Love’s core. She felt that shift deep into her soul.
“I’ve been here since you started riding my thigh, pretty girl.” Milk whispered against her ear, sending shivers all over Love’s body. She was almost sure she physically trembled from that, but she couldn’t be sure if it was because of the way Milk spoke or how she was pressing her thigh up against each roll of her hips. “I wouldn’t miss the show, right?” Milk slapped her again, and Love melted. Her hands were back in Milk’s shoulders, gripping there for dear life, body moving desperately against her leg.
“You.. you were awake…” She chuckled, moaning by the end of it.
“I was, baby.” Milk sounded so calm, how could something like that be possible. “But you seemed so into it, I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Love lifted her head just a bit, looking into her girlfriend’s eyes. Milk’s gaze was heavy, filled with lust, but also so humorous. It was a very complicated situation to have the hottest and silliest girl ever as a girlfriend.
“I was, indeed.” She smirked, moving faster, grinding as if her life depended on it. “You were so… so hot.” Talking was getting harder by the second. “And just, there. For me.”
Milk nodded, not breaking eye contact. She slid one hand to reach between Love’s legs, and her mind worked impossibly fast. Maybe Milk would throw her in the mattress. Maybe she’d press her fingers to her clit and end her right there. Maybe she’d push her fingers inside and fuck her until she couldn’t think. So many ideas in just one second as she felt those long and talented fingers moving near her core.
“I am here for you, loverrukk.” Milk smiled, broad and beautiful, dirty as ever. “You can use me.” Her fingers found Love’s pajama shorts and pulled them to the side, so there was no more fabric between them. “I wanna feel your pussy directly against me.” Milk’s hand that was still on her ass pushed her again. “Go, baby. Ride me.”
Holy fuck.
Love couldn’t think anymore.
She was dripping. Had been for a while. But now it was dripping down Milk’s thigh, making a mess on her girlfriend, her thigh now slick and slippery and just perfect for this.
“Baby.” Love whined, hips rolling forward, riding faster than before. Just the way Milk was looking at her would be enough to make Love cum, but she needed this. The feeling was too good. “Oh god, you’re so.. I didn’t expect you to..” She cried out once Milk went back to pushing her thigh against her, matching her movements, her rhythm. “Fuck, fuck. I can’t anymore.”
Still, she didn’t stop.
“You can, my love.” Milk’s voice was velvety, seducing. “Keep going for me.”
Love would never deny her that. She nodded, grinding harder, faster. She dropped her arms, now rubbing her whole body against Milk’s. She still had her shirt on, but it was riding up, exposing her breasts. Her nipples against Milk’s pajama shirt, the fabric delicious against them. Fuck being too sensitive. She loved that. She loved how her whole body was burning up and she was humping Milk as a bitch in heat and enjoying the animalistic aspect of it. There were no more erogenous areas, her whole body was one and buzzing with pleasure.
“Come on, Love.” Milk slapped her ass, the hand holding her shorts scratching the inside of her thighs. “Cum for me baby. Wake me up properly.”
“Miw.” Love moaned, nearly crying now. Her pussy was burning now, nearly numb, but she couldn't stop. She had to keep going. It was all too good. “Milk, please.” She wasn’t sure what she was talking about before. Milk helped with the rhythm, getting Love there, feeling her start to tremble and squeeze her thighs around her own. “Please, please, please.” Love cried out, senseless, her head falling, resting against Milk’s forehead.
Milk nodded, helping her through it.
“Yes, baby. That’s it.” When Love didn’t have any more energy to move, but was still shaking, Milk kept rocking her, helping prolong her orgasm. “Perfect. Pretty. You’re amazing, loverrukk.” She kept praising Love, whispering sweet things as she stopped trembling and collapsed, still holding on her shoulders, but now using them as an anchor to stay sane.
“G-good morning.” Love whispered, spent out.
Milk chuckled. She moved her hands to Love’s head, running her fingers through now sweat-damp hair.
“Good morning indeed, loverrukk.”
Love slapped her- with what strength, she wasn’t sure. Milk laughed again.
“Stupid.”
“You were the one who decided to wake me up with a fun ride.” Milk pecked Love’s lips. All that, and they hadn’t even kissed. “But now I have a feeling we have to rush for a shower and then run to the meeting.”
Love shook her head, already moving to grab the hotel phone.
“No.” She typed a number and pressed it against her ear as it ringed. “I’m letting them know we’ll be late.”