It’s a Tuesday morning and I can see the soft glow of the sun rising over the buildings, the gentle breeze caressing my bare body that’s only wrapped in a flimsy blanket. My hair dances around to the wind, tickling my neck before I feel fingers brush aside the strands and warm lips close on the tender skin between my shoulders.
“Hercules,” I giggle and shift away from his touch. He presses me harder against the rail of the balcony with his body, pinning me in between, and his hands slide around my waist. I feel his erection on my back as his trail of kisses makes me shiver in the warmth of the morning. “I'm sore,” I whisper when his teeth catch my ear lobes and he rumbles as if that isn’t a good enough excuse, the vibrations of his chest going directly to my core and firing me up. There i
