Consensual Pleasure

Layla

I woke up feeling completely drained. My head was spinning, and I was extremely thirsty.  The light from the sun only made my headache worsen as I lay naked on the bed. I know... I know. I said I would never let anything happen between Daniel and me, I know.

But God, can that man move in bed. And I just knew I would regret what I was going to say to him. I let the circumstances get the best of me, giving in to temptation. But honestly... For the first time, I didn't feel any regret for my actions.

Last night just... Felt right.

I turn as I feel him stir. His hand wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Good morning, beautiful," he says in a groggy voice, eyes still closed, beard still clean cut, and hair a mess, but still sexy.

I can't help but smile as I snuggle closer and slide my hands over his chest, feeling it rise and fall from his steady breathing. "Good morning."

"Layla, about last night. I know we were both drunk. But I want you to know I don't regret anything; you're very special to me, Layla. And I know I may have taken advantage of the situation, but knowing you're going back, and the chances of you going back to Trevor, and-" I couldn't help but smile.

I placed my finger on his lips and then leaned closer to place a kiss on his lips. "Danny, slow down," I say, brushing his hair back.

"Number one- I will never get back with Trevor; I can guarantee you that. Number two- I know what I said about us two never trying this again, but you're right, we were drunk. But I... I still enjoyed it." I say, making him smile.

"Daniel, things are still too complicated between us, and eventually, I will return to my job,"

I say, "I know."

"I don't want things to get complicated between us, especially now that we finally became friends again. Layla, I don't want to lose you again; you mean a lot to me," he says, making me smile.

"I don't either. But this will make it a little awkward, wouldn't you agree?" I say as I state the obvious as we are lying naked in bed after a night of passion.

"I know, but maybe it doesn't have to," he says, rubbing my back with his hand and kissing my shoulder.

"What do you mean?" I ask as I smile.

"Look, I hate to admit it, but if I let this opportunity slip, I know I will regret it for the rest of my life," he says, pulling me closer against him.

"Opportunity?" I chuckled, making him blush. I smirked and placed my forehead against his chin.

"We're here for another three days and two nights. After that, you're going back to Mexico. What if," he says, making me lean back a little to look at him.

"I'm listening?" I'll admit, I knew he had a wicked idea in mind, but I was intrigued to hear it.

"What if we spent the rest of our stay here together?" I smiled, wrapping my arms around his body.

"Mr. Halloway, are you suggesting that I should have a fling with you?" I ask, making his face turn red. "Well. I mean... You know,  if you want. I don't want you to get the wrong idea, Layla. But maybe with this trip, you'll realize I'm not a bad person. All I'm asking is the rest of this trip to change your mind about me."

"Oh, really? You think three days is enough for you to change my mind?" I say, making him chuckle.

He presses himself against me, making me feel his hard-on. I gasp, biting my lips as my eyes go wide. "Well, I hate to say this to you, but last night was a good start. Wouldn't you agree?" damn it, I hate to admit it, but he was right.

The feel of his rigid member against me made me get turned on, and my mind went back to the wild passionate night we had. Maybe he's right. I don't want us to hate each other, but I don't know what will happen if we go through this. Yet, a part of me also wonders if I'll ever regret not taking this chance.

I mean, I'm not the first to have a fling with someone. We're both reasonable adults, and if things don't work out, I'm sure we can agree to stay as friends. We're not young teenagers anymore; we're far more mature and can think responsibly of our actions.

I sigh and close my eyes, grunting a little, making him chuckle. "IF... I agree with this, and by the end of this trip, we both come to terms that it's not going to work... We both have to agree to act maturely about this and stay friends. Deal?" I say, though I honestly doubted everything.

What if it's a disaster? What if we both regret everything in the end, or things get worse between us? But, if I didn't take this chance, I may also regret it for the rest of my life.

Besides, it's only three days. What can possibly happen in three days?

"Deal," he says, claiming my lips and turning us, his body hovering over my body. "I swear, you won't regret this, Layla. I'll make sure I please you and your body in every way possible," he says in a husky tone, kissing my lips.

He slowly brushes my hair back, exposing my neck before leaving were kisses behind. He removes the sheets between us, parting my legs and pressing himself against me. I can't help but gasp as I feel him enter me slowly, making an involuntary moan escaped me.

I just knew I would not hear the end of it from my sister and Nico. They wouldn't just rub it in my face with their, 'I told you so.' but they'd probably tease us both until we got back home.

But for now, all I wanted was to indulge at the moment as he made love to me. The feel of every thrust, every kiss, every touch. It only improved by the minute as I returned every action meeting his every move, returning his kisses, and digging my nails into his broad back.

I'll worry about everything else later.