My Exception (sequel to No Exceptions)

Eleven

After the shower we went to our room, the days saga had worn us and rest was much needed. We'd fallen asleep almost instantly, Daryl holding me tight to his chest.

I woke up to a firm protrusion at my thighs; strong calloused hands massaged my breasts. I moaned at the welcome wake up call, "hmmm, good morning."

I arched my back, pushing my slightly sensitive breasts further into his eager hands. He then ran his right one down my front until he reached my apex, flicking his middle finger over my clitoris.

"Mmmm ye wet fer me baby?"

I nodded and ground myself into his touch, craving my release. I threw my hands over my head, stroking at my lover's long locks. He nipped at my ear, my body shuddered in response, "ughhh Daryl! To what do I owe this pleasure?" My voice an amalgamation of need and drowsiness.

He chuckled, my skin erupting in goose bumps at the arousing sound. "Jus' thinking of ye mouth round me cock."

I gasped at the memory, images of drenched Daryl, plunging his steel hard erection into me. A dull ache surfaced, urging for my itch to be scratched. I rolled over facing him, wrapping my leg around his, hitching up my satin gown.

"Rackel! Rackel!" Skye's voice chimed through our room.

Noooooooo!

Daryl paid no heed to her; he held his hand over my mouth and rammed into my sex. A muffled moan trying to escape my lips to no avail. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow; the fear of getting caught driving us to new titillating heights. His rough and uncompromising rhythm made it increasingly difficult to keep quiet, hoping that our visitor couldn't hear the few squeaks that made it through his hand.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Rackel! It's Skye! Are you in there? Jesus said that I'd find you here!"

I almost felt bad for leaving her there, but my lover was doing an amazing job at keeping our eyes on the prize. Our bodies covered in lustre from the labour of our love making. Syncopated pants the only thing allowed to break through the silence; both our bodies working towards a fulfilling resolution.

The delectable clenching didn't take long to surface, his cock already beginning to twitch. He rolled on top and pounded into me, holding onto the wooden headboard to increase the power of his thrusts. Our hips collided with almost painful force until everything in my body constricted, both cumming with a silent crescendo.

Click.

Skye's head popped in and her eyes locked onto mine, both of us completely mortified and frozen into position. Daryl quickly jumped off me and leapt to the end of the bed, running his hands through his hair. She finally backed away from the door and shut it.

Relief enveloped me until she began yelling her apology through the door.

"I'M SO SORRY YOU GUYS! I DIDN'T REALISE YOU WERE DOING, UH, YOU KNOW! OH MY GOD HOW EMBARRASING, I SHOULDN'T HAVE OPENED THE DOOR, I'M SO SORRY!" Her words melded into each other as she stammered her way through her shocked apology.

Unfortunately she had to do it at volume 11.

I looked over to Daryl, a playful smirk curling his lips like a Cheshire cat. The heat rose in my cheeks as I pegged a pillow at his head, missing him completely in my frazzled state.