The late morning sun filtered through the curtains and a single gold bar of light fell across Faye's face. Grimacing, she opened one eye and looked beside her. Tristan lay asleep, tangled in the sheets, his right leg still hooked around hers. Smiling slightly, Faye reached out for the clock and squinted at the time. 10 a.m. on a Saturday. Plenty of time for a leisurely sleep-in. Yawning, she stretched her limbs and folded the covers back.
A hand reached out and held her by the wrist.
"Where're you goin," Tristan mumbled, his head still in his pillow. Faye laughed and tried to pull her hand out of his grasp.
"To wash up? Where else?"
Tristan retained his grip. Faye chortled and slid back in bed with him. She straddled his back and ran the fingers of her other hand down the muscle of his arm.
"C'mon...I needa brush my teeth.."
"Mmmnnngg," he answered, eyes still closed.
Laying flat atop Tristan's back, Faye feathered her fingers down his naked torso, feeling the ridges of his abdomen, toying with the light hair that began at his belly button and disappeared into his shorts. A small smile formed on Tristan's mouth.
"I thought you needed to brush your teeth," he murmured, relishing the feel of Faye's fingers slipping inside the top of his shorts. She made no reply but tucked her head into the nook of his shoulder and reached all the way into his pants. His hips instinctively bucked up and she cupped his balls in her hand. Tristan uttered a moan into his pillow and Faye bit into his shoulder, squeezing lightly and moving her hand up to palm his stiffening cock. She eased the slickness of his arousal into the skin of his hard shaft and massaged it slowly in her palm.
"You're killing me," Tristan said in a clearer voice. He began to turn but as he did he loosened his grip on Faye's wrist and she leapt away lightly, laughing. Tristan arched his brows as he watched her. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and made a move for her when a phone rang.
"Oh, wait, it's mine," Faye chuckled. She reached for her handbag, which lay perched on the bedside table, and rummaged for her phone. Tristan came up behind her and circled her waist with his arms.
"Haha hold on, it might be important," she chided. "My bag is an abyss. It's impossible to find anything," She felt Tristan's hand move lower down her stomach and a low heat started between her legs. Her fingers made contact with her vibrating phone just as his fingers slid beneath her panties and found her soft flesh. He held her firmly against his body so that she couldn't move. His arousal was hot and firm against her lower back.
Opening her mouth on a soft moan as she felt Tristan's fingers rub her slickness over her pussy lips, Faye looked at the number of the person that was calling.
"That's strange, I don't know this number."
Tristan put his mouth to Faye's neck and pressed a lingering kiss to it. She frowned and put the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Faye."
Her eyes went wide with shock.
"..."
"Faye, it's me."
Tristan felt her stiffen and pulled his hand out of her panties. He looked at her.
"It's me. I've been looking for you, it's so hard to get hold of you,"
Faye's mouth tightened.
"Don't speak to me. I have nothing to do with you anymore. We're through."
"Please, I just need to see you, just let me talk to you,"
"No. Don't call me again."
Faye hung up, turned her phone off and threw it into her bag.
