Roam. I stretch it out and pat the bed, searching for him. But his side is cold. I open my eyes and look around, then I smell bacon. A pan clatters and I hear a few shits and fucks uttered. Just as I’m about to get up, the door slowly creaks open and he walks in. Jeans slung low on his hip, no shirt, man-V and tattoos on display, and black hair wet from the shower. Delicious.
“Mornin’,” he grins.
I lick my lips as my eyes travel his body. “Good morning,” I reply cheerily.
He walks in and sets the breakfast tray over my lap. “You’re spoiling me,” I remark.
“You’re worth it,” he says, before placing a tender kiss to my lips.
He pulls back and I look down. He’s made scrambled eggs, biscuits and bacon. Plus there’s coffee and orange juice.
“Mmmm, this smells divine,” I moan, before taking a bite.
He watches me as I eat. I’ll admit, it’s a little creepy, but the food is so good, I don’t really care.
“Where did you learn to cook?” I ask, when I’m finished.
“Mom wasn’t big on cookin’ and I was tired of eating canned food and bread, so I took it upon myself to start experimenting.”
“You’re good at it,” I compliment him.
“You can thank me,” he replies, on a lip twitch.
“Thank you,” I say, sweetly.
“Naw, I think you can do better than that.”
“Oh, really?” I make my eyes wide and I put on my best innocent vo ice, at the same time as I drag my finger tip from my belly, up my stomach to swirl around my nipple and then up to my mouth, where I suck on it.
“Yeah, re ally.” His voice is husky and my core clenches at the sound of it.
“What makes you so sure?” I climb onto my knees and straddle his legs. His eyes are glued to my breast. I’m wearing a white tank top and loose pajama bottoms. I know my nipples are showing through the top because his eyes haven’t left the area. I watch as he stares at them, his eyes getting darker and hungrier with each second that passes. His erection presses into me and I rock against him, almost imperceptibly.
His hands go to my ass and he palms my cheeks before his mouth lowers and he drags his tongue around my nipples. His saliva wets the fabric and I look down to see what he’s done. He has only wet the nipple part, so the rest of my shirt is fine, but where my nipples are is now see thru.
“That’s better,” he gives me the dimples, obviously pleased with himself.
I grind myself into him and revel when I hear his gasp. “That’s better,” I mimic.
Then, I’m flying through the air and I land on the bed wit h a thump. His body covers me and then his lips come down to join with mine. I open my mouth as his tongue seeks entrance. It sweeps in and tangles with mine in an erotic dance. His erection digs painfully into my thigh and I’m reminded of how much I want him. My hands trace down his inked ribs and once I reach the waist of his jeans, I trace the fabric around until I meet the button. I pull the zipper down and then push his pants down around his ass. He sits up on his knees and looks down at me. “Please,” I pant. “I need you.”
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmurs, before he pulls my pants down my legs. I drag my top over my head and chuck it off to the side. Then, his body covers mine and we moan in unison as he slides effortlessly inside my soaking entrance.
His tongue captures my nipple again and I gasp when he bites down before kissing and licking the sting away.
“Oh god.” I lift my hips to meet his thrusts as he pumps furiously into me. Then, I dig my heel into the bed and roll us over, so I’m on top of him. I sink down on him until he’s seated fully inside me, making him groan as his eyes rol l back in his head. He takes my hands and I begin to ride him. I rise slowly, before slamming down and grinding hard against him.
He takes our joined hands and moves them to my clit, where we rub my