Free Fully Restored by Delaney Williams Page A

well the fridge is just as empty. We’re gonna have to get breakfast out. We’ll run by your place for pants and then we’ll hit the diner. Sound good?”
    I smiled, “Yeah baby, sounds good. I need to get ready at my house though if we are eating out.”
    Brock stopped me from climbing out of the bed, “No you don’t, you are perfect just now. I like looking at you and knowing I put that look on your face. No shower, no makeup today. I wanna sit with you at breakfast and know that you smell like me, that your cheeks are flushed and pink and your lips are swollen and red, because of me. I want everyone who sees to know that you are mine.”
    What??? NO MAKEUP? No, No, No. I looked at him and his beautiful face and said, oddly quiet for me, “No makeup?”
    He nodded. “We’re starting on your disguise and all that makeup is the beginning.  Some makeup is good…some is a mask. You, babe, wear a mask. So, no makeup. Got it?”
    No, I don’t but I nodded yes anyway and walked naked to his drawers and got a shirt. Silence is the loudest scream I have. He wouldn’t hear me anyway.
    He lay in bed and watched the whole time. It should have been embarrassing but his constant smirk and smiling eyes made it so easy. For him, it seemed, anything was possible.
    I took his shirt to the bathroom and opened his medicine cabinet, nosing around. “What’s the cologne you wear?” I yelled. He laughed.
    “I wondered what you were doing in there. It’s just me babe. And I guess the shower stuff.” Damn him. I wanted everyone to smell him on me. If I couldn’t have makeup armor, I would have Brock armor. I turned around and he was standing there.
    “I guess this means we’re showering?” he said. 
    I nodded
    “But no funny business,” he added. “I am dying as it is and you’re hungry. If we start, we’ll never get to breakfast.”  I smiled big, noting his extremely hard, red cock, and mentally drooled a little, then nodded, completely agreeing with him. If we started there would be no food, so as appetizing as he looked, I was going to reign it in. For a short time. After food, all bets were off. Brock smirked, knowing what I had been thinking. His cock jerked a little and a pearl of precum appeared at the tip. Drool. He reached around me, still smirking, and turned on the water. While we waited for the water to get warm, he held me close. It was perfect.
    *****
    We did as best we could, both of us desperately wanting more but in the end we just showered and fondled each other, soft caresses and sweet smelling soap making the entire thing amazingly heavenly. By the time he was dressed, in old comfy jeans that molded to his strong thighs and ass like a second skin and a tight black AC/DC shirt, and we had stopped at my house where I ran to get the first pants I could find and a brush to at least put my hair in a ponytail, it was well passed brunch and we settled on a local little restaurant for lunch.
    As we walked across the restaurant I could feel the eyes of the other patrons following me. I could feel them judging me, thinking how ugly I am. I could feel them questioning what I was doing out without makeup on, how I was totally unworthy of the man I was with. I mean, logically I knew that the people really couldn’t care less about me and my makeup issue. But somehow, I couldn’t grasp that. I was beginning to shake, old fears coming to the surface, old wounds being reopened. Then I felt his arms surround me and his smell and warmth comforted me. I forgot about them. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You are so beautiful.”
    The tightness I was feeling in my chest eased a little. Brock continued, whispering in my ear as we walked together, “See these people, they are in awe of you. It’s not every girl who can go out without makeup and look so stunningly fresh and beautiful. Everyone is jealous of me right now, walking with you on my arm.” His warm breath tickled my skin on my neck as he spoke