“What if I don’t want to leave this bed?”
Lilly moves before I can respond, releasing my hands she pushes us until she is straddled on top of me. Her curls hang over one shoulder as she smiles victoriously down at me while leaning forward to kiss me.
I grab onto her hips as she starts rubbing herself over the length of my cock and drawing a tortured moan from my own lips. Breaking the kiss and holding her still above me, I look up at her, ready to give her exactly what she wants.
The sound of her stomach rumbling, however, has me changing plans. With a chuckle, I wrap my arm around her waist. Holding her to me as I sit up but keep her in my lap.
“How about we get cleaned up and find some food before anything else.” Her head shakes slowly, watching me as she grinds her hips again. Tightening my hold on her waist, I run my other hand up her back to cup the nape of her neck. Holding her to me and bringing her in for a long, slow kiss, before pulling away.
“Shower.” I lean in to kiss her jaw. “Food.” I tilt her head back to kiss her neck. “Orgasms.” Kissing her collarbone before I loosen my grip to let her look back down at me. She squirms in my lap, but nods in agreement as mischief dances in her eyes.
Lilly seemed to take the shower, food, orgasms, list as a suggestion and open for change. Technically she did listen to me. I had coaxed her out of bed and into the shower, where she let me wash every inch of her. Her body is literally perfection. Curved in all the right places and slightly toned.
When I had finished washing her hair and every other part of her body, it caught me off guard when she took the soap from my hand and started to return the favor. She cut my protests off with a kiss and continued washing me. The gleam in her eyes had me shutting up and letting her do as she wished.
Until she sank to her knees in front of me.
I had been hard for her since the moment I woke up. There was no hiding that fact, but I had been ignoring it until I could find her some food. When I put a hand on her shoulder to stop her, she glared up at me.
“I want to.” With those three words, I couldn’t say no. With that sexy determination on her face, she could have asked me for anything in the fucking world and I would have given it to her. I had just barely finished nodding my head as she took my cock in her hand and almost had me cumming from the touch alone.
Images of her licking and sucking the tip of my cock flash through my mind. The swirl of her tongue drew a curse from my lips. Which only seemed to spur her on as she sucked me further into her mouth, her hand gripping and tugging along the length that she couldn’t fit. She didn’t let up until I was warning her that I was about to cum. Even then, she paused long enough tomake eye contact with me and nod her head. When I came in her mouth, her hand holding my cock in place as she swallowed every drop, I swear I saw stars.
I had hauled her off her knees so fast, pulled her into a deep long kiss. If she hadn’t broken the kiss as her stomach rumbled again, I probably would have fucked her right there in the giant shower. I made a mental note to test out this new found bounce back window that Lilly has apparently brought out in me later, if she gives me the chance.
Pushing the button on the coffee machine to start it brewing, I turn toward Lilly. Watching as she pulls out a pan, the reach causes her shirt to ride up and show off her stomach. Even though I just saw her naked less than ten minutes ago, I still find myself moving toward her, needing to touch her.
Standing behind her and towering over her, I reach around to take the pan from her while kissing her neck. Leaning into me with a contented sign, she glances over her shoulder at me.
“We need food.” She pauses as she presses her ass back into me. “Actual food.”
With a smirk and a kiss on her cheek, I gently push her out from in front of the oven. Letting my eyes slowly track down her form before trailing back to her face.
“Yes, which is why I’m going to make breakfast while you sit.”
She looks around her apartment with a quirked eyebrow.
“Last I checked this was my kitchen.” A chuckle escapes my lips at her response.
“I’m sure I can figure my way around it while you sit and rest those pretty thighs.”
I’m rewarded with an eyeroll and a wide grin as she moves around her island to take a seat on a bar stool.
Finding enough food in her fridge and pantry to make us eggs, bacon, and toast, I move around the kitchen without thinking twice. We keep busy with talks about music and hobbies. Theway she lights up when she talks about her library that she built herself in the spare bedroom holds me captive.
“Do you only enjoy reading or do you think you’ll eventually write your own?” I don’t miss her cheeks reddening a bit in response to my question. She pushes herself from her seat and moves to pull two coffee mugs from a cupboard as she answers.
“That’s actually one of the reasons I chose to move to Florida. Paige had her boss…well, Garrett, read over what I had written so far and he wanted more. I have ten more chapters to send over to one of the editors and then we’ll keep moving forward with publishing.”
She reaches to grab the creamer from the fridge.
“How do you like your coffee?”
“Just a bit of cream, nothing too crazy.” She smiles broadly at me.
“Me too.” I watch her as she prepares our mugs.
“So… you’re publishing a book?”
