After a week of sex and sun, I’m more than happy to sleep in my own bed. Catrina cuddles beside me while Suds, dressed only in low riding PJs, makes breakfast in our office-slash-apartment.
Yawning, I stretch until I can grab hold of the railing and turn on my stomach. Below, bacon and eggs sizzle in the fry pan, delicious aromas waft up the stairs, and my stomach growls. After the toaster pops, he plates our breakfast, and sloshes orange juice in glasses.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Finished, he grins, winds up the stairs, and places my breakfast on my cross-legged lap.
A more urgent need stirs at his half naked body so I move the tray aside and reach for the opening in his pajamas. “Wanna fuck?”
“Food, then lovin’.” He grabs my fingers, twists them around my fork, and dangles a crispy slice in front of my nose.
“Mm-mmm good.” I snap at it and crunch slowly, enjoying each and every bite. Then, I lick my lips while eyeing my favorite piece of anatomy.
“Babe.” One brow rises when I slide my right big toe against his bulging interest.
“Are you sure you don’t want before-breakfast sex?”
When our eyes lock, the centers of his grow black and he swallows hard. “Best you eat. You’re going to need stamina.”
“That so, tough guy? Think I can’t keep up?”
“We’ll see.” He shovels eggs onto a slice of toast and digs into his meal with such enthusiasm, I meet him bite for bite.
After gulping the last of my juice, I lay beside him on the futon, gaze into the depths of his beautiful brown eyes, and touch his soft lips. “Time to put your money where your mouth is.”
“You sure you want bills every place I’m going to kiss you?” He tugs me on top and chuckles in this warm, sexy voice.
“At least we’d be rich.” My weight on my elbows beside his ears, I press my smiling lips to his.
Coarse fingertips thread through my hair and when I open for his tongue, he claims me. His hands slide down my back and as he holds me tight against his swelling want, I pleasure myself by rubbing against him with my eyes closed.
“Babe.” He feather-kisses my lashes. “Open up. I want to see you.”
When I do, he rolls us to our sides and with his gaze honed in on mine, he removes my sleep shirt. Then, he strokes up and down my front while I delight in his touch.
“We need to talk.” He stops what he’s doing, pinches a nipple and holds it as zings of red, hot desire shoot to my throbbing clit.
I can’t breathe, let alone carry on a conversation.“Now?” My voice squeaks in a manner I don’t even recognize
“Yup.” He twists my tit a little more, pulls, and kisses down my neck to lick the stiff point until it aches.
Finished, he attends to the neglected side with thumb and forefinger, continuing with his slow torment. “I think you should quit your job and become a full-time mom.”
Now, that’s just foolish.“How the hell can we beSuds and Samwithout Sam? We’ll have to change our letterhead, our website, and our business cards. What do you suggest?Suds without SamorSuds and the woman formerly known as Sam?”
I’m joking but he doesn’t smile. “I can’t do this anymore, sugar. I almost lost you.”
“But I was safe.”
“Except when you weren’t.”
“Not my fault.”
“Didn’t say it was.” Done with my breasts, he pulls off my bottoms and caresses me from waist to butt with both hands.
His thumbs bump over my breasts, his fingertips dig into my back. Up and down my body, he slides each time growing closer to my pearl.
Straddling my outer thighs, he touches every inch of my body and when I reach for his cock, he chuckles. “No playing with the merchandise until you agree to take some time off.”
“What will we do for income?”
