“Alistair,” I whined, feeling my orgasm build and making him groan.
“Come for me, beautiful. Come on my mouth,” he rasped before forcing his tongue inside my pussy again.
The cold on my nipples, the warmth of his tongue, his fingers on my clit. All the sensations hit me at once and my orgasm tore through me.
“Oh, gods!” I screamed against the glass.
Alistair supported my quivering body, his grip the only thing keeping me from sliding down the glass and dropping to the floor.
He swirled lazy circles over my clit until my orgasm subsided and my body stilled.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he whispered, carefully pulling me onto the floor with him.
“Shit.” I sat between his legs, leaning against his chest while I caught my breath. “An orgasm like that, and I haven’t even eaten breakfast yet. What a way to start the day.”
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “I already ate my breakfast.”
I shook my head, and he chuckled.
“Pushing me up against the window was a nice touch,” I said, looking up at him.
He grinned. “You liked that?”
I nodded. “We have to clean the glass now, though.”
“Says who? Maybe I like your tit prints on the glass. Every time I see it, I’ll think of you and how much I like making you come.”
“Would you like me to return the favor?” Even though I was completely spent, I could feel the press of his dick against me.
“Nah,” he said with a shake of his head. “We have all week for that. And don’t ever feel like you need to reciprocate. I like making you feel good. It isn’t like it’s some chore. It’s for me just as much as it’s for you.”
It was something I’d never felt with Don. Sex had always been about him and his pleasure. Not once in all our years of marriage did he ever care about getting me off—and Alistair was out here giving me orgasms like it was an Olympic sport and he was after a gold medal.
And,spoiler alert, he’d win a gold medal and more.
“Alright, let me get started on breakfast.” He rose with a groan, helping me to my feet. “ Are pancakes and fruit okay?”
I pulled my tank down over my boobs and grabbed my underwear and leggings from where he’d tossed them. “That sounds good to me,” I said, shimmying my leggings over my thighs.
Alistair strolled into the kitchen, his tail calmly swishing behind him and his sweats clinging to his ass.
I snorted, remembering last night when he’d leaned up against the wall like he was some kind of model. Honestly, he could have been one, even now. The silver fox, daddy vibe was in.
“What’s so funny?” he asked as he set to work on the pancake batter.
“I was just thinking about how you give off daddy vibes.”
“Oh, like those mountain man books?”
“Yes, like those.” He really did absorb everything I told him.
He grimaced. “I just can’t do the whole daddy thing. Not to yuck anyone’s yum, but there’s only one person in my life that calls me that.”
“How do you know about ‘yucking someone’s yum’?”
He refused to look at me, focusing on the pancake batter like it held life’s secrets instead. “I joined some spicy book reader groups…”
“Alistair!”
