“I want you to come with me.”He reaches between us, putting just enough pressure on my clit, causing me to thrash beneath his weight.
“Now,” he groans, and I fall completely over the edge.My vision goes white as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had racks my body.
14
DAVE
Iwake up to complete darkness.For a second, I think I’m in a coffin, but then my eyes adjust, and I take in my surroundings.
The room exudes a cozy warmth, far surpassing the comfort of my own.A green chair is positioned in the corner, accompanied by a lamp behind it.Next to the chair, there’s a table cluttered with books.On the opposite side, there’s a tall armoire with photos lining its top.
Movement draws my gaze downward, admiring the woman lying next to me.Sara has an arm and a leg draped over me, pinning me in place.Not that I mind; if I could wake up like this every day, I would be a happy man.
She shifts in her sleep, and her breast brushes my arm, sending a wave of awareness straight to my cock.
“Good morning, baby,” I whisper into her ear.
“Good morning.”A lazy smile spreads across her face.“What time is it?”
My gaze drifts to the clock on her nightstand.“It’s seven.”
“In the morning?”she yelps before burrowing her head into my chest.
A low chuckle escapes me.“Yes, in the morning.”
“It should not be legal to wake up before noon.”Her voice is indignant.
“Is that so?”I say as I roll her onto her back, my knees bracketing her hips, and let a little of my weight settle onto her, pinning her in place.I’m rewarded with a wide grin.
“Yes, especially on the weekend.”
I smile, a wicked grin spreading across my face.“I bet I can make waking up fun for you.”
“Oh, really, what do you have in mind?”she asks, her voice sultry.
“Well, I was thinking—breakfast in bed,” I say, leaning down to kiss her neck.
She perks up.“Oh, I love that idea.”
“I thought you might.Now I’m going to enjoy my meal, and then I’ll make you yours.”
* * *
I’m cooking a simple breakfast: waffles, eggs, and bacon, when Sara saunters into the kitchen, clutching the sloth I bought her to her chest.The sight of her makes me feel at ease and relaxed, but the guilt of not telling her the whole truth bubbles up again, but I shove it down, focusing on the moment instead.
“Wow,” she says through a yawn, her voice still sleepy as she wraps her arms around my waist.“It smells amazing.”
I turn, pulling her into a proper hug, holding her close.I breathe in her sweet and intoxicating scent.“Thanks,” I murmur into her hair.“I learned from my Bubbe.”
She scrunches her eyebrows together in confusion.It’s so adorable.
“That’s what I called my grandmother.”
“Oh,” she says with a soft smile, “you said ‘called’...”
“Yeah,” I take a sip of my coffee, averting my gaze.It never gets easier no matter how many times I’ve said it outloud.“She passed away a few years ago.”
Her body stills for half a second before she tightens her hold on me.“Oh.I’m so sorry.”
