Mateo Ricci
Iwake up with her warm fist curled around my shaft and hot lips sucking down on my nipple.
“Ummm.” I stretch out, reaching a hand to my chest and letting my fingers play in her sleek curls.
“Good morning.” Andy tilts her head up to look into my eyes. I’m still groggy with sleep.
“Good morning to you too.” A smile curls my lips up at the corners. “Now there’s a sight for sore eyes.” I’m looking down her chest to where her nipples are prodding against me. I feel my cock harden. Not that it needs much encouragement. I’ve woken up hard every morning since she’s been in my bed.
“I was wondering…” Andy says, her voice musing, “if I should wake you up with a cup of coffee…or a blowjob.” She tilts her head as if thinking this over. My laugh is husky when it comes.
“Is that an actual question?”
“You’re right!” She sits up and scoots off the bed. “Coffee it is!”
“Fuck,” I grumble. “I may not have made my answer clear enough.” I reach out to swat her pert little ass but she’s up and moving before I can make contact with her soft flesh. She winks at me over her shoulder as she scampers out of the bedroom, and I curse myself for being too slow. I’m normally an early riser, but she’s sapped my strength. Well, some of it, anyhow. The tented bedclothes reassure me that there’s still life in me yet.
Flinging the covers off, I rise from the bed and prowl after her into the kitchen. She’s fiddling with the tower of chrome and steel that’s designed to brew the best java in town. I couldn’t give a fuck about coffee right now. When she turns to look at me, she drops her eyes and then grins.
“Morning glory?”
“Something like that.” I push her against the kitchen counter and capture her lips with mine as I cup a full breast. I love how comfortable she is in her own skin. There’s never any false modesty or wasting time wrapping herself in sheets. I already know every inch of her anyhow. And I plan to go over that territory once more, just to be sure I haven’t forgotten any of my favorite trails.
“Oh, God!” she groans as I slide a hand between her thighs. “You’re never going to get that coffee if you keep this up.”
“Screw the coffee.” I grasp her hips and lift her, setting her ass on the counter beside the gurgling coffee machine. When I tug her forward and run the tip of my cock along her slit, she grabs my shoulder, her nails biting into my skin.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this?” she chuckles, then gasps as I take a nipple into my mouth. I release it and look up at her.
“Of what? Worshipping this beautiful body of yours?” Fuck she’s so damn beautiful. “Not in a million years.” I swirl my thumb over the nub of her clit, feeling how wet she is already, and she makes a tiny groaning sound. My cock jerks instantly. Her little noises are already so familiar to me that I know what’ll come next. Her hips will thrust forward, and she’ll want my mouth on her tits. When I thrust into her, she’ll arch her back and tangle her fingers into my hair. And if I stop, she’ll pummel my shoulders with the heels of her hands until I start pumping harder again.
Maybe I’ll make her wait this time.
“Mateo…” she moans.
Yeah, I’ll definitely make her wait.
“Mateo, stop.”
I stiffen and blink. Now that’s new. “What is it?”
“I…thought we could talk?”
“Sure,” I reply, though talking is not our specialty. “About what? The weather? Good coffee? How hard my cock is?” I wink.
She smiles slightly, then pulls her knees together. “About what you were saying last night.” I step away, going soft in an instant.
“Okay.” The machine beside us gurgles to a halt and I use the moment to reach for a pair of coffee mugs. I fill both, not bothering with cream or sugar. She takes hers like I do. Strong and dark.
“You said you’re working on something that will help us. Is it to do with Whitlock?”
“Of course,” I answer easily because that’s why we’re together, after all.
“And…and my brother? I’m asking because you keep bringing him up.”
I blow on my coffee, using the move to delay my answer. Because I have no idea what to say. She tilts her head. Waiting
“No.” Why does the word come out so smoothly? “No, it has nothing to do with your brother.”
