“I’m not even sure that’ll do it.”
“Make that two millennia, then.”
“Now we’re talking.”
We kiss on it, an unbreakable seal we’ll both respect. The moment I sense myself tilt, the instant my cock twitches with the need to start over, I move away, lifting her until my length slips out.
“Alright, time for food, in you. Then me again, also in you.”
“Can we switch up those plans a little?”
She wriggles her eyebrows at me, and I scoff. “You’re the one who’s certifiable. You just passed out from sex, and you want more?!”
“I always want more.”
“Food first, Andrea.”
She sighs, but her stomach comes to my rescue by gurgling loudly. “See?” I insist, pointing at the sound’s origin.
“Okay, pancakes actually sound nice. I’ll make some to thank you for the best orgasm of my life, baby.”
She stretches up to get another kiss, but I don’t allow it. “No, you’ll stay seated on your pretty little ass while I handle it.”
“But—”
“You. Passed. Out,” I insist, spacing out the words to make sure she gets the full weight of their meaning. “Plus, see this as an opportunity.”
“To what? Watch you cook naked?” Her sarcastic expression turns appreciative when she realizes it’s not that bad of a deal.
I chuckle and shake my head. “To finally teach me how to make fluffy pancakes.”
A soft, tender grin forms on her perfect face. And this time, when she silently requests a kiss, I don’t deny her.
Chapter 18
“This is so nice,” I murmur as I melt into Lex’s powerful torso. “How come we’ve never had a bath together before?”
“I don’t know. We should make it a weekly thing.”
“Agreed.”
When I twist my face around and up, he understands my silent request and gives me a peck.
After a stop to the bathroom and a sparse slip on of clothes—basketball shorts for him, one of his T-shirts for me—we migrated to the kitchen. Or rather, Lex migrated us, since he carried me all the way there. He playfully explained he’d prefer I keep my strength for more sex later, but I know my little blackout was still worrying him.
As he’d demanded, I sat the whole time, giving him guidance and instructions. And he did really well. As dominant and controlling as he might be in every aspect of his life, he’s very good at following instructions. Watching him try to understand the mysteries of cooking was endearing, and so was his proud smile when the pancakes came out perfect.
We shared a massive stack of them, doused in maple syrup and served with scrambled eggs and crispy bacon. Then, of course, I tried to coax him into fucking me on the kitchen counter, right where we did it for the first time, but he easily distracted me with the suggestion of a bath instead. Again, I realize it’s because I had the great idea of fainting earlier, which still doesn’t sit right with him.
But the pleasure was so devastatingly intense it basically sent me into a reboot, which is kind of crazy, come to think of it. But it wasn’t worrying enough for me to never want it to happen again. God, I really hope Lex resets me to factory settings every now and then.
“Or maybe we should keep it for special occasions,” Lex suggests, still thinking about our future baths together.
“Is this a special occasion?” I tease.
“Of course.”
“Celebrating the first time—of hopefully many—you made me pass out with your dick?”
