“What are you wearing?” he asks me instead, looking at me.
“Oh, this?” I say, gesturing to the T-shirt I have on. “It was the first thing I found. It was just thrown over the back of a chair. Why does it haveCoachwritten across it?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’d like to hear it.”
“Didn’t you say you were in a rush?”
“I’m sure I can stay another few minutes,” I say, turning my attention back to the hob. I take a fork and stick it into the eggs. “You know, while I’m eating.”
“I want to eat, too.”
“There’s some here for you.” I try to turn around, but he stops me.
“I don’t want that,” he says, making my knees knock together.
His hands slide up my thighs, brushing under the T-shirt. They run over my butt, before climbing my body to find my breasts.
“Nick…” I sigh, leaning my head back. “I’m serious, I still ache from last night, and—”
“Let me take care of it.”
He pushes me against him before moving me aside and pressing me up against the fridge; he traces a hand up my back, leaving a trail of flames. He bends down to the floor, kneeling on the ground in front of me. He’s still grabbing my butt, and I place my palms against the door, looking for something to steady myself – otherwise I don’t think I’ll be able to stay standing.
His fingers squeeze around my arse, lifting me up. I feel his breath tickling my skin, before his tongue brushes against me.
“I’ll be gentle with her.”
His voice vibrates right onto my flesh.
When his tongue flutters against me again, I feel my legs start to give way. He plunges it inside me, his hands still grasping my butt cheeks; I close my eyes, leaning my forehead against the cool fridge door.
Nick holds me up by my bum, making sure that he doesn’t move me, as his mouth tortures me, relieves me; he pulls me down into the inferno, then shoots me up into paradise. When he sucks my labia, as if he were starving and they were the only food left in the world, I arch my back and push my hips back towards him. I can’t do anything but let him devour me, until he’s full.
My movements make him press his face into me and push his tongue in even deeper, excited by what I’m doing – and by what he’s doing to me.
I can feel the heat of his breath, his moans, his darting tongue. I feel them in my mind, enveloping me.
I can feel it everywhere.
His hands slide to the front, gently caressing my swollen clitoris. His fingers are confident, as if he knows exactly where to touch, how to push me to my limit. As if he knew his way perfectly around my body. As if it had always belonged to him.
I collapse under his touch, longing to feel Nick on every inch of me.
He tickles my pussy with his lips and his fingers, torturing me with this sweet agony. Soon, it’ll be fatal. He pushes two fingers inside, robbing me of my breath; he moves them, confident in what he’s doing, impatient to see me crumble. Greedy to feel my body react to him.
He’s enjoying every moment just as much as I am.
When I feel the familiar heat of orgasm start to spread through my body, Nick quickens his movements, guiding me to climax; making sure that he doesn’t miss a single shiver.
I yell, slamming my hands against the fridge as I feel him groan into me, as if my orgasm had projected into him.
Nick lets my body tremble, right until the last vibration. Then he slowly stands up, his hands sliding up my arms, wrapping around me once they reach my shoulders. I push myself back into him, as he nestles his nose into my ear.
“Breakfast is my favourite meal,” he says, voice dripping in seduction.
I think it’s my favourite now, too.
