“Mmm. Forget coffee, all I need is the taste of you to wake me up in the morning,” I tease. Easing back, I prop up on one elbow and look down at her. “I’m gonna make some breakfast, then I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Tori’s eyes light up. “I like surprises.”
Grinning, I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. “Good.” Then I climb out of bed and dip into the bathroom. When I come back out after brushing my teeth and taking a piss, I’m still bare-ass naked. The first time I wandered around her house without any clothes on, Tori looked at me like I was crazy. By now, she’s used to it, even if she hasn’t joined me in naked time yet.
Heading into the kitchen, I open the fridge, pulling out ingredients to whip up an omelet. Minutes later, arms wrap around me and lips press a kiss to my back. “You’re going to burn yourself if you cook naked.”
I turn in her embrace, taking in my T-shirt she’s wearing. “You got anything on underneath that, angel?”
Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Feed me breakfast and then you can find out.”
I kiss her, hard and fast, then take her hands and push her away from my body. “Be gone, distracting woman. Make yourself useful and get me some coffee.”
Her laughter fills the room and I turn to the stove with a stupid smile on my face. This is fun.She’s fun.
We eat breakfast, and I discover exactly what she’s wearing — or rather, not wearing — underneath my T-shirt. Tori gets her second orgasm of the morning, sitting on the kitchen table as I drive my cock into her.
“I’m never going to be able to eat here with my son again without thinking of this,” she gasps out with a laugh as I pull out of her.
“I’ll help you sanitize everything, but I can’t wipe away the memories.” I smirk. She just groans and slaps at me feebly.
“That was ridiculously cheesy.”
“I know, and I’m not sorry,” I agree. I saunter down the hall and deal with the condom quickly before making a pit stop at my backpack and rejoining Tori in the kitchen. She takes in my stance, with my hands behind my back, and folds her arms over her chest.
“Whatcha got there?” she asks.
“When you invited me over —” I start, only to be interrupted by the blonde spitfire.
“You mean, when you invited yourself over.”
I shrug. “Apples and oranges, baby. When we made plans for me to spend the weekend, you had two goals in mind. Remember what they were?”
Tori’s fighting back a smile, trying to maintain her tough girl pose. Finally she huffs, “Yeah. Get drunk and curse my ex.”
I nod slowly. “I’d say we accomplished the first last night.” I wink, giving her a moment to remember the tequila shots we licked off each other’s bodies. “But I didn’t want you to think I forgot about the second.” With a flourish, I reveal what’s in my hands.
Tori reacts exactly the way I wanted her to, by doubling over with laughter. “Oh my God, is that a…is that a voodoo doll?” she wheezes, still clutching herself. I close the distance between us, my still very naked dick starting to halfway harden again. What can I say? Apparently, I’m insatiable around her. But I silently will it to stand down.
Cursing now, fucking later.
“Sure is, angel. I didn’t know what the asshole sperm donor looked like, but it turns out you can just get generic voodoo dolls.”
“Where the hell did you get that?” she asks, her face still full of mirth.
“The internet is a wonderful place.” I hold it out to her, along with the small container of pins. “Would you like to do the honours?”
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, but she takes the items from me. “How does this work, exactly?”
“Pretty sure you just stab the thing and pretend you’re stabbing him,” I supply helpfully, earning an eye roll.
She hums softly under her breath, looking down at the doll. Flashing me a mischievous glance, she sets the container of pins down, opens it, and chooses one with a round, red, head. Inhaling dramatically, she raises her hand, then jabs it down in the doll’s crotch area so violently I instinctively cover my own junk.
“Damn, girl, tell me how youreallyfeel,” I tease. Picking up another pin, I watch as Tori takes her time choosing where to stab the doll, then with another wicked grin, she sticks it right over the mouth area.
“He was terrible at oral.”
Another pin, this time into each of the doll’s hands. “A selfish lover.”
