“Oh yeah.” Shit, I hadn’t thought of that, which was an important thing to consider, at least for me.
“I know my woman can’t go very long without eating.”
“Well, we can take a break for that. But that’s it.” I waved my index finger. “Nothing else.”
He took another drink of his coffee before he rose to his feet. “How about we make some breakfast, then?”
My eyes absorbed his muscled frame, immediately picturing that handsome face between my thighs, his scruff scratching me and turning me on. But my pussy and my stomach were at war with each other, because a loud grumbling sound filled the dining room.
He grinned before he turned away. “There’s my answer.”
I faced the back of the couch with my hands gripping the edge, my back arched, tears glistening in the corners of my eyes as my body was thrust forward every time he pushed inside me. His hand gripped the back of my neck aggressively, while his other hand held my hip, his body working hard to hit me deep over and over. “God…yes.” My moans turned incoherent, and I started to scream as I came around his dick for the tenth time that weekend. “Fuck…yes.” The tears escaped the corners of my eyes and fell down my cheeks.
He groaned as he listened to me come, his fingers digging into the back of my neck even deeper.
The sex was so much better than it used to be, good, sweaty, aggressive…so damn unbelievable. When I finished my high, I lowered my neck to rest my forehead on the back of the couch, catching my breath as my tightness released his dick.
He wrapped his arm across my chest and pulled me against him, his chest against my back. He rocked inside me deeply, holding me tight with his face pressed into my neck. He breathed and groaned, about to come inside me with a potent release.
“Fuck that pussy…”
He made a loud groan as he released, his big, fat dick throbbing inside me as it gave me his seed. We’d been fucking like rabbits in spring, and he still wasn’t shooting blanks. White globs of arousal dripped from my entrance every single time.
He continued to thrust until he was completely finished. Then his arms squeezed me tightly as he panted into my ear, his sweaty chest rubbing against my soaked skin. He started to soften when he was finished, like his body couldn’t go anymore after the fuck-a-thon we’d had all weekend. His batteries were officially drained.
I loved making love to this man, but I loved the bomb-as-fuck sex too. God, it was so good. This man was so good.
He pulled out of me then stepped into the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a handful of tissues.
I took them to clean myself up. “What a gentleman.”
He grinned before he pulled on his sweatpants again and walked into the kitchen to make dinner.
I put on my underwear and his shirt before I joined him.
He opened the fridge and grabbed a couple things before leaving them on the counter.
I lifted myself onto the granite countertop so my legs could dangle over the edge. I leaned back against the cabinet, my eyes tired and heavy after all the good chemicals dumped into my blood. All this hot sex made me so happy and relaxed. My coochie had never been so satisfied. I watched him move around the kitchen, still wanting more…believe it or not.
How could I not? Look at that hunk of man.
He started to cook on the stove, letting everything sizzle in the oiled-up pans before he turned to look at me. “Really? Again?”
“Yep.” I was completely unapologetic about it.
He grabbed a spatula and stirred everything before he came close to me and stood in front of me.
My legs immediately circled his waist, and my ankles locked together. “Now, you can’t go anywhere.”
He brought his face close to mine and stared at my lips for a long time. “Like I’d want to.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
My hands touched his hard chest as we listened to our dinner sizzle in the hot pans. “I didn’t think the sex could get any better.”
His confident gaze was locked on to my face. “It’s always better when you’re in love.”
My eyes softened as I continued to feel his muscular chest, my legs pulling him in just a little bit closer.
His hands flattened on the granite on either side of me, and he brought himself even closer, his forehead resting on mine, our dinner abandoned. “You’re so beautiful when you let me in like this.”
I felt like a completely different woman now that I’d given him full access to my heart. Carefree, trusting, and deliriously happy, I gave him everything I had.
And it was so easy to do.
He pressed his face into my neck and gave me a few kisses before he pulled away and returned to making our food.
My knees came together automatically with his absence, and I pulled them to my chest as I watched him cook, his tight, muscular back glistening with sweat. “What made you decide to live in such a big place?”
He flipped the meat and added more oil to the veggies. “It wasn’t the size that attracted me. Rather, the building, the location, and the security. The other residents guard their privacy and keep to themselves, which is perfect for me because I’m the same way.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
He stood over the stove, sexy and shirtless, his body tight and chiseled whether he was tense or relaxed. He was so fit that he always looked strong.
“How long have you been here?”
“About seven years now.”
“Oh…”
He turned back to me, silently asking for an explanation for my less-than-positive remark.
“Does that mean you lived here with your ex-wife?”
He nodded. “It was one of the few things I got to keep in the divorce.”
For a split second, it made me feel weird to be in the same penthouse where she used to live, in the bedroom where she used to sleep, at the dining table where she used to eat, but then I realized it was a long time ago and it shouldn’t matter. She didn’t deserve him in the first place.
When the food was done, he plated everything then handed my dinner to me. He leaned against the opposite counter, facing me, and ate where he stood, holding the plate with one hand with his fork in the other.
“Ten thousand square feet in this place and you want to eat like this?” I teased.
He sliced his fork into his tender chicken and shrugged before he placed a bite in his mouth. “You look too cute to move.”
I liked that answer. “This is really good.” I took a few bites, my feet still dangling over the edge.
“Do I cook better than Charlie?”
I squirmed on the spot. “No comment…”
“Oh, come on. You can tell me.”
“You’re putting me in a really awkward position. If I say your cooking is better and he finds out about it…he’ll never cook for me again, which means I’ll starve. If I say he’s better, I might not get that bomb-as-fuck sex anymore.”
“Bomb as fuck?” he asked, his eyes down on his food.
“Yes, that’s the best description I can think of.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He grabbed a stalk of asparagus and took a bite of the first half, looking at me as he did it. “Can I ask you something personal?”