“You didn’t. I’m normally up by now. So do you want some breakfast?” he asks, slipping his hands around my waist and tugging me close.
“I am kind of hungry.” I stare into his eyes, loving that shade of grey. It’s now my favorite color. Suddenly, images of a little boy with those eyes comes into my head. I press my hand to my stomach discreetly, wondering if I…no, I can’t be. I’m on birth control. Silly me.
“So am I,” he breathes across my lips.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Hmm…a pretty little pussy will do so well, but first I need to feed us some real sustenance.”
“How about just a kiss?” I ask.
“That I think we have time for.” He drops to his knees and parts my thighs, kissing me through my shorts.
“You big dummy. I meant my lips up here.”
Bennett smirks, knowing damn well what I meant, but I can’t say I didn’t like it. “Oh. Well, I love kissing those too.” He growls and pins me against the edge of the sink, crushing my lips with his as he grinds his hips against mine. With a roaring grunt, Bennett pulls away and goes to the fridge. He brings out a bottle of creamer and I smile. It’s my favorite kind.
“This is all they had. It’s pretty damn good, but I only need a little in my cup.”
“Good because I love a lot of cream,” I purr with innuendo.
“I’m trying to be a good man and feed you, but you keep that shit up and I’m going to give you my own cream.”
“Tempting a kitty with cream.” I lick my lips and then drop to my knees, yanking down his joggers. His huge cock pops out, bobbing in front of my face.
“Fuck, you don’t have to…” He loses his words when I slide my tongue over his engorged tip. I moan, loving the velvety feel. “Okay, if you must. Don’t tease me, woman.”
I pull off and look up at him with one hand wrapped around his length, stroking it and then say, “Never.” I take him down as far as I can go, sucking until I’m choking, so I back off and then back on. Slurping him like a greedy girl while stroking his long thick shaft.
“Baby, you’re going to make me come in that little mouth of yours, so you better be ready to swallow or pull off.” I only suck harder and then he hisses, “Last chance.” I run my fingers light over his balls and he lets go, filling my mouth with jets of cum. I swallow it down hungrily before popping off and giving the tip a kiss.
His knees buckle and he drops to the floor, kneeling and attempting to catch his breath.
“Fuck that was amazing,” he pants.
“Thank you,” I say with a smug grin before standing. “Now if you’ll excuse me I need to make some breakfast.”
“Breakfast and a blow job, I’m living like a king.”
“As long as you know it.” I move around the kitchen first washing my hands while he gets himself together. Searching the fridge I find eggs and bacon and get to work. God, I can’t believe how powerful I feel. Who knew that dropping to your knees for a man could make you feel like a queen? I finish the bacon when he comes out and then he helps.
We haven’t talked about what happened and I’m guessing that since this is new for both of us that he doesn’t know what to say; I don’t either. Instead we dance around each other, his hands finding ways to touch me. I finally build up the nerve and break the silence. “Did you not enjoy it?”
“What? That’s a fucking ridiculous question. I loved it. I just don’t know how to go about this. I didn’t return the favor and well, I wondered if you enjoyed it.”
“I did. Is that bad?” I’m pretty sure it’s a good thing, but everyone’s different.
“God, no. Fuck, I was hoping I didn’t turn you off with it. The sight of you on your knees is one I’ll never get out of my head.”
“Then can we move past this sudden awkwardness.”
“I suppose given everything that’s happened.” We go about eating, but there’s no awkward silence except when he watches me bring the fork to my lips. From the hungry look in his eyes I know he’s thinking about what I did to him. I might have created a monster. I wink at him and then get up to toss my dishes in the sink. I hear him push back his chair against the wood floor and then his hard manly steps coming up right behind me. Leaning in, Bennett’s breath sends tingles along my skin as he whispers in my ear, “Thank you for everything.”
Reaching around me he sets his plate in the sink and then he grips my hips and whips me around so that we’re face to face. Spearing one hand through my hair and the other possessively grasping my hip, he bends down and claims my mouth. He dominates his way past my lips, slipping his tongue inside and I meld to him, adding my own fierceness to our kiss. My hands move all over his shoulder and his thick, muscular neck. I think I’m in love. I can’t say I’m sure, but it feels like I’ll never get enough of this man. I cling to him like a monkey until we finally break away to breathe. We’re both panting when he adds, “Go relax. I’ll clean this up.”