“Suit yourself,” I say, tightening my hold on her to keep her on my lap. “More for me.”
I reach for another piece of bacon, hold it up for Lizzie, and when she tries to take a bite, I pull it back and shove it into my mouth.
“Hey.”
“Naked.”
“Yes, I’m aware that you’re naked. I can feel your…it’s poking me in the butt.”
I grin. “You can’t say it, can you? You’ve had your mouth on it, it’s been in your body, and you still can’t say it.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, fluffing her breasts for me. If only her stupid shirt were gone.
“I can say it.”
“Let’s hear it. I’ll reward you with bacon.”
Lizzie rolls her eyes. “Cock. Your cock is poking me in the butt.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
She opens her mouth, no doubt to spout off some comeback, but I shove a piece of bacon into her mouth instead.
My cock thickens as she moans around the bite in her mouth. After she swallows, she pulls her shirt off and reaches for another piece. She moans and closes her eyes when she takes a bite. “I love bacon.”
My mouth waters at the
sight of her perky breasts. “Maybe this was a bad idea?”
“Why?” she asks, opening her eyes.
“Because if you keep making those noises, and your nipples get any harder, I’m going to fuck you here on the table.”
“I’m amenable to the idea.”
“You are, huh?” I tickle her sides. She laughs and curls into me. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time. But we should probably use my kitchen table, yours is flimsy.” It takes a massive amount of willpower for me to lift Lizzie from my lap. I smack her ass and set her in the chair beside me. “Eat before the food gets cold.”
Her gaze falls to the table, and her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink. “But I’m naked.”
“No, you’re not. You still have your panties on,” I say, piling a plate high with bacon, eggs, and sausage. I push the plate in front of Lizzie and give her a fork. “Eat.”
“I’m naked.”
“I like you that way.”
“But I’m naked.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“I don’t know if I can eat breakfast naked.”
“Lizzie.”
“Fine.” She holds up a hand before grabbing her fork. “But if I somehow lose a nipple, it’s your fault.”
“I’ll love you even if you’re nippleless.”
“That’s not even a word.”