I glance over my shoulder. Shae’s bent over the dishwasher, her bare ass sticking out, and I think, What the hell? Now’s as good a time as any.
I set the tub on the counter and peel off the lid. Shae stands up and turns to see what I’m doing.
“What’s that?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Humor me.”
“Take your shirt off, Shae.”
Her eyes flash with desire, and she lifts the bottom of her shirt over her head. It takes a moment for me to catch my breath at the sight of this angel standing naked in my kitchen. Everything about her is perfect, and I’m not talking about her body, although that’s damn perfect too.
“On the counter.”
Biting her lip, she jumps up on the counter, one leg hanging over the edge, the other propped up. She’s open, her pussy glistening, her clit already swollen and begging for my tongue. I have to drag my eyes back to hers.
“I don’t want you to remember that night on my roof every time you take a lick of icing. I want you to have a better memory. A sexy memory.” Dipping my finger in the chocolate, I paint a line across her chest, taking the time to outline each of her nipples.
When I lower my lips to her breast, Shae grabs my hand, sucking my finger into her mouth. Her tongue swirls, matching the movement of my tongue against her nipple.
“Rex.” She pulls my fingers from her mouth and guides my hand to her opposite breast. I squeeze and pluck at her nipple, loving the feel of her body writhing against mine.
I ease my mouth across her chest, offering soft, tender bites that I know drive her wild. When she can’t take it anymore, she shoves my boxers over my hips and guides my heavy cock to her entrance. With my lips still wrapped around her breast, I thrust into her. She cries out, tossing her head back.
Her fingers dig into my hair, cupping the back of my head, holding my face hostage at her breast while the other hand digs into my back. Hips rolling on the counter, she matches me thrust for thrust. My balls tighten, a shot of electricity shooting up my spine, and I grab her knee, hooking her leg around my waist so I can drive deeper into her body.
“Shae,” I growl, burying my face in her hair. My hips jerk against hers, and as I spill into her, Shae lets go. She tightens around me, sucking me in, milking every drop from
my body.
I slow my hips to a nice, steady pace, allowing her to ride out every last bit of her orgasm.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful. You take my breath away.”
Blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes, she licks her lips. “Promise me we’ll do that at least once a week.”
“Absolutely. Bacon and counter sex. We’ll make it a weekly ritual.”
Closing her eyes, she fights to catch her breath. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
I hope you do, sweetheart.
Gently, I pull out and walk to the bathroom to grab a towel. When I return to the kitchen, Shae is standing up, staring at her bare thighs where a stream of my cum slips down her leg.
She glances up, a shy smiling pulling at the corner of her mouth as I wipe the remnants of my orgasm from her leg.
“That’s definitely happening again. I have so many more plans for that icing.”
“There’s always tonight,” she says, batting those long, dark eyelashes.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” I drop my lips to her shoulder, and she scrunches her neck, giggling. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world.
I love you.
“Today couldn’t have been more perfect.” Wrapping my arms around Erin, I pull her in for a hug, careful not to mess up her hair.
Her wedding went off without a hitch, and after endless smiles and photographs we all piled into a trolley, stopping at a few of her and Jacob’s favorite bars before coming to the reception hall. The dinner was delicious, and now it’s time to kick back and dance.