“Come here,” he says somewhat grumpily. “I want to cuddle.”
“All right.” I smile, fitting myself against him, laying my head on his chest. His arm comes around me and everything is perfect. It’s considered the height of romance and best etiquette to yawn so hard your jaw cracks after great sex. Just ask me. “Sorry. It was a big day.”
“Close your eyes, beloved. You’ll need your stamina for later.”
He’s a smart man. So I do what the smart sexy man says. And my sleep is both deep and peaceful.
I wake up aching. Skilled fingers pinching my nipples, teeth embedded in my shoulder. The boy is an animal in bed. He draws an invisible line down my body, from my breasts to my pussy. Teasing and thrilling me along the way. My skin is all goose pimples. The heat of his hard body at my back is such a turn-on. No doubt about it, we should spend as much time skin to skin as possible. It’s going to take a while for me to get my fix.
“Beck.”
“Hmm?”
“What are you up to?”
He draws my leg back over his, making room for him to slip his cock into me. Sex on your side first thing in the morning is a hell of a hello. He angles his hips, pushing in deeper. Deeper than I thought he could go. His hand is back at my breast, thumb rubbing back and forth over my hard nipple.
“Just making up for lost time,” he says, voice rough and low.
“That’s what you said at three.” I happy sigh as he draws back, before pushing back in again. Adding a little roll of his hips for good luck and good times. “And then again at six.”
“It’s just after nine now, beloved. Time for your breakfast fuck.”
“We should have pancakes.” I gasp as he hits a particularly wonderful spot deep inside of me.
“Excellent idea.”
Then there’s no more talking, because the man is fucking me into oblivion.
I add some more bacon and another pancake to my plate before heading back to the dining table. The same table where Beck is lounging back in his seat watching me with a coffee in hand. A leisurely breakfast after a big night is a beautiful thing.
“What?” I ask with a smile.
“You’re walking funny.”
“I am not. Shut up,” I hiss. “And if I am, whose damn fault might that be?”
“I recommend icing followed by a relaxing tongue massage.”
“Keep your body parts to yourself for a while, Beck. I need a break.” I wave my fork at him in a vaguely threatening manner. Then I check that Mrs. Francis hasn’t wandered back into the room. Because it’s all fun and games until the housekeeper hears you talking about sex.
Beck smirks. Bastard.
“And get that look off your face.”
“What look?”
“That self-satisfied smirk you’re wearing.”
Princess dashes out from underneath a couch to hide beneath my chair. I tear her off a small piece of bacon and drop it on the ground. She picks up the food and is gone again.
“That’s spoiling her,” says Beck, taking a sip of coffee. “You’re teaching our firstborn bad habits.”
“No, I’m buying her love. It’s a different thing entirely.”
“Babies, both fur and skin, need these things to be stated in plain language.” Beck turns in his chair. “Princess, we love you.”
From underneath the couch, the cat hisses.
“Do you think she should have her own Instagram account?” asks Beck.
“No.”
“Okay. Want to go back to bed after breakfast?” he asks, all innocent like.
“No. Again.” I laugh. “I’m serious. I need a break.”
“I meant to nap and watch movies.”
“You did not. Besides which, we have a media room we haven’t even used yet for that.” I load up my fork with the perfect ratio of maple syrup-soaked pancake to bacon. “Keep it in your pants until I say otherwise, thank you.”
“It’s like you don’t care about my large penis at all,” he says with a sniff.
“I’m not dignifying that with a response.”
“But you don’t deny it!”
“The lack of care or the size?”
“Both,” he says, faking so much indignation. The clown.
It’s hard to keep the smile off my face. “Of course I care and as for the second I can only assume you’re fishing for compliments.”
His tongue plays behind his cheek. Guess he’s having a hard time keeping a straight face too.
“But yes, it’s very large,” I admit.
He punches the sky in victory. “Thank you, dearest. And just so you know, your cunt is world-class.”
“Thanks. Are you really taking the day off?” I put the food