sheet in place.
“Good morning.” She smiles, her cheeks flushing pink. I can tell she’s thinking about everything we did last night. I can see it in her eyes. I want to tear the sheet off her and show her how great morning sex is, but I don’t want to overdo it. I was rough with her last night.
I caress her cheek with the back of my fingers. “We’re really going to do this?” I question as a wave of doubt washes over me. What if she changed her mind?
She slowly nods her head. “Yes,” she whispers, then rubs her lips together.
Overcome with happiness, I grab her and pull her on top of me. I squeeze my arms tight around her and bury my face in the curve of her neck.
“You just made me the happiest I’ve ever been,” I say, my lips against her neck, my tone gruff.
Her hands move up to sensually run through my hair. My eyes close. I wish we were in our own safe zone where reality could never come crashing in to destroy what we’re building. I never want this moment to end.
She glances down at me, her face flushed as she slides her wet pussy back and forth along my cock. It’s nice to know she’s as affected by me as I am by her. I’ve been hard as a fucking rock for the past thirty minutes. I groan when she raises up to her knees and lowers herself down sheathing me inside her tight cunt.
My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her fair skin. “Ride me slow, angel.” I hiss between clenched teeth. The sight of her astride me, her hips rocking and rolling into me has me ready to burst.
When her hands move up to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples, I almost lose it. “Fuck,” I grit between clenched teeth. I slide one hand down to rub her clit. She moans and drops her head back. Watching her lose herself in this moment is overwhelming. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen with her back arched and her lips parted, deriving pleasure from my cock.
My fingers work her clit, circling around, and rubbing as her hips rock faster, driving us both closer and closer to release.
My hips thrust up to meet her downward motions, my free hand caresses up her spine before sliding in her hair to clutch the base of her head. When I tug on her hair, pulling her head back she gasps.
“Do you like that? You like a little pain, angel?” I ask. I love the way she reacts to my touch.
“Yes.” Her voice is husky. Her eyes are lazy, passion filled half slits.
I tug on her clit, pinching and pulling it between my thumb and index finger. She moans.
“I know what you need.” My hand releases her head and slips along her neck to wrap around her shoulder. I pull her down as I thrust upward as hard as I can. “Come for me, angel. I want to watch you come all over my cock.”
Her fingernails dig into my chest as her pussy clenches. Her mouth falls open.
“Zack,” she moans.
“Look at me,” I order, needing to see her eyes. Blue.
I thrust as deep as I can, releasing inside her tight pussy.
The orange juice is sweet on my taste buds, but not as sweet as the girl sitting across from me. Nothing tastes as sweet as her pussy does. I smirk and set my glass down on the table six inches to the left of my plate. It’s a habit from when I was a kid. I can remember spilling my drink at dinner and my father beating my ass because of it. I finally figured out if I kept my drink far enough away from my plate I wouldn’t knock it over anymore.
“What are you so smiley about?” Lana asks.
I reach across the table and take her hand in mine. “I’m just happy you’re here with me and you’re giving us a shot.”
The waitress interrupts, placing our plates down in front of us.
“Thank you,” Lana murmurs and then takes a bite of her eggs.
“How’s your work going?” I ask.
“I love working at K.D. Investigations. Kyle and Derek are both great guys and easy to work for.”
“What’s your favorite thing about what you do?” I spear some pancake on my fork and drag it through the maple syrup.
“The best thing I’ve worked on so far was helping a long-lost brother and sister reunite. They hadn’t