Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I lay my head back down on the pillow and cuddle into the bed, closing my eyes again. "Morning," I hear him say and open my eyes again, seeing him standing by my bed wearing his white boxers and holding two cups of coffee in his hands.
"Good morning." I smile and get up, holding the sheet to my naked chest. He hands me a cup of coffee and I grab it with my empty hand. He puts his knee onto the bed and then leans in to kiss my lips.
"Did I wake you?" he asks, getting into the bed beside me.
"The smell of coffee did," I say, taking a sip of the hot coffee. Sitting with my back to the headboard I look over at him. "How did you sleep?"
He sits with his back toward the headboard also and takes his own sip of his coffee. "Great." He smirks. "Especially when I fall asleep and then wake up with my dick in your mouth."
I chuckle and shrug. "You were poking me in the ass with it. What was I supposed to do?" I look over at him and lean over to kiss his shoulder. "Besides, I didn’t hear you complain."
"If my cock is going to be in your mouth." He stares at me with a smirk. "You will never hear me complain." I laugh and try to push down the feeling that is creeping up in my chest. I know exactly what it is; it’s fucking happiness. It’s something I haven’t felt fully for four years. It’s something I never thought I would feel again. It’s something that I’m almost afraid of feeling. "So what do you usually do on the weekend?" he asks me.
"Work." I put my hot cup of coffee down on the side table and get up.
"Where are you going?" he asks, sitting up.
"To the bathroom," I say, walking across the room and feeling his eyes on me. I don’t bother closing the door behind me because he’s seen everything already. "Holy shit," I say, walking over the wet towels on the floor and then seeing the bathtub still full. I lean over and drain the tub. "I didn’t think it was this much water." I laugh when I remember riding him so hard that I heard the water splashing but didn’t pay attention to it at the time. He was also the first one out of the tub, so he cleaned most of it up. "I’m going to make a note not to fill it up so much the next time."
"That would help," he says from the bedroom and then I hear the sheet rustle and his feet walking toward the bathroom. "Want me to put the towels in the wash?" he asks, leaning against the doorjamb. His boxers show the outline of his cock and my body tingles.
"Stop talking dirty to me." I wink at him, walking to the sink and looking into the full-length mirror. "What in the hell?” I say, walking even closer when I see the red spots all over me. It’s a mixture of hickeys and also beard burn. "I look like I got attacked by a swarm of bees."
He just laughs. "You also have a couple on your ass." He points at me and I turn around to see that I have one on each ass cheek. I look over my shoulder on each side and then glare at him. "You said I could do it anywhere but your neck."
"You took that really literally.” I laugh. Walking to him and standing in front of him, I get on my tippy-toes and kiss him under his chin. One of his hands goes to my hip as he pulls me to him. "We need to eat," I mumble, not moving out of his grasp as I rub my nose across his jawline. "Are you hungry?"
"I’m famished." He picks me up and before I know it his mouth is between my legs.
"Where are you going?" I lift my head after he gets out of bed an hour later.
"I’m going to cook us breakfast," he says, putting his boxers back on. "You get dressed." I smirk at him. "You being naked got us sidetracked again."
"Does my nakedness offend you?" I poke out my tits.
He groans and walks away and I can see him adjusting himself. "Just cover your lady parts," he says over his shoulder and I can’t help but laugh. I get out of bed, putting on shorts and a tank top but no bra or panties. Fixing the bed, I walk into the kitchen and see that he’s already got bacon in the pan and is scrambling eggs.
"It smells good in here," I say when I get beside him and I kiss his back. "Let me make you coffee." Side by side, we get ready to eat. He takes out two plates, filling them with eggs, bacon, and sliced toast.