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I let my head fall back slightly as she took me into her mouth. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I hauled her up by her arms. She ripped my T-shirt off over my head, and I tugged her panties down. Then I turned her around to bend over the counter like I’d imagined. I ran a hand down her spine, enjoying the sight of her milky-white skin on display.
I nudged her feet farther apart, her pussy already glistening.
“Are you wet from sucking me?” I asked her, my voice controlled.
She nodded jerkily.
She wanted me with the same intensity as I wanted her. I eased my fingers between her folds, gathering the wetness I found to enter her with one finger, then two. Fiona pushed back on them, and when I couldn’t take it any longer, I lined up my cock with her entrance and slowly slid inside. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her walls surrounding me.
Then I opened them because I didn’t want to miss a second of a naked Fiona in my kitchen on display for me.
Fiona looked over her shoulder at me. “I need you to move.”
I pulled back and snapped my hips so that my cock filled her. “Yes.”
I gripped her hips tightly, spreading her ass cheeks so I could see the spot where my dick entered her. It was visceral. The orgasm starting at the base of my spine quickly threatened to overwhelm me.
I reached around and pressed on her clit, needing her to come with me. As soon as she spasmed around me, I let go. I rested my weight over her back, placing a light kiss there.
Finally, I eased out and grabbed a washcloth, warming it under the water before moving back to clean her.
I helped her pull on her panties. I couldn’t believe Fiona Calloway stood in my kitchen in only a tiny pink lace thong. I grabbed her ass, pulling her against me. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Her tits pressed against my chest, revving me up again. With a groan, I pulled back, running a hand through my hair. I gave her my shirt. “Put that on, or we’ll never get breakfast cooked.”
Fiona giggled, and I relished the sound.
I pulled on my sweats, washed my hands, and got to work mixing the batter and pouring it into the pan. When the pancakes were cooking, I pulled her into my arms and kissed the top of her head.
When we’d dated, I held her every opportunity I got. I didn’t get much attention at home. I didn’t want to be near my parents, and my grandmother was nice to us, but she wasn’t overtly affectionate.
It felt good to touch and be touched again.
“I missed this,” Fiona said as she nestled into my chest.
“I did too.” With one arm around her, I checked the pancakes as they cooked. I wasn’t ready to let her go. When she walked out of my apartment, I wasn’t sure if she’d throw up her walls again and remember the day I broke her heart by turning down her proposal. I couldn’t blame her for being cautious, but I was going to enjoy every minute of this.
When we had a stack of pancakes, I grabbed the syrup and whipped cream while Fiona cut up strawberries.
When our plates were piled high and the pancakes smothered in whipped cream and strawberries, Fiona said, “This looks so good. I never have time for a breakfast like this.”
I gestured at my plate. “This is the reason why I usually run every day. I love to eat.”
Fiona laughed.
We dug in, and I couldn’t take my gaze off her. She moaned with the first bite, whipped cream on her nose.
“You’ve got some there.” I swiped the dollop with my thumb and sucked it into my mouth.
“We might need to use whipped cream later—”
“Much later. I have plans for you and the snow.”
“I can’t wait,” Fiona said, and I felt that connection. The one that had felt so unbreakable.
Not only was I attracted to her, but I had fun with her. And I couldn’t wait to spend the day together, and one more night. “Tonight, I want to cook for you. Let’s get dressed up and eat in the dining room. I can find a good wine, light some candles.”
“That sounds amazing.”
