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“Right there, right there,” he chanted. Then he groaned and bucked, releasing his warm cum on my chest. He continued to thrust a few more times, coating my breasts.
When he stepped back, I looked down at the mess. I gently ran my fingers over it, mixing his cum with the syrup.
He groaned again, dropping on his knees. “Let me taste it, baby.” He pulled me to him, his mouth sucking on a nipple again. “You’re a fucking fantasy come true.”
He jumped up, grabbed my hand, and tugged me to go with him.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he led me up a grand staircase, then down a long hall.
“Shower. I have got to fuck you, baby.” He brought me into a large room lit only by the moon. I didn’t have time to admire it, as he pulled me into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and then his mouth was on me again.
Even as he kissed me, he reached into the shower feeling the warmth of the water.
He guided me under the spray as he reached for the soap. He lathered his hands and then used them to clean off the syrup and his cum. I lathered my hands and washed him too, although mostly I just wanted to touch him.
“I need to be in you.” He turned me, pressing me against the cool tiles. His dick was at full staff again. It was a marvel to me how quickly he could recover. A marvel, and a complete joy.
He lifted my leg, hooking over it over his hip. “Hold on to me.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
“Look at me, Morgan.”
I brought my gaze to his gorgeous green eyes. “I hope our baby has green eyes,” I said.
Emotion filled his green irises. “I fucking love you.”
Before I could respond, he slid inside me, not stopping until I was filled to the hilt.
“Perfect, you’re so perfect,” he said with a reverie I’d only dreamed of.
“Yes,” I gasped. “I love you, Kade. More than you know.”
His lips crushed down on mine as he held me to him, his body inside of mine, a part of me. In that moment, I understood love. About how it wasn’t just a feeling, but something soul deep that connected two human beings. He’d said it best when he told me he felt like his heart had attached to me. That’s how I felt. Like I was irrevocably a part of him, and him a part of me.
He started to move, pleasure flooding my body. Together we sought pleasure. But it wasn’t just lust driving us in this perfect dance. It was love.
He slapped one hand against the tiled wall as his other held my leg up over his hip. “Tell me you’re close baby. Tell me you’re going to come.”
“Yes,” I gasped as the friction of him sliding in and out of me pushed me higher and higher. “So close… oh god…” And then I was there. A tidal wave of pleasure rolled through me. My hips gyrated, seeking to draw out the glorious release.
He growled. “Yes… fuck, I love it when you come on my cock.” Then he bucked and thrust, filling me with his come. We held each other for several moments as our breaths returned to normal.
“I’ll never look at pancakes and not get a hard-on again,” he said.
I laughed. “Me neither.”
He looked at me. “Girls don’t get hard-ons.”
“Sure, we do. My clit gets big and hard.”
He growled. “Why do I get hard when you talk like that?”
“Like what? Clit?”
He laughed and then kissed me until I was breathless.
The next morning, I woke with him next to me. If I played my cards right, I’d wake up like this for the rest of my life.
“I’m going to make more pancakes,” I said, resting my head on his chest to listen to the steady beat of his heart.
He lifted the sheet and looked down toward his groin. “See? I told you.”
His cock was hard, although it was my understanding that men woke up like that anyway.
“Would you rather have German pancakes?” I asked.
“That can be served with syrup too,” he said.
“Or cream.”
“I can see we’re going to have some interesting times cooking together.” He rolled me under him. “But first… ” In one smooth move, he was inside me. Yes, I could wake up like this every day.
An hour later, we were having the omelets I threw together, sitting out on the deck overlooking the ocean.
“Money can’t buy love, but it does get you a great view,” I said.
“Anywhere I can see you is a great view.”
I smiled. “It’s ridiculous how good it feels when you say things like that.”
He pulled my hand to his lips. “Then I’ll make a point of saying things like that all the time.”
“You’ll spoil me.”
“So?” He winked as he scooped up another bite of omelet. “These are seriously good. I’d be happy if you cooked breakfast every day.”
