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“Erez…” she panted.
“Yes?”
“Is it good for you too?”
“Yes. I’m going to have the best fuck of my life.”
There was a pause, and she strained to hear a clicking ice cube or a sip of hot chamomile tea.
“Please, lick me like that again.” He slurped more tea, and her slit was engulfed in a heat wave, the jolt of joy almost unbearable.
“More,” she told him, the tight spring in her abdomen aching to uncoil. His scorching hot mouth met her center, and he nipped her. She shut her eyes tightly underneath the mask and saw stars.
“More, make me come,” she ordered him.
He growled into her and tremors travelled all the way to her throat. When he sucked her, the buildup mounted. Her legs lifted in the air, falling slack on two taut shoulders, her heels hitting his back. The pressure inside her was unrelenting, begging to unfurl. Pushing into the hot press of his mouth, she felt his strong fingers on her thighs, keeping her fastened in place. She cried his name, his chuckle re-vibrating inside her, propelling her to climb higher and higher.
“More,” she begged, a slight nip of his teeth and then, finally, her explosion hit her. She leveled her legs, her muscles taut, straight as a shooting star. He held her in place and absorbed her weight and never let go, not until she lay slack and spent, her feet dangling on his broad back. He laid her down, and she tore off her blindfold, wanting to stare at the dark head between her legs.
“Erez.” The green eyes lifted, wild with want. She couldn’t wait any more. Her belly ached to be filled by him.
“I want you.” Wet and craving, she could hardly articulate her plea. “I want you inside me but, but, but…” Shit, he made her stutter. She took a calming breath. “But without a condom.”
“Yes,” he said hoarsely. His back muscles undulated as he took off his underwear. Then, faster than she thought possible, he was back above her on his elbows. His thick cockhead nudged her entrance. She held her breath, dying to be filled. In, out, then in, just a little more. He was holding himself from going too fast.
“Can you please, just please go in?” She couldn’t take this slow torture.
He laughed and shoved in, widening inside her, stuffing her deliciously.
“You’re beautiful.” She breathed his soapy sea scent and drowned. He covered her mouth with his, his tongue keeping pace with his cock, as he assaulted her senses, kissing and thrusting into her.
“This is going to be a real quick one. I’m crazy turned on.”
“I’m good. You’ve taken care of me. Go ahead, it’s not our last time for tonight.”
She sifted her fingers through his short hair, and hugged him closer, his hard chest crushing her breasts, his groin plastered to her pelvis, his hot breath on her neck, as he growled her name and came inside her, hot and alive.
Chapter 30
Our Parents Shape Us
If he stayed here next to the sleeping Dafna, he would end up waking her up to make love to her again. Sliding quietly out of bed, he dug out of his overnight bag his toilet kit, a clean pair of underwear, a T-shirt, and shorts. After his quick shower, Dafna was still asleep.
He would prepare breakfast, and eat it together with her, like a proper couple on a Saturday morning. When Rona and he were married, they never did this. They were saddled with a screaming baby. The short half-assed relationships he’d never tried to maintain hadn’t involved lazy weekends. At thirty-six, he was experiencing mundane relationship firsts. He probed the beast he’d nurtured, with the willing help of his daughter, the one that was scared of commitment. It was quiet.
He climbed down the stairs, the cool terrazzo pleasant under his bare feet. A large window ran along the marble top of her vast kitchen. The well-stocked four door fridge had tomatoes, cucumbers, low fat mayonnaise, and eggs. He discovered a small pan and began boiling two eggs in it. Slicing the vegetables into small pieces, he added freshly chopped flat parsley.
“Nothing smells as fresh as a sliced cucumber.” He turned to see a showered and lovely Dafna dressed in a light cotton dress.
“I’m making us breakfast.” He hugged her clumsily, being careful not to soil her with his dirty palms, and skimmed her bare shoulders with his lips, her skin so silky and fragrant.
“I could kiss your neck all day. Stopping only for short bathroom breaks.” Sweet nothings were another first. He didn’t even know he had it in him.
“And eat.” She giggled and took a step back. “I’m making coffee. Is French press okay?”
“Perfect.” He cleared his mind of lecherous thoughts.
Dafna took out a small coffee grinder. She poured whole beans into it and activated it, filling the kitchen with the appetizing smell of freshly ground coffee.
