Slipping in through the slider door, I quickly strip off my sweaty clothes and rest my hip on his counter by the stove with my legs crossed at my ankles.
The slider opens, and Wyatt’s grumbling precedes him. “Jesus, woman. What the hell was—” His eyes grow wide as he takes in the sight in front of him.
“Thought we could start on breakfast as soon as you got in.” I grab some of the eggs off the counter and a bowl from the cabinet in front of me, stretching up on my toes and popping my ass out.
In an instant, his hands are on my hips. “Fuck, Goddess. You are hell on my resolve. I don’t have much time,” he murmurs into my neck. “It’s you or food.”
“Hmm.” I tap my finger on my chin. “How about you cook? And I’ll take care of you.”
I drop to my knees, sliding down between his body and the counter.
“You know this doesn’t work. I’ll burn my eggs.” He reaches down and pulls me back up until I’m in his arms. “I have an idea. A little mutual satisfaction, then you can cook while I shower.”
His shorts hit the floor with a pluff of air at my feet.
“Sounds like the perfect morning to me.” Leaning up on my tiptoes, I kiss him.
“Give me one second.” He takes off up the stairs.
My mind spins with possibilities. But when he returns with a piece of hot pink plastic covering his finger, it creates more questions than answers.
“What is that?” I smirk, taking him in, his chiseled chest and naked body on full display as he stalks toward me.
“It’s a finger sleeve, for G-spot massage. It adds a little extra to your pleasure.” He slips between my thighs, pushing me against the island. “Close your eyes.”
Listening, I relax with my hands resting on his shoulders, feeling every movement. The anticipation of what he’ll do next has me ready for anything.
His arm flexes under my touch, and then his fingers trail over my collarbone with such a light touch that I almost wouldn’t know he even moved if I didn’t feel it under my hands.
Next he moves down to my nipples, running the massager over each one. The different sensations make my skin pebble with need. Pinching and twisting each nipple, he has me moaning his name in no time.
My fingers flex, and I dig my nails into his skin as he continues down my stomach between my thighs.
“You’re already so wet, Goddess. Were you waiting for this the whole time we were running?” He pushes into me slow as hell.
“Yes. It’s my favorite part of exercise now,” I admit.
“Are you ready? We need to go quick.”
His free hand snakes around my hip and holds me close as the massager finds my clit. Between him pinching and circling with his calloused fingers and the rough textures on the silicone, it doesn’t take him long to bring me to the brink.
Letting my hands drop, I grip his cock in one hand, and his balls rest in my other palm. Sliding my hand from the base to his tip pulls him closer into me. Meshing our bodies together, our hands tangle as we pleasure each other, naked in the kitchen.
Moving faster and faster, we both get closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Goddess,” he whispers into the shell of my ear. His breath tickles as he pinches my clit with the massager and runs circles around it.
I can’t keep the orgasm at bay, and it takes over.
“Yes!” My cries echo in the large open kitchen.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he moans.
Our bodies freeze for a few seconds as our orgasms take over, and he pulls me to him, massaging my boobs as we ride them out.
Nuzzling into my neck, we stand together, trying to catch our breath.
“Even a fucking quickie with you is perfection,” I whisper.
