“Your ass is gonna be painful if you don’t go sit down.” I turned her toward the built-in seating area off the kitchen. The red leather circular benches were large enough to seat at least eight people.
I placed the platters in the middle of the table, along with a pitcher of sweet tea, knowing Laikyn loved it. I grabbed a bottle of beer for myself, then sat across from my mate.
“Thank you for this.” She waved at the food.
“My pleasure. Now dig in, so I can take you back to bed for a few hours of sleep. I need to rest a little before heading to the club tonight.”
We ate in companionable silence. I polished off most of the bacon and macaroni and cheese, then Laikyn stood. “You cooked, so I clean, and don’t argue.”
I sat back with a satisfied groan. “No arguments from me. Have at it.”
She worked efficiently around my kitchen while I enjoyed watching her bend over and place the dishes in the dishwasher. I was such an ass man, and not afraid to admit it. And Laikyn had the finest one I’d seen. As she turned to me, uncertainty on her gorgeous face, I stood.
“Come. It’s time to go back to bed. I haven’t held you through the night.” She looked at the rising sun.
“You know what I mean. Don’t sass me, woman.” I lifted her, tossing a giggling Laikyn over my shoulder. “Now, I’m going to have to punish you.” I gave her a mock slap on her firm behind.
“Oh, whatever shall I do?”
I loved that she felt at ease enough to tease me. Flat out, I loved her. However, we needed to set some ground rules... at some point. Right now, I have to bury myself inside my very own piece of heaven.
Walking into the bedroom, I was surprised to see she’d changed the sheets and remade the bed. “You’ve been busy,” I remarked, pulling the cover back.
Laikyn wiggled around until I let her slide down to the ground. “The sheets needed to be replaced after our...you know?” Scarlet stained her cheeks.
I tipped her chin up to meet my eyes. “After I fucked you senseless and came in you so hard my eyes crossed?”
She licked her lips, making me groan. “You are such a dirty talker.”
“Baby, you ain’t heard nothing yet. Wanna know what I want to do to you?” I rubbed my thumb across her bottom lip, rubbing the wetness into my skin. I wanted to have her scent all over me.
“I’m pretty sure you’d shock me senseless with your dirty mind.”
Arousal spiked the air—hers and mine. “I’m gonna ask you the same question I asked before. Do you like those clothes, cause I’m gonna rip them from your body in two point two seconds if you don’t get them off? Actually, there is a house rule. From this second on, you wear no clothes once you enter this room.” I stared hard at Laikyn, wanting her to know I was serious. I didn’t want any barrier between her body and me. I’d allow her to wear clothing outside of our bedroom, but once inside, she was to be bare. Mine for the taking.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Her voice trembled, but she lifted the hem of her top over her head.
I’d known she was braless in the kitchen, but seeing the hardened tips made my mouth water. I stepped back and waited for her to take off the shorts, watching her hook her thumbs in the elastic waistband. Laikyn did a little shimmy, and then the pale-yellow briefs fell to the floor. My cock jerked inside the nylon sweats at the image of my own personal goddess standing before me, gloriously naked.
“Now, undress me,” my voice came out as a rough growl.
Laikyn blinked, then raised her hands, inching the pants down and over my dick. “My, what is that?” she whispered sweetly.
I stood with my legs locked as she pulled the fabric all the way to my ankles, kneeling as I lifted one foot, then the other. My ability to speak, it seemed, had left me.
“May I?” She asked, palming my dick.
Holy shit. I wanted to shove my length between her parted lips, but I decided to see what she would do. Her mouth opened, taking the tip inside and sucked. Hard. Laikyn hummed. The sound had me going up on my toes.
“Fuck me, Lake. Feels so damn good.” I gripped the hair on the back of her head. My control kept me from forcing her to take more, when that was exactly what I wanted—her to take all of me. She teased the sensitive underside with her tongue, cupping my balls with one hand and holding me in the other. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she’d done this a thousand times.
When her tongue began swirling down my length while she took as much of me as she could, I lost the ability to do anything but feel. I sensed my come bubbling up. Breathless. She scraped her nails down my thigh, her lips and tongue stroking down my shaft, which threatened to make me explode. I could feel my cock flexing inside her tight mouth. The scent of her own arousal spiked the air around us.
“That’s it, baby, right there,” I groaned as she squeezed my balls and her mouth tightened on the head of my dick. “Fuck, you are getting wet, aren’t you? Damn! I want to taste your pussy while you suck me.” My words had more of her sweet scent filling the room. Her hand began stroking me from root to tip, just below her mouth, as she sucked the engorged head of my erection. Another hum had me close to coming; erotic pleasure singed me.
Why had I let her go two years ago? She was my everything. Her caressing fingers tightened on my balls as she lashed at the underside of my dick with her tongue, humming a tune only she heard. I tried to pull her off, my fingers tightened on the hair in my fist. Shards of pleasure arced up my spine. She shook her head and sucked harder, taking me deeper, swallowing against the tip. The pressure was too much. I flexed my hips, shifting, and thrust against her face.
“Ah, Mon Chaton. So good. Too much,” I swore. “Hell, if you don’t want me coming down your throat, you better stop now.”
