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Jess released his cock, licking from base to tip before her lips again closed around his soft, fleshy top and she gave gentle suction. His low groans and soft cussing sent a tidal wave of arousal between her legs. Each subtle movement she made, reminded her of how saturated her panties were. With another deep breath in, Jess lowered her mouth on him again, relaxing the back of her throat, which allowed him to slide down. Another exhale through her nose and she relaxed more, and flexed her throat muscles around him.
“Fuck! Sweet...oh my fucking...” Ryan collapsed back against the bed.
She continued to bobble her head along his thick shaft before easing up again. Her gaze lifted and she pumped his slick cock with her hand as she watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest. With one arm thrown across his face, he continued to whisper expletives.
“Would you like to do the honors?”
He propped up on his elbows. A soft sheen of sweat dotted his brow. She looked to the bottle then down at her breasts. His slight obsession with them hadn’t been missed by her, and a proper celebration was in order.
“Fuck yeah I want that honor.”
Quickly moving back to a seated position, Ryan squirted some of the liquid into his hands. With a smile wider than she’d seen, he took his time rubbing her breasts. He pinched and tweaked her nipples, getting an illicit moan from her in the process. He was oh so very good with his hands.
She maneuvered again, rising up and she pressed her tits around his cock. Ryan’s hands closed around her comforter. Her well-oiled breasts easily slid along his thickness. Licking her lips, Jess lowered her mouth once again, working herself into a rhythm.
Ryan lifted his hips, pumping them upward, fucking her chest and mouth at the same time. Desire raged through her. Hard pinches to her nipples sent shockwaves between her legs while she continued to squeeze her tits around his cock to create as much friction as she could. She sucked in her cheeks, swirled her tongue around this girth, and suckled the tip.
There was pressure to the back of her head when his hand clamped down in time with a hard thrust up before he erupted in her mouth. She swallowed down all the warm liquid and released her breasts so she could take more of him into her mouth. His grunts and groans intensified her own fiery desire. Maneuvering one hand between her own legs, it took little stimulation to bring about her own climax.
His grip loosened and she eased up, reluctantly freeing his now flaccid dick. She moved up so that she was on all fours above him. Her stiff nipples brushed against his hairless chest. The tingle of desire still coursing through her mixed with satisfaction of seeing him utterly spent by her doing. “You get another upgrade.”
He tilted his head to the side. Cocky grin once again taking up residence. “Really?”
“Yup. You are way more arousing than Franco.”
She squealed when he grabbed her by the waist and flipped them.
“I damn well better be.”
He gave her a sweet kiss, sweeping his tongue through her mouth once before readjusting them so she lay on his chest. One of his hands found its way to her breast and he began drawing lazy circles around her dark nipple.
She draped her arm across his waist and snuggled closer. “This is a much better welcome to the neighborhood than a cake.”
Epilogue
Ryan
“Ow! Shit!”
Ryan dropped the pan of burnt-to-a-crisp cinnamon rolls along with the thin dishtowel on the stovetop. He stuck his thumb into his mouth, trying to cool the singed digit and surveyed the damage before him. Sausage patties undercooked. Cinnamon rolls overcooked.
“Fuck.”
It took a special sort of talent to burn canned baked goods, but at least the sausage could be nuked in the microwave.
“Yum. The smell of burnt food in the morning. I love it.”
Ryan looked up at the sound of her voice. Jess’s dark curls were contained beneath her black satin sleep bonnet. Learning about her hair care was an ongoing lesson, but he loved that she shared. Her nipples poked out behind the strained fabric of his white, ribbed tank that she wore. The ensemble was finished off with a pair of gray polka-dot panties and a dimple-revealing smile.
“Good morning, Peaches.” He handed her the mug with her Assam tea already steeping.
At least he didn’t mess that up.
“Thank you,” she said as she slid onto the barstool opposite him. She took a sip and eyed the disaster before her. “You know, if you wanted to get rid of me, there are easier ways than poisoning.”
He crossed his arms across his bare chest and leaned back against the counter. “Hardy-har-har. This is the appreciation I get for trying to do something nice for you.”
Six months they’d been dating, and rarely had they spent the night apart. His place or hers, it didn’t matter. They’d fallen into a routine, one he looked forward to. And he didn’t think that the change he wanted to propose would be that much of a stretch given the circumstances.
