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I come so hard my back crescents along the mattress, and my nose drives into her ass as I lift off the bed in orgasmic contortion. Her tongue curls the top of my cock, and my head is pinched at the back of her throat, caught in her swallows. It’s the most erotic, addictive feeling ever, coming and being swallowed at the same time.
Never felt that until now.
Smoothing my palms around the globes of her ass, I keep kissing and licking at her now sensitive cunt as my body drifts down from its orgasm high. She sucks and licks, cleaning my cock as I soften, and there’s something intimate about that, too.
Climbing off me, she drifts into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. “For your face,” she says, outstretching the washcloth to me.
I lick my lips. I was never, in my past life or otherwise, a lick your lips after eating pussy kind of guy. I was never a 69 guy. I was never a guy who came from being told how good I could breed my partner, either.
Scarlett sets me free. She makes me need things I never knew I wanted.
I use the washcloth to instead cool down my forehead, which makes her giggle. The sweetest noise is her soft, buoyant laughter, bouncing around the room full of morning sunlight, the air thick with orgasm.
“This is the perfect morning,” I tell her, wanting her to know that even without having sex, our time together is everything to me.
Her smile wanes as her eyes drop to the floor, searching for her pajamas. She tosses me some sweats and I watch with my limp cock draped along my belly as she covers herself. Pulling her hair out of the collar of her pajamas, she looks at me, cheeks flush, but not from exertion.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, sitting up in bed, reaching for my pants.
“That thing I said,” she starts. “About…” Her forehead falls into her hands and she moans, the sound full of embarrassment and… regret. I don’t like that. “About you breeding me,” she says, still not giving me her eyes.
“Scarlett,” I say, getting off the bed, clambering to my feet, only to drop to my knees at hers. I bring her foot to my thigh, and knead it with both hands. With a dip of my head, I press my lips to the inside of her ankle and calf, and kiss her until she’s stroking a hand through my hair.
I look up and find a small smile lifting her lips.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” I place a kiss on the top of her knee, and close my eyes as she sifts her lithe finger through my hair, nails grating my scalp. Her touch centers me.
“But you know I know it’s just… bedroom talk, right? I don’t really expect you to, you know, have a baby with me or anything.”
I bring her other foot to my thigh, and give it the same treatment. “I know.” I kiss the words into her calf, sliding a hand behind her leg, outstretching it. I smooth both hands up her leg, letting my fingers drag down slowly, attempting to soothe and calm her.
Her eyes droop and her hand slides to my cheek, cupping my face. “I just… I don't want you to be weirded out or anything.”
“I liked it,” I admit as I layer kisses over her warm, velvety skin. “In my past,” I say, toeing into new territory but nonetheless, a land that deserves dual exploration. I think I’ve got the gist of how things were with Pete, but I want her to know how it was with Valerie. For no other reason than to know me. Because I think it’s real with Scarlett, and our foundation has to be solid. Knowing each other is that foundation. “Well, Valerie was my first. We were college sweethearts, but we actually knew each other in high school. I guess I kind of saved myself for her and didn’t really know my needs, so I wanted what she wanted, and that felt normal. And it… well, it was. It worked for us. We were happy. We weren’t adventurous but we were happy.”
She takes my face in both hands. “Thank you for sharing. I know talking about your past is difficult.” She strokes her thumb along my bottom lip then dips down, pressing her soft lips to mine.
“And never be embarrassed about anything you say when chasing an orgasm,” I say with an uncharacteristically big smile, which earns me a beautiful grin in return. I push blonde hair away from her face and kiss her again. “Because I heard myself make some noises that I’m not exactly proud of.”
She laughs at that, and just like that, levity is restored between us. Getting to my feet, I weave our fingers together, holding her hand so tightly our palms kiss. “Let’s get you fed before work,” I tell her, realizing as we walk down that hall that… I’ve missed my morning swims for the last week.
I pull a newly acquired barstool out for her and take her hand as she climbs on, positioning her feet on the lower bar.
“Coffee,” I say, with a wink, knowing I have a surprise. Opening the fridge, I pull out the pink box I nabbed yesterday. “I walked to Rise & Grind after work. I got you some things.”
I slide the box to her and busy myself with filling the carafe with water, then scoop fresh ground beans into the hopper.
She peels the tape back and opens the box, moaning at the sight. I got one of each. Of everything.
Cruller, a brownie, a cupcake, a slice of apple pie, a cheese danish, a pineapple cream cheese pastry, a slice of bacon and spinach quiche, a bran muffin and a chocolate chunk cookie.
“I can’t eat all this!” she laughs, wiggling her fingers over the open box. She freezes, her eyes pinching in on me as I hit start on the coffee and pull out two brand new mugs. Amazon for the house-filling win.
“I’m trying to think what’s going to digest loudly, and I’ll save that for when I’m not on set,” she muses, peering back down into the box. She plucks the cruller, and takes a huge bite, icing at the corners of her mouth as she chews.
“Cohen,” she says around the bite. “Clean up my mouth.”
I love how she’s so sweet but on a dime, turns into a commander, knowing just what she needs and wants. And the best part is, she knows that I’ll be the one to give it to her.
