Page 76 of My Never
I smile, loving how that sounds on her lips.
“Morning, Bella. What time is it?”
“Around eight-thirty. What are you working on?” she asks, sneaking a peek over my shoulder and gasping at the three sketch ideas scattered around on the island top.
“What? That bad?”
“No! They’re all beautiful. Are these ideas for–?”
“Yes. Which one’s your favorite?”
She studies them hard for a few moments, and I enjoy the way her face is lit up with excitement. She picks up the second one. It has a book lying open with its pages turning, but the last one turning is bent to meet the next page in such a way it looks like a heart.
“This one,” she squeals softly with glee, walking over to the fridge to pull out some juice. “I’m so excited!”
Her joy is contagious, and I simply enjoy watching her move around in her kitchen in nothing but my T-shirt. She pulls out a skillet and gets back in her fridge.
“What are you thinking about making?”
“Pancakes and eggs. You want some?”
“I always want some.”
She tosses me a saucy look over her shoulder.
“Sorry, you walked right into that one. Yes, Ava, I would love some pancakes and eggs, especially because you’re making them…in my shirt.”
She flashes me a soft smile that warms my heart and brings me over a glass of juice. She’s too fucking cute. I go back to sketching as she gets to work, but I hear her humming, so I turn up my music for her. Before long, she’s dancing by her stove and singing along with Brett Eldredge’sDrunk On Your Love.I’ve long since forgotten my sketch work because this show is much more entertaining. Her creamy thighs shift around, and the bottom hem of my shirt keeps flirting with the creasebeneath her ass cheeks which has my heart skipping beats. By the time she finishes the food and separates them onto plates, I have a raging hard on. I get up and grab two forks and meet her at the counter.
“Mmmm, this all looks and smells so good,” I state as she spills a little syrup over the top of each stack of pancakes. She squeals when I pick her up and set her on the counter. I cut her a piece of pancake and offer it to her, watching her lips envelop the food on the fork. The glimpse of her pink tongue zings right to my dick. Shemmmsin appreciation but catches the gleam in my eyes.
She spears a bite and offers it to me. I welcome the bite and voice back my own moan of appreciation. She offers me a bite of eggs too.
“Mmmm, you did good,” I praise her cooking, sliding one palm up and down her thigh as we continue to feed each other bites of food. I love this. I could get used to this. I want to do this with her every chance we get.
“Thank you.”
My fingers graze up her thigh a little further with my next affectionate pass, and I discover that my lady is sans panties. She smirks and spreads her thighs for me, and I waste zero time running my fingers up and down her already wet slit. She sighs, happy that I just went for it.
“Ava, do you enjoy teasing me?” I ask, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the counter while sinking two fingers deep into her.
“I think you know that answer,” she pants, grinding back against me.
“I fucking love how hard you make me.”
“Whip that bad boy out. I want it.”
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I ask, curling my fingers inside her as I indeed whip my bad boy out.
“No, but I’m hoping I can at least make it race.”
“Mission accomplished.”
She gasps as I pull out my fingers and press into her wet center with a curse on my lips, wrapping her legs around my back and locking her ankles as she digs her heels into my ass and welcomes my body deeper.
She wants me close.
I grind against her clit and circle my hips, and she tilts her head back, moaning with pleasure.
