Page 47 of Trace's Passion
Needing it dripping from her. He pulled her legs up around his waist, loving how deep he got inside her, and surging in and out of her hard, faster.
She was crying out his name and making him feel like he was a god.
“Come sunshine, I need you to come.”
He reached between them and plucked and played with her clit until she was writhing harder under him, her hair coming loose from her ponytail and spreading across his pillow.
She started to clench and unclench around him, making him start to groan as he tried to keep his climax at bay.
Then she clenched so hard on him it made him see stars and she screamed out his name, and arched, her breasts full and tight as her back arched almost obscenely.
He let go of his climax and poured everything he had into her womb, hoping it would take and then she would be fully claimed.
He collapsed on top of her, and crushed her to him, both breathing hard and sweaty.
She was kissing his chest softly and when he looked down at her she said, “I love you.”
He kissed her, “I love you too.”
They lay in each other's arms for a few moments and they ran their hands down each other's bodies and kissed each other softly.
He finally got out of bed and pulled some jogging sweats on and then threw her a t-shirt.
She sat up, her breasts swaying as she did, pulling it over her head. Then she stood on shaking legs and his shirt fell to her knees.
He grinned and she did as well, “Can I use your bathroom?” She asked and he nodded, pointing at the door that connected to his bedroom.
“Through there. I will get started in the kitchen.”
She nodded and shut the door after walking to it.
He whistled as he walked to the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients he needed to make her some french toast.
It was one of the only things he knew how to make.
Sienna was trying to teach him a few more things, but for now, french toast with caramel syrup was his favorite.
He started mixing eggs and cinnamon and sugar into the bowl and heard her walk up behind him, then put her arms around his waist.
He never thought he would be okay with his scars on display to another person, but here he was, shirtless.
And he didn’t care. She kissed his back softly, and ran her fingers up and down his skin, making him suppress a shiver and causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin.
“Can I help with anything?” She asked and he shook his head, turning and kissing her. “Nope. You take a seat sunshine; I will get things done.”
She smiled at him and he picked her up and put her on the counter with another kiss.
He heated up the griddle and put the french toast on there, leaning over to kiss her every once in a while.
As he cooked the toast, he also made scrambled eggs and cooked some bacon.
She grinned, “I love breakfast for dinner.”
It made him smile, “I love it too. And it doesn’t hurt that it’s the only thing I know how to cook really.”
She laughed, “I can teach you more if you want.”
He chuckled, “That sounds good to me.”
He pulled two plates from the cupboard and put the food on them and then set them at his small table.
Then he picked her up and made her squeak in surprise as he did so.
Putting her in her chair and handing her a fork, they ate and talked, getting to know each other more and more as they did.
He couldn’t wait to do this every night with her at his side.
