Page 18 of Tell Me No
“Good. Keep shaking your ass then,” I say, closing the space between us and pulling her hips flush against mine. She lets out a soft gasp, moaning when the ridge of my cock nestles between her ass cheeks. I wrap my arms around her waist as she continues to move to the tantric beat of the song. The feeling of her dancing against me is enough to have my cock rock hard in seconds, but I’m sure she’s sore from last night.
“Volume down,” I shout, and the song fades.
“Your house really is creepy sometimes. What if we’re fucking and I’m like ‘oh fuck, right there’ and your robot vacuum comes out to spot clean or something?!” she jokes, and for the first time in years I laugh wholeheartedly. The sound echos off the walls around us and she spins in my arms, a beaming smile stretched across her face. “Hmmm, I love that sound,” she says, kissing me softly.
“For the record,” I say between kisses, “I don’t have a robot vacuum.”
“Good to know. I love a domesticated man. Cleans his own shit, cooks his own meals, that’s my kind of guy,” she says, shooting me a finger gun. This woman is a fucking enigma. She poured her heart out to me last night, slicing herself open and letting her demons spill out for me to see. But this morning she’s all playfulness and sunshine. Its incredible.
“I have a cleaning service, babe. And I eat out,” I say. As soon as the words leave my mouth, a salacious grin splits her lips, and she throws her head back, laughing.
“Thats not what I meant,” I correct quickly, but it’s too late. She’s laughing so hard no sound is even coming from her mouth anymore.
“You do? Well, color me surprised. I wouldn’t know,” she jokes, wiping her eyes. Two can play at this little game she’s started.
“You wouldn’t? Well, my apologies, ma’am. I’ll be glad to rectify that problem,” I tell her, and her eyes widen.
“Jason Negan, absolutely not. We haven’t even had breakfast. Besides, I’m pretty sure you broke my vagina last night,” she says, inching further and further away from me. I can see it in her eyes that she’s gonna try to run. But I’m quicker than her. I catch her around the waist and she squeals, kicking her legs in the air and giving me a beautiful view of her naked ass.
“No fucking panties? And in the kitchen, too.” I tsk, trapping her in the circle of my arms, her back against the edge of the granite countertop. Scooping her up, I set her down on the edge of the counter in front of me. She shivers, her skin meeting the cool granite with no barriers. Immediately, she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me to her and kissing me like this is something we do every day. I love how seamlessly she fits into my life, and I into hers. My hands cup her face, guiding her deeper into this kiss. Fuck, she tastes like the purest heroine, an instant high the second my lips touch hers. I drop to my knees in front of her and her fingers immediately slide into my hair.
“What are you doing?” She says, a smirk sliding across her lips.
“Having breakfast,” I say, giving her only a second to gasp before I tug her body to the edge of the counter. Fuck foreplay this time. I can’t wait another second to taste her. I dive in, sliding my tongue across her core.
“Fuuuaaahhhhh…” she’s groans and I smile.
“Thats not a word, baby,” I say, spreading her wide with my free hand before diving back in to devour her. She’s already soaking wet, her juices coating my lips and beard as I glide the flat of my tongue over her. Her fingers flex against my scalp, nails digging in. I don’t know if she knows she’s doing it or not, but she’s grinding my face into her pussy at this point. And I’m not gonna fucking complain.
I’m living for the tiny moans and mewls escaping her lips as I suck and nip, feasting on her greedily until I know she’s balancing on the edge of oblivion. Her legs are shaking, her control quickly slipping. I bite down eagerly on her swollen clit and she shatters, a high-pitched groan ripping from her throat as she rides out her orgasm against my lips. If I got to spend the rest of my life kissing and fucking and sharing every piece of myself with this woman, I would die a happy man.
“Damn,” she pants. “You’re too good at that.”
I stand, kissing her hard so she tastes herself on my tongue. “Smooth as fucking whiskey. I’d rather have you for breakfast any day.”
Sliding off the counter, she hesitantly walks around the bar on shaky legs. I smirk, knowing I’m the one who did that to her. Unsteady, she pours a cup of coffee and slides it across the bar to me.
She huffs out an exhausted breath, and I brace myself for her to finally realize this was a dream. Or worse, a mistake. Staring down into her coffee cup for a few moments, her cerulean blues lift, finding me staring back at her. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from striding over to her and kissing her again.
“Can we get some real breakfast now?” She asks, a cocky smirk splitting her face.
Fuck. I’m in trouble.
An hour later, we’re sitting on the deck, enjoying the latest breakfast I've ever had, but I don't mind. Just talking to Aurora, hearing about the way she and Eli grew up, it's like an all-access pass inside her mind.
“I feel like all I've done is talk today,” she says, wiping her hands on her napkin and leaning her elbows onto the table.
“I don't mind it. I could listen to you talk all day, princess,” I reply.
“I wanna know something about you. Tell me something nobody else knows,” she asks and I tense. I have a thousand secrets, none of them exactly appropriate to share with anyone.
“Ummm… I'm a pretty open book, Aurora. I’m not giving you my middle name though,” I lie, and she levels me with a sarcastic glare.
“Uh, huh? Lie to me some more. Open book, my ass. I’m gonna get that name out of you eventually, just you wait and see,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“What do you want to know?” I ask.
She taps a finger on her chin, squinting like she's thinking hard. “What are your parents like?”
