Page 107 of Perfect Pairing
“Mm,” she moaned, arching her back like a cat and pushing those gorgeous tits up against my chest. “Can we take a bath first? I’m not ready to face the world yet.”
“A bath sounds perfect.” I gave her one more kiss before moving away and rising from the bed. I bit back a groan, biting down on my fist at the image she presented. Her olive skin and dark hair were a sharp contrast to the crisp white sheets, and her curvy body posed just so made her look like a sexy, naked pinup from some old-timey photoshoot.
“What’re you looking at?” she asked, the delicate skin between her brows creasing.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Just…everything.” I shuffled around to her side of the bend and folded over her, once again capturing her mouth with mine. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’ll never understand what I did to deserve you.”
She reached up to cup my cheek, her thumb brushing back and forth, the rasp of my stubble filling the space between us. “You didn’t do anything but be yourself, Ez. That’s exactly what I need.”
I grinned and pressed a kiss to her palm, my heart growingthree sizes in my chest. Then I backed away and headed down the hall to the bathroom, with its freestanding tub and assortment of luxury soaps and scrubs.
Spinning the taps, water gushed into the deep basin, and I tested the temp before pouring a healthy portion of the eucalyptus-scented bubble bath, watching for a moment as the water frothed.
Then I went back to Brie.
She sat up in bed, sheet pulled up under her armpits, her phone in her hand. She shook it in my direction and said, “Just letting the fam know I’m okay.”
“Shit,” I breathed, stalking across the room for my pants. “I should tell my dad what happened and that I’ll be home in…a few hours?” I quirked a brow at her in question.
Brie giggled. “I think a few hours is safe.”
“Actually,” I said, scooping her up from the bed and cradling her against my chest, “a few hours will never be enough.”
“Enough for what?” she asked as we entered the bathroom. Instead of setting her down and letting her get in the tub herself, I stepped over the ledge and sank us both into the hot water. Brie hissed as we settled in.
I nuzzled her neck and said, “A few hours will never be enough to satiate me, not where you’re concerned.”
Brie shifted in the water so she was nestled between my thighs, her head dropping against my chest as she said, “I never thought I had much of a sexual appetite. Turns out, I just didn’t have much of one for anyone who isn’t you.”
“I’ll feed your pussy my cock all day, every day,” I promised, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.
“What about my mouth?”
“Definitely.”
Brie reached below the surface of the water and located my dick, squeezing it and sweeping her thumb across the slit, her tongue darting out to drag along her lower lip in an approximation of what she’d do to me much lower.
“Sit on the edge,” she directed, floating out of my arms and turning to face me.
“Why?”
“I want a taste,” she said pointedly, staring at my cock.
Morning head? She didn’t have to ask me twice before I was rising from the water and perching on the lip of the tub. I stroked myself a few times as Brie drifted closer, her eyes widening and darkening.
“You want this cock?”
“Badly.”
“You want to choke on it? Want me to spill my cum down your throat?”
“Please, Chef. Feed me.”
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed. “You are so goddamn sexy. I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth.”
