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“Starving. What’s say I make us something quick?”

“How about we order something in, lass? You’ve had a long couple of days, and I’m sure you don’t want to cook.”

“Actually, cooking relaxes me. And I’ve got something fast I can whip up.”

“One of your omelettes?” I ask, eyes widening. Freya makes the best omelettes ever.

“Of course.”

“I’m in.” I say, finding my pants. I help her locate her bra and we head into the kitchen, after we’re both dressed. It takes a whole seven minutes before we’re sitting at her table, eating her delicious eggs. “You know, there isn’t anything that I haven’t missed about you.” I observe, after swallowing a mouthful. “God, I even missed your fucking eggs.” I chuckle.

She smiles and gives my hair a tousle. “I missed everything about you, but especially that just laid look.”

I smirk. “My just laid look?”

“Hair all messed up, face colored, and a smile that you only have after sex. So fucking sexy I want to take you again.”

I chuckle.

“Oh, and that sexy laugh of yours. Fuck.” She gasps, lust filled in her lungs. “Gets me every time.”

“You are insatiable, lass.”

“With you around, I am.” She rises, collecting my plate and hers, and takes them to the sink. I rise a moment later, and snake my arms around her waist, planting my lips on her neck. “See what I mean?”

“I do.” I say, pulling her shirt out of her pants again, and sliding my hand up, cupping her breast. My other hand undoes her pants, and slips the other hand down to her wetness, and I circle her clit. Her hand finds its way behind her, cupping my hardened cock, and then the other hand reaches back, and she undoes my pants. As they fall to the floor, I finagle her pants open, and they also fall to the floor. I turn her around, so she faces me, and lift her onto the counter, while she pulls open my shirt, and skates her hands over my chest.

Our lips meet, and our tongues tangle, as we kiss erotically next to the skillet she used to make dinner. My cock pokes up out of my underwear, and she pushes me back slightly, eyes filled with lust and mischief. “What’s on your mind, lass?” I ask huskily, knowing full well what she’s doing. I watch her drop to her knees, pulling my briefs down, and she stuffs my rock-hard cock into her mouth, as I tilt my head back, drawing in a deep breath.

“Fuuuuuck.” I breathe. Her sucking is extraordinary and so perfect, as she pumps my shaft with her hand and sucks the head artfully, making my seed travel from my balls fast. Then I look down at her and watch her stuff my cock in her mouth farther, as I feel the head hit the back of her throat, and I have to look away. It’s too hot. “Jesus…Christ…” I say on exhale, trying like hell not to blow my wad too fast, but it’s so fucking good.

“God, I want to fuck you so bad.” I tell her, pulling away, lifting her back up onto the counter, and thrusting into her hard. Her head lulls back, and I take her breast in my mouth, grasping the other one with my free hand, as my cock pumps in and out of her. “You taste so fucking good.” I tell her, but I haven’t tasted enough of her yet, and I plan to.

Her nipple is like a rock on my tongue, as she cries out, and I feel her insides tighten and quiver against my dick. “Fuck me, Freya.” I tell her, as she comes all over the head of my cock, and I purposely go off my own rhythm, hanging on by a thread. I have bigger plans. As she starts coming down, I slow my thrusts, as I kiss my way down her belly, and then pull out of her, making my way past her navel, to her wetness. Setting her knees onto my shoulders, I stick my head in the promised land, and make love to her clit and lips, sucking and licking them, as she writhes at my touch.

“Oh, God, Ethan.” She pants, almost begging for more pleasure or for mercy, not sure which, but based on her ass wiggling with my rhythm, I’d say it’s the former. It takes a decent, long, pulsing suck and she’s gone down the rabbit hole of ecstasy again, coming against my tongue, crying out so loud I’m glad the windows are closed. Her second orgasm seems to be stronger than the first, impressing me.

My balls feel like they’re going to explode, so I lift, and thrust back into her, still feeling her aftershocks against my cock. With a finger on her clit and my dick deep inside her, I fill her repeatedly, riding on the coattails of her climax, and I bend slightly, sucking on her nipple, giving her the full monty of pleasure. “Jesus fucking Christ!” She growls, through gritted teeth, as I feel her body quiver, sucking my dick harder, reminding me of how fucking hot she looked sucking on it moments ago. And I hold my breath, feeling my seed make its way to the tip, as she comes like thunder a third time. I don’t take my finger off her clit as I pull out, and shove my dick between our bodies, shooting come all over her belly, kissing her hungrily, sucking her tongue and lips, rubbing the shaft on her belly.

We’re both sticky with my seed as we come down from the hottest sex we’ve ever had together, and for me, the best sex I’ve ever had with anyone. I’m breathless, spent, and exhausted, yet somehow if she were to touch me again once I recover, I know I’d be ready for more. That’s the effect Freya has on me. I can’t get enough of her. We’re so out of breath we start laughing, as I lean my forehead on hers. “My God, I thought my heart would burst.” Freya says through breaths.

“Mine, too.” I kiss her on the mouth. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

There is a paper towel roll standing on the counter. I grab that and clean us off, and then we dress again. “Come on. Let me help you get your things put together before we end up in bed again.”

“Aye, we should. We’re like teenagers, Ethan.” She chuckles.

I help her put some things together, tidy up, and she follows me, in her car, to my place. In my rearview mirror, the whole time, I can see my team following us, keeping us safe. She calls me from her car, on Bluetooth, and I answer. “Do you mind if Trudy joins us at your place? She’s just texted me, asking where I am.”

“Aye, that’s fine, lass. I’ve got work to do, anyway. I’m only setting foot in my door to grab a quick shower, and I’m heading to the office.”

“Washing the smell of me off you, are you?” She jokes.

“I’m not a fan of being razzed by my brothers, Freya. My hair is a mess, and we’ve got a meeting with some important clients; the Ford brothers. I can’t afford to look unprofessional.”

“I get it. I’m just yanking your chain, Ethan.”

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