Page 41 of A Simple Love

Victoria

I stretch my limbs just as the reality of morning infiltrates my conscience. I can sense the sunlight peeking through the blinds behind my closed eyelids. Popping one eye open, I realize I’m not at home in my bed, but rather in Mike’s. The memory of last night comes flooding back, and then the biggest smile comes over my face. I can feel every kiss, every thrust, every brush of our skin together. I’m waking up in Mike’s bed, naked because we had sex last night. That’s right! I’m no longer a virgin, and neither is he.

I bury my face in the soft pillow beneath me, relishing in the soreness of my muscles and the ache in between my legs, and giggle. Full on giggle. This can’t be real, I convince myself. But then I lift my head up and look around his room, notice our clothes strewn about the floor, condom wrappers on the nightstand, and the messiness of the well-used bed and I realize, it wasn’t just a dream.

I rise from the bed, grab Mike’s shirt from last night off the floor, slip it on, brush my teeth really quickly in the bathroom, and saunter down the hallway to the kitchen where the smell of bacon wafts through the air.

“Good morning,” his voice rumbles with his back to me as he mans the meat on the stove. His bare torso teases me, the solid lines of every muscle in his shoulders and back more beautiful than a sculpture. His underwear clings to his perfect ass and strong legs, and I swear, I am ready to spend all day in bed with him.

“Good morning. Is there coffee?” I mumble behind a yawn.

“Yup. Cups are in the cupboard above the coffee pot.” Mike turns to looks at me finally, the widest grin on his face when he sees me in his shirt, my hair probably a rat’s nest on my head.

“Damn. I never believed it, but that whole image of a woman wearing your shirt the morning after… well, it’s better than I imagined.”

I laugh. “Well, you cooking me breakfast shirtless is pretty cliché too, you know.” I rise up on my toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips, which he instantly deepens while he pulls our bodies together. “But it’s better than I imagined too.”

“Then we better keep living out this movie-like scene and have sex on the counter.”

“Mike… the bacon,” I remind him while he continues to assault my body, his hands moving under the shirt I’m wearing, stilling as he realizes I’m not wearing any underwear.

“The bacon is done, but this most certainly is not.” He lifts me up and places me on the edge of the island, lifting the shirt up and over my head so I’m instantly naked in front of him. “God woman, I’ll never get enough of you.”

“I feel the same way, Mike. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he whispers in my ear, trailing his lips down my throat and straight to my breasts, grabbing one nipple and sucking it furiously in his mouth. His tongue moves in slow circles while he cups both of my breasts and worships them. The sensation of his mouth on me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Wet, hot, wrong, right. He releases his suction and quickly moves to the other side to share the wealth.

I feel his fingers dance up my inner thigh, reaching my pussy at an achingly slow pace. His thumb rubs through my slickness, pressing gently on my clit, enticing a gasp from me, followed by a moan of sheer pleasure.

“Are we just having sex for breakfast then?” I tease him as he pushes two fingers deep inside of me, stretching me further than he has initially before.

“Yup. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he replies as he finds my lips again, kissing me while his fingers move in and out of my wetness. My hands grip his shoulders, holding myself in place while I let him work my body into a frenzy, the pressure and penetration so intense, it doesn’t take long before I’m exploding all over his hand. Mike helps me ride out my orgasm, circling my clit with his thumb, as I moan and close my eyes, focusing on getting my breathing back under control.

“Hmmm, best breakfast ever,” I tease him behind hooded eyelids as I reach for the waistband of his briefs and push them down, freeing his rock hard erection in front of me.

“Looks like someone’s hungry.” I jump off the island and drop to my knees as Mike stares at my mouth and then meets my eyes.

“You don’t have to do this, Vic.” He’s tense but excited if the drop of pre-cum gathered on his tip is any indication.

“I know I don’t have to, but God, do I want to. So shut up and enjoy,” I snap before grabbing his thick cock and rubbing my lips along the tip. I dart my tongue out to tease him before sucking him back into my throat as far as I can before gagging. His size makes it a challenge, so I wrap my hand around the length I can’t fit and work him up and over with my hand and my mouth. I know I’ve just come, but watching him beneath my lashes as he borders on the line of self-control is one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. I can’t wait to experience every sexual fantasy with him.

“Fuck, Vic. Damn woman, you need to slow down,” Mike pleads as I give him one last suck and pop his dick from my mouth. “God, that’s incredible, but I don’t want this to end yet.” He hoists me up from the floor and back on the counter, stepping between my legs while reaching into a drawer for a condom.

“A little presumptuous, don’t you think?” I tease him, just like he did to me last night.

“I just wanted to be prepared,” he teases back, ripping the foil and covering himself securely. “Lying you down on this counter and having my way with you is like crossing an item off of my bucket list.”

I laugh as I lie back, he lines up his cock to my entrance and pushes inside. There’s a slight pain still, but it subsides quickly, and then nothing but sheer pleasure overtakes us. He hooks one arm under my knee, holding me open to him, while the other reaches out for my breast, grabbing on to me like a handle while he moves with more speed and finesse than last night.

“Oh, God…. Mike… yes,” I shout, taking the pressure from each deep thrust that he gives me, the slide of him in and out of me is intoxicating, his confidence and movement expertly toying with my body and my emotions.

“Vic,…. Jesus, this feels good.” Mike is relentless, pulling us together so hard and fast, the sound of wetness and slapping skin fills the kitchen, echoing off the tile. Suddenly he stops and pulls out of me.

“What are you doing?” I’m borderline pissed that he stopped.

“Hop down. I feel like I can keep going and I want to change positions. Bend over.” Hearing him order me around makes me even wetter than I already am. Holy shit. When Mike gets bossy, it’s so fucking hot!

“Yes, sir,” I toy with him, turning and lying on my chest and stomach over the counter, presenting my ass to him like a prize.

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