Page 75 of Levee

“Fuck, doll,” I sighed, gaze moving up and down her. “How the fuck are you real?” I asked, shaking my head as she beamed at me.

“Don’t get too excited. This might have to be tit,” she said, waving at hers, “for tat,” she said, gesturing at me.

“Meaning what?”

“I might need you to do something traditionally manly while naked for my viewing pleasure,” she said.

“Might scandalize the club, but I can do some basic bike repair in the nude for you.”

“And share that with everyone else?” she asked, moving over toward the kitchen. “I think not. I think I might really be into some naked workouts,” she said, smirking at me over her shoulder.

“Some biceps curls… shoulder presses…”

“That is an interesting fantasy,” I decided as I moved over to lean against the counter as she moved her items out of the bags.

“Well,” she said, reaching up under my shirt to pat my stomach, “seeing all this in action would be really hot.”

“I’m all yours anytime you want me,” I said. It was meant to be a silly agreement to do the workout fantasy. But, fuck, it felt a lot deeper than that.

After that, Jade set me on music duty as she started to prep the food.

It was somewhere around the time that she was using her hands to I don’t know… marinate something or mix ingredients, who knows, that I couldn’t seem to hold back any longer.

I made my way toward her, dropping down on my knees behind her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding breathless.

“Shh,” I demanded as I pressed her thighs wider to make room for me. “Be a good girl and keep making dinner,” I said as my tongue traced up her cleft from behind.

She tried at first to keep going, but it wasn’t long before she was bracing her forearms on the counter top, her hips rocking as I licked and sucked.

By the time my fingers slid inside of her again, she was already getting so fucking close.

I kept feasting on her, taking her through one orgasm and toward another.

By the time the second one coursed through her, her thighs were shaking and her moans had become airy whimpers.

“Definitely a lot of perks to naked cooking,” I decided as I got back to my feet, my hands sliding up her sides to tease her breasts before moving away to have a seat at the table.

Forcing some strength into her legs, she turned to look at me, shooting me a bleary-eyed, but playful, grin. “I think I’ve suddenly become allergic to clothing,” she declared, getting a laugh out of me.

“I have no objections to this new allergy of yours. Definitely better to be safe and not wear anything ever.”

To that, she laughed as she got back to work, refusing my help when I offered a few times.

“What’s with the third plate?” I asked as she plated all of the food. “The fish eating with us?”

“I’m going to bring a plate over to your uncle after we eat,” she said. “Seems like the right thing to do.”

“I’m gonna have to insist you put on clothes for that,” I said, making her smile spread.

“I’m actually going to get something on now,” she said, reaching to untie her apron, then pull it off. “Hot food on bare skin doesn’t sound fun,” she added before turning and walking away.

Did I watch her ass the whole way? Sure as fuck did.

She came back out in silky sage pajama pants and another of her cut-off shirts, this one in black.

“You won’t be offended if he doesn’t eat it, will you?” I asked as we sat down to eat.

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