Page 51 of His One True Wish

I tiptoed into the kitchen and flipped the light off and on to make sure we were back on the grid. It felt surreal to see the lights turn on. I still had no sense of time. Outside, the white-gray sky made it hard to see the horizon. We had power, but the world still looked like the interior of a snow globe. Well, at least our snowglobe had power.

My clothes were strewn around Axl. I tiptoed around him and picked up my panties, stretch pants, and long-sleeved tee-shirt. The fire was dying a bit, so once dressed, I put another log on the fire.

Cam stretched and padded to the back door and glanced back at me expectantly.

“You want out, sweetie?” I whispered. I tiptoed over and cracked open the door, watching as she went outside to pee at the bottom of the steps. She left a huge yellow spot in the shape of a flower. Snowflakes covered her fur, but the falling snow was less dense than the night before. Cam shook off the flakes and pawed the ground like a racehorse before running back inside.

My stomach growled. I opened up the cupboards and found pancake mix. There was a jug of pure maple syrup in the refrigerator along with some strawberries and whipped cream. Axl rolled over as I mixed up pancake batter while the pan heated up on the stove.

“Hey.”

I heard Axl stir and looked up to see him on his elbow in front of the fire.

“Hey,” I said back, waving from the kitchen.

“You’re cooking?” He cricked his neck back and forth.

“Yep,” I said, flipping a pancake.

“What time is it?” he said, stretching.

“No idea.” I laughed. “But I woke up hungry.”

Axl wrapped a blanket around his body and stood up. He picked up his briefs and tee-shirt, and dropping the blanket, pulled on his underwear. I stole a glimpse of his muscular back and tight ass. I couldn’t resist. I looked away before he caught me, focusing on my pancakes. His footsteps approached from behind me, and I felt his arms snake around my waist and his body press into my backside.

“You smell delicious.” He leaned down and breathed in by my neck.

So the terms of our agreement carried into the morning. I wasn’t disappointed. In fact, I sighed out loud at the sensation of him behind me. “Careful.” I laughed, playfully wiggling against him. “I’m cooking here, and it’s a gas stove.”

“Oh, I’m always careful,” he said, his lips on my neck. Goosebumps traveled down my body. He nibbled my neck while I made pancakes, his mouth triggering waves of pleasure that forced me to concentrate extra hard on my pancake-flipping.

“There.” I flipped the last pancake and turned off the stove. I nudged him away from the oven door. “I need to keep these warm.” I moved a stack of pancakes into the oven which was set for one-hundred-fifty degrees.

“I can keep you warm,” he murmured, spinning me around as soon as I closed the oven door.

His hand under my chin, he lifted my lips toward him and kissed me. His kiss was firm and warm. I melted into his kiss as he grabbed my lower back and pulled my body closer.

“Aren’t you hungry?” I giggled and gasped as he pulled me away from the stove.

He walked me to the sink, and with his arm, swept clean the counter, knocking a few towels and a potholder onto the floor.

“Careful,” I said. “What if there’d been glasses there.”

“They would break,” he said, his eyes locking on mine. He gripped my hips and lifted me up onto the counter, then stood between my legs, kissing me. I wrapped my legs around his middle as our kisses grew frantic and needy.

I moaned every time my pussy rocked against his cock. Our breathing ragged, my nipples erect below my shirt, he pushed against me. I cried out, fumbling with his belt. I scooted back on the counter as he tugged my pants down and put his hands beneath my cheeks. His cock free, I shifted my hips as he pressed into me. He slid into my aching center, lifting me in the air.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I exhaled as he pushed into me.

The kitchen smelled of maple sugar and pancakes. Outside, the total quiet of the snowy day dampened all noise. The sound of our moans and our breathing cut through the beautiful silence. Axl lowered his lips to my collarbone, kissing me as he drove his cock into me again and again.

My orgasm built with each thrust. All my energy swirled together and gathered in my cunt. My legs tightened around his waist, and I leaned back as he jerked my shirt up and took my exposed breast between his teeth.

He sucked and bit on my nipple as his cock stroked me from inside. My pleasure built to a crescendo until I shattered around him as I climaxed. I cried out, shaking. My hips jerked against him, and his breath caught as he grunted and came with me. I felt his cock throb as he filled me with his hot cum.

We held each other, quivering, our arms wrapped around each other.

I opened my eyes. Axl’s forehead slumped against mine, his eyes closed. I reached out and touched his bearded cheek. He was so gruff and tender at the same time. He opened his deep-green eyes and smiled at me.

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