Page 240 of Love in Riverbend
“I’m not used to half-naked men cooking me breakfast.”
“Oh,” he says, lifting the spatula. “Do you want breakfast too?”
“You weren’t planning on feeding me?”
“I mean, if there’s any left. You see, I worked up an appetite last night.”
Shaking my head, I make my way barefoot to the coffeepot. As I’m pouring a cup, Ricky’s warmth presses against my back as he wraps his hands around my waist, teasing the tie of my robe. “What do you think you’re doing?”
His scruffy cheek comes to my neck, and his warm breath tickles my ear. “I’m worried that your tits are bound up again. I’m making it my life’s work to assure their freedom.”
Leaving the coffeepot and mug on the counter, I spin in his arms. “When I woke, I thought you were gone.”
“You may not remember, with all the magnificent orgasms you were having. I hear that can cause some temporary memory loss, but I told you if you didn’t stop me, I was hanging around. You didn’t.” He steps back and grins. “Here I am.”
We both turn to the smoke coming from the frying pan.
“Oh.”
Ricky rushes to the pan, lifting it from the burner. “I hope you like your bacon crispy.”
As I go to the refrigerator for my cream, Ricky again meets me. Before I can protest, he lifts me to the edge of the counter and reaches for the sash of my robe.
“What about breakfast?” I ask.
“The bacon needs to cool,” he says with a lopsided grin as he tugs the sash, opening the material and exposing my breasts and panties. “After I saw you in this robe the other night, you have starred in every one of my wet dreams.”
“You have wet dreams?”
“More like jack-off sessions in the shower, but the same idea.”
He lowers his face to my breasts. The scratchiness of his beard growth sends zaps of electricity from my breasts to my core. I lean back on my outstretched arms, savoring the vision of him, his closed eyes and strong lips. My head falls backward. “Ricky.”
He rains kisses lower, to the waistband of my panties.
“Ricky.” My protest lacks sincerity.
“Fuck, Marilyn. You make me so damn hard.”
I lift my behind as he pulls my panties lower, until they’re on the floor. Ricky spreads my legs. “Your pussy is glistening.” His chocolate-swirl stare comes my way. “One more time?”
“Condom?”
Ricky shakes his head. “No sex. Just let me taste you.”
I slide from the counter and turn my back on him, purposely pressing my ass against his pinned erection. “I’m on the pill.”
The sound of his zipper mixes with his thanks to a higher being, before his hand comes to the small of my back, pressing me forward as he moves my feet farther apart with his. I call out, biting my lip as he slides inside.
I’ve never agreed to unprotected sex. The pill is a backup.
My fingers search the smooth countertop for something, anything to grip. The sensation is too much. I can feel the way his cock hardens and moves. It’s magical and all too addictive. I brace myself along the edge of the counter as Ricky thrusts and retreats, thrusts and retreats.
“Shit, Marilyn. I’m not going to last long.”
“Me either.” My body is already wound tight as a top. “This feels—” I push up on my tiptoes as Ricky slams into me, gripping my hips and panting against my neck. “So fucking good.”
As he pulls out, our combined juices coat my thighs.
