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I shiver as soon as she stands next to me, her silky skin brushing against mine.
Her eyes haven’t left my center. “You’re gorgeous!” her voice is a husky whisper.
I nearly come at that comment. Sucking in a breath, I croak, “You can touch me.”
She wraps her hand around my shaft gingerly and moves it up and down. The awe on her face tells me it’s definitely her first time touching a penis. She is cautious, as if afraid of hurting me.
“Put more pressure,” I say in a strained voice. “It won’t break.”
She giggles and tightens her grasp. “Like this?”
I groan and close my eyes. “Yes.”
She increases her speed little by little. Fascination soon replaces shyness in her eyes. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”
I shake my head. “No, sweetheart. It feels heavenly,” I say while fighting my urge to come.
Her eyes locked on mine, she kneels in front of me, smiling wickedly as she kisses the crown of my arousal. My breath catches. “Naughty girl,” I say, grasping her hair.
She closes her lips and sinks down on my length. “Fuck. Kayla. You don’t need to do this,” I say while pressing her head down.
She gazes up with her shimmering eyes, her cheeks bulging with my manhood in them. She mumbles something I don’t understand and continues moving her head. Her mouth is so warm and soft, a paradise I never want to leave.
I’m fighting my urge to come when she cradles both of my balls in her hands, and gently massages me.
“Fuck!” I growl as an intense wave surges from my gut and my dick throbs, shooting a hot jet of come into Kayla’s mouth.
Chapter 13
Kayla
I wake next to a warm, firm body, a thick arm protectively cuddling me. His scent registers in my brain. Woodsy and leathery. Richard! I open my eyes and blink off my grogginess. Richard’s eyes are closed. He has a content smile on his face I haven’t seen before.
I don’t stir because I don’t want to wake him. I recall our intimate moments last night and can’t help but grin. Richard didn’t take my virginity, but he pleasured me again in his bed after we showered, before we both fell asleep.
The clock on the wall reads eight. I think of my plan for the day. Richard is going to get kitchen supplies first and I’ll open the restaurant. I want to plan the new menu right away. Eager to get my day started, I gently take Richard’s hand away from me and place it on the bed. I should get up to make breakfast for us.
I left my nightgown in Ivy’s room last night, and my panties are still being line dried in the bathroom. I grab a t-shirt in Richard’s closet and put it on.
After making coffee, I find bell pepper and onions besides eggs in Richard’s kitchen and decide to make omelets. I’m chopping the onions when I hear footsteps.
“Good morning, my little kitchen fairy!” Richard says.
My heart skips a beat the moment I turn to look at him. He’s topless and his lounge pants are hanging low. His hair is tousled and a shadow of scruff lines his jaw. God. He’s so handsome.
It takes me a moment to come up with words. “Did I wake you?”
“No,” he says, holding me from behind, nuzzling his chin against my neck. “The empty spot next to me did.”
I giggle.
His hands linger on my belly for a second before they travel up to cup the swell of my desire. “You’re so sexy in my shirt,” he murmurs.
I feel his hardness pressing into my bottom, and I wriggle against it.
He groans. “Fuck. Kayla, stop it or I’ll have you for breakfast.”
“Sounds good,” I say, dropping the knife on the counter, and turn to face him. “Do it!”
