Page 66 of Bounty
“That was…” I started, my voice shaking.
My words trailed into a breathy laugh, my head still spinning. That was worth the wait, and the best housewarming present I could ask for. We had no limit on how often we made love now that we lived together. The realization thrilled me to no end.
“Incredible,” he finished, kissing the top of my head before tilting my chin up to look me in the eyes. “You’re incredible, Effie. I’m so fucking happy you’re finally here with me.”
My heart fluttered at his words. I smiled up at him, my body still tingling from the aftershocks of my climax.
“I’m happy I’m here, too.” I lifted myself and brushed my lips over his. “I missed you so much.”
Video calls and text messages hadn’t been enough to satisfy my need for him in the last few weeks. Nothing compared to his presence, his scent, and his skin against mine.
We’d already been through the fire. Undoubtedly, we’d face more ups and downs in our relationship; it was only natural. But I didn’t care. I loved him and he loved me. Come what may, I was eager to spend the rest of my life by his side.
Eight months later…
As a child, nothing made me feel more special than breakfast in bed. Every year on my birthday, my mother prepared blueberry pancakes and stuck a single candle in the middle no matter the age I turned. She also served me slicedfruit, bacon, and orange juice, delivered to me on a tray. While I enjoyed my meal, my family assembled around me with their gifts. We repeated the same routine with Cassie, Heath, Mom, and Dad, creating an expectation of breakfast in bed during special occasions.
For my birthday and our anniversary, Slice continued the tradition, so I returned the favor on his birthday. However, living with Slice revealed something even better than breakfast delivered to you in bed: head.
Slice’s mouth was a godsend, and an orgasm a day kept the bitch in me at bay. So, starting the day off with a hot tongue gliding through my folds almost guaranteed the day would be a good one.
Today, I’d graduate. A good tongue-lashing on my clit would get me nice and chipper.
As pleasure replaced my sleepiness, I threaded my fingers through his long hair. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I gasped.
“Fuck,” I breathed, moving my hips to the rhythm of his tongue.
“That’s it, use me, baby,” he murmured against my mound, making no effort to stop my erratic grinding.
Humping his face was bad enough. Then he slipped two fingers inside my heat, curling them as he made out with my bundle of nerves, and I whined like a bitch in heat. Guiding a leg over his shoulder, he stroked my G-spot while mouthing my pussy, determined to throw me over the edge. He smiled against me as my legs trembled and tension built in my core.
“I’m close!” I cried, my head thrown back in ecstasy.
He lightly nibbled on my clit, the slight sting sending me hurling over the edge. My mind went blank, my feminine sap exploding from me and soaking Slice’s face. He groaned in approval, removing his fingers and tonguing my pussy hole,collecting every drop. My body shook violently. As much as I enjoyed his tongue, I had no choice but to shove his forehead away when his attention grew too much to handle.
He drew away with a frustrated moan, a trail ofslick extending between my pussy and Slice’s mouth. A shriek of humiliation left me at the sight, my body flushing. I wasn’t a prude, but nor was I as freaky as Slice, so the sight made me clamp my hands over my face.
He chuckled, grabbing my wrists and dragging my hands away. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing each palm before releasing me. “Big day today.”
Fuck.
I started twisting my hands. Big days always made me nervous, and after years of studying and a lifetime of dreaming, I’d finally have my degree.
“Yeah,” I said simply, looking to the bedroom door as a delicious aroma wafted to me. “What are you cooking?”
A simple redirection to distract myself for the moment.
“Ham and cheese quiche,” he answered, rolling off the bed and stretching. “Should be ready in the next fifteen minutes.”
My stomach grumbled, and my mouth watered. The promise of food propelled me to my feet.
“A biker, a model, a cook. A proper renaissance man,” I teased.
He swept me into his arms and I giggled.
“All for you, baby,” he said, brushing his lips over mine. “I’ll go get coffee on.”
“Or,” I began, clinging to him when he tried to pull away. “We can take a quick shower, and I can return your morning surprise.”
