Page 59 of Sunset

“Yeah?”

“I joined you.” She says.

“Have this dream often?” I ask, slipping a finger into her.

“Every night.”

“How about after we eat breakfast, we go make that dream come true?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she groans.

I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, licking them clean.

“Jasper!” She whines.

“Eat, and then shower,” I say, because I’m now hard as nails. “Sit up, Firefly. I made your favorite,” her hazel eyes light up, as she sits up against the headboard.

“Is it a Western Omelet?” She asks.

“Yep, with breakfast potatoes and bacon,” I say, handing her the cup of coffee.

“A girl can get used to this.” She smirks, drinking her coffee.

“I want you to get used to it,” I tell her, leveling her with my stare.

Every day for the rest of our lives I want to do this. Go to sleep with her in my arms, after we make love, and then wake up and make her breakfast, and then awaken her with an orgasm. Afterwards, we’ll sit in bed and eat breakfast together, before we start our day. That’s my dream.

I lean in to give her a chaste kiss, before handing her the plate of food. I take her fork and cut off the corner of the omelet and feed it to her.

“Mmm, I’ve missed your omelets. No one makes a western like you do.” She moans.

Seeing her enjoying the food I made for her, has me turned on even more than I was last night.

She lets me feed her each bite, and it’s an erotic dance, as her eyes stay on mine. The way her mouth wraps around her fork, and every now and then, her eyes roll back in her head, enjoying the food. When she’s finished, I set the plate aside.

“My turn.” She says and reaches for my plate.

She takes her time feeding me. By the time both plates are clear, I’m hard as steel and have a wet spot on the front of my pants from the cum that has been leaking out.

“Shower with me, Firefly?” I ask, and she nods.

“Showering with you, is something I’ve always wanted to do, but we never got to it.” She says.

“Me too,” I say, and I follow her into the bathroom. My eyes glide to her heart-shaped ass, now completely naked.

This woman is going to be the death of me. A sweet, perfect death.

As she’s turning on the shower, she looks over her shoulder at me and catches me staring at her and smirks. Then, she turns around and lets me get the full view, as she leans against the wall.

“Like what you see?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“I love what I see.” I don’t hide that I’m letting my eyes roam over her.

Wrapping my hands around her hips, I pull her close. Skin-to-skin was always my favorite thing with her, and now, I crave it more than I ever thought possible.

I look her in the eyes, and we both stand there entranced in each other.

“I love you, Firefly,” I want to make sure she understands it.

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