I bent slightly at the knees and held her in place as I slowly moved in and out of her. She felt so amazing wrapped around my cock that I wondered if I would ever be able to get enough of her. When she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me while biting down on that goddamn bottom lip, I knew the answer was fuck no, I would never get enough.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, forcing her to arch her back further until that delicious little mouth was within my reach. I claimed it in a heated kiss and she moaned into my mouth.
“Is that bacon I smell burning?” I asked against her lips.
She turned back toward the skillet and flipped it over with shaky hands. I kept my hand in her hair, and the other on her hip as I increased the pace and urgency of my thrusts. The cheeks of her perfect little ass jiggled with each smack of my hips against them and I found it impossible to look away. Wanting to see the treasure trove hidden between those two heavenly dollops, I grabbed her hips with both hands and used my thumbs to spread her open. I groaned when the garden of forbidden pleasure was revealed. Her back entrance teased me with its tightness and I felt my dick grow impossibly harder.
“Fuck, baby,” I moaned. “Your ass is so beautiful. I can’t wait to put my cock in there.”
I felt her body stiffen and she looked back at me again.
“Not now, Delaine, but soon,” I assured her. “Trust me, as freaky as you are, you’re going to love it.”
I ran my thumb over the entrance and pressed until it slipped inside. She gasped, and then I felt the walls of her pussy constrict around my cock. I could feel the pulse of her orgasm as her head fell forward and she held on to the counter for dear life, a purring moan growing louder and louder with each pulse.
“Yeah, that’s just a sample of what it will feel like.”
I bit my bottom lip and grabbed ahold of her hips as I pounded into her sweet little cunt, increasing her pleasure. My balls tightened and an awesome feeling of euphoria soared through my body until it exploded out of me like fireworks. The grip I had on her hips grew tighter, but I didn’t have the sense about me to worry about bruising her in that moment.
A long, feral growl clawed its way out of my chest when Delaine rolled and pushed her hips back into me over and over again until she’d milked me dry. I released her hips and placed my hands beside hers on the counter and then pressed forward to cage her in place, panting against her shoulder. Between much-needed breaths, I managed to drop a few chaste kisses here and there. Mostly because I couldn’t get enough of her, but also as a form of thanks.
Yeah, look at me. This woman was required to fuck me, and I was thanking her for letting me do just that. It was better than nothing, though, right?
Her soft voice broke the silence. “Um, Noah? I think I burned the bacon.”
I lifted my head and looked into the skillet. Sure enough, the bacon looked like charcoal and the yolk on the now rubbery egg was broken. I dropped my head and laughed against her shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her. “That’s okay, baby. I wasn’t really all that hungry anyway.”
“But … you’re still going to punish me, right?” God bless her, she actually sounded hopeful.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
~$~
By midday, I found myself sitting at my desk, unable to concentrate on a damn thing because I couldn’t stop thinking about Delaine.
A knock sounded at the door before it popped open and Mason waltzed inside. “Four slices of bacon, two eggs over medium, and toast,” he said with a quirked brow as he set a to-go box in front of me. “Breakfast for lunch?” Mason had been looking at me funny all day, and it was really beginning to piss me off.
I shrugged. “What can I say? I had a craving.”
Polly bounced into the office and sidled up beside him. “You’re lucky the diner down the street serves breakfast twenty-four hours a day.”
I gave Mason a questioning look.
“She was on her way in anyway, so I asked her to pick up your lunch.” He shrugged. “You’re always saying I should learn to delegate.”
“Hey!” Polly said in mock protest as she playfully punched his arm. “You don’t delegate to your wifey, ass.”
“Yeah, well, why don’t you and your wifey run along and play so that I can enjoy my lunch in peace?” I suggested as I popped the lid of the container open.
The smell of the bacon immediately brought back the memory of this morning, and the front of my pants tightened. I could almost feel Delaine’s hot wetness constricting around my cock as I moved inside her. Damn, I missed her.
“Actually, I have something I want to talk to you about,” Polly said, yanking me out of my fantasy world.
I looked up at her and motioned toward my lunch. “Can it wait? This isn’t going to taste very good when it’s cold.”
“No, it can’t,” she said as she took a seat in front of my desk. “Go ahead and eat. It won’t bother me.”
And because I knew she’d just be pacing outside my door while I ate, with several interruptions to see if I’d finished yet, I gave in. Polly could be a pushy little shit when she wanted something.
“All right, what’s so important?”
Mason cleared his throat and started walking backward to the door. “I’ll be at my desk if you need me.”
I saw the look of apprehension on his face, and that clued me in that I wasn’t going to like whatever it was she wanted to talk about. Like I said before, Mason is Polly’s opposite. He knew when to leave shit alone, whereas Polly pushed until she got what she wanted.