His friend mumbled something along the lines of the same before he hung up. Vincent hummed as he mixed the pancake batter and cooked a very large stack to place on a plate with syrup and butter on the side. He made a pot of coffee, filling two mugs. Every few seconds, he checked the house for signs of Natalie stirring but heard nothing.
When breakfast was ready, he plucked one of the tulips from the vase of flowers and carried it in his mouth while he held the tray of food and coffee in his hands. Chuckling quietly to himself as he climbed the stairs, he waited anxiously to see her eyes when he woke her up this morning.
Setting the tray on the dresser, he took the tulip, slipped out of his jeans, and climbed carefully back into bed. She mumbled under her breath and he froze, but she snuggled closer to the pillow. Her legs shifted and the sheet slipped over her ass—that perfectly curved ass he wanted cradled in his hips.
He set the tulip on the bed and pulled the sheet from her body, letting it drag across her skin. Goosebumps popped up along her arms, and she murmured in her sleep.
With the sheet out of the way, Vincent picked up the tulip, and starting at her shoulders, he let the soft petals brush over her skin, down her bicep to her elbow, then back again. He circled the flower around the base of her neck.
His lips followed, leaving wet kisses down her spine. The tulip traced along the tattoo, touching each vertebrae of her back. Each touch brought Natalie’s body to life. She moved against the bed, her breathing quickening and her hands gripping the pillow tightly.
He eased down her body, each nerve on fire, and his cock throbbed with the need to spread her legs and thrust home. With the flower, he traced delicately around the curves of her ass, and when her legs spread for him, he dipped the flower between them, letting it barely touch the red lips there. He swallowed a groan when her lips parted and a mix between a moan and a whimper escaped her mouth.
With the flower on the bed, he grabbed her hips and covered her body with his. He nuzzled her neck, licking her ear, and sucked on her earlobe. Her eyes blinked open as she gasped when his cock pressed between her ass cheeks, hard and aching for her body. He shoved her hair aside as she turned her head enough so he could capture her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he moved his hips, showing her what he wanted.
Her hips arched slightly and he kissed her harder. When she spread her legs for him, Vincent nearly came all over her back. She was so open and hungry beneath his body, she threatened to drive him mad with lust.
Moving down her body, he lifted her hips and pressed his tip against her sheath. He eased into her, gasping as she took him in, stretching around his cock until her ass was cradled perfectly by his hips.
His first thrust was soft and gentle, unsure of how much she could take after last night, but when she reached back and dug her nails into his thigh, he let go a little more. With one hand holding her hip, he let his other wander, rolling and tugging her clit as he bucked forward. Each thrust was harder and deeper than the last.
Her breasts rubbed against the sheets and her hands dug into the bed, needing to hold onto something as he held onto her body.
Vincent let go all control as soon as the first cry left her mouth, and she moved with him, timing his thrusts with her moving back against him. He groaned, fighting to maintain some sort of rhythm, but as he imagined waking up every morning like this, he pounded her depths and needed her to feel what was in his mind and his heart, what was in his soul because of her. She cried out, sharp and loud, her body squirming to get closer as he finished, spilling hotly inside her as he grunted with release and bent over, kissing her back while their bodies shook together.
“I like…waking up this way,” she murmured a few moments later as they lay facing each other.
“I think I can arrange that,” he agreed and kissed her knuckles, holding her hand to his lips. “I’m taking the day off, by the way. You are addicting, you know that?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She scooted closer until they were chest to chest. “I guess one of these days, I’ll have to tell my sister I owe her own.”
“For signing up on that website?”
“That, and for being a pain in my ass. It led me to you, after all.”
He kissed the tip of her nose, her forehead, and her cheeks before ending with her lips. The kiss quickly heated until her stomach rumbled loudly and they broke apart. He glanced at her stomach with a raised brow. “I think your stomach is trying to eat itself.”
“I’m not surprised. I’m pretty sure I worked off ten pounds last night.” She sat up and sniffed the air. “Did you make coffee?” He nodded towards the dresser and her eyes lit up with her giddy smile. “Pancakes!”
She hopped off the bed, and he admired the view of her ass bouncing as she bounded over to the tray. When she turned back, her cheeks flushed and she shot him a glare.
“What? You can’t get mad at a husband for admiring his wife.”
“Hmm, I guess not.” She glanced down at her left hand. “I still can’t believe I lost the ring.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” he said and climbed out of bed, stretching his arms over his head and shaking out his legs. “I think we’re going shopping today.”
“We are?” She had a pancake rolled up in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Vincent stalked towards her and took a bite off the end of the pancake. She glowered at him, and he grinned wolfishly with his mouth full.
“As soon as you’re dressed,” he said once he swallowed. “Darling.”
She scarfed down two pancakes and her cup of coffee and was dressed five minutes later. He watched the entire spectacle from her bed.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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