by Ivy Jordan
I get up as quietly as I can so that I don’t wake her and find a pair of jogging pants and an old t-shirt in a drawer to throw on. I head downstairs to the kitchen and begin to root around in the fridge to find something to make us for breakfast. After about fifteen minutes, I hear her footsteps padding into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she says shyly.
I stop what I am doing and come around to embrace her and kiss her thoroughly. She’s wearing my robe, and I get an eyeful of her breasts where it gapes open. I reach in and tease her nipples into hard peaks.
She giggles as she steps back from me. “Cade!”
“What?” I shrug. “I can’t help myself when a gorgeous woman is in front of me, and I know she’s naked under that robe.”
“What are you making?” she asks, nudging me aside with her hip and moving towards the stove.
“I was thinking omelets. What do you like in yours?”
“What do you have?”
I point at a stack of ingredients on the counter. “Have at it.”
She looks through what I have pulled out of the fridge and sets aside the ham, a green pepper, an onion, and cheese. She starts to put everything else back in the fridge and looks at me expectantly. “Knife?”
I pass one to her, and she starts to chop the pepper as I cube the ham. I think to myself that this must be what Tyler means when he calls his marriage domestic bliss. It is nice doing something so simple like making breakfast side by side. I wonder what it would be like to do this every day with Serena and Alan.
Just as quickly as the thought comes, I push it aside. It’s too soon to be thinking about me and her playing house with her son. Yet the thought feels so right all the same. I grab the onion to refocus my thoughts and begin dicing.
After we’ve got all the ingredients assembled, I start the omelets while Serena finds strawberries and begins slicing. She pops one into my mouth and goes on tiptoe to kiss me, licking a spot of the strawberry juice that dribbles onto my chin. “Delicious,” she winks before sashaying away. I grab her to pull her back into a kiss. “The omelets are gonna burn if you don’t stop kissing me,” she laughs.
“I don’t want to stop kissing you, though.”
“I’m hungry.”
I huff out a breath dramatically with a playful smile. “Fine, we can eat. But after...” I let my statement trail off, but the implication is clear and Serena blushes. I love when her cheeks pink like that, and I love how easily I can get that reaction out of her.
She finishes with the strawberries and then hops up on the counter as I work to finish our omelets. I slide my hand up her leg under the robe, and she squirms. “Cade,” she breathes out.
I wink as I pull my hand away and turn back to our eggs, taking them off the heat and reaching for two plates. “Come on,” I say, tapping her knee as I carry the two plates to the table. She hops down, grabs her strawberries and brings them over, and then heads back to the fridge, grabbing the carton of orange juice and pouring two glasses.
She sits down to my left with a smile and begins to eat with gusto. I follow suit, and we begin to eat quietly. I love the quiet thoughtfulness that Serena brings into my life. Josephine said everything that came into her head, no matter how asinine it would prove to be (which was often). Thinking back on the last several years, I realize I was stuck in a pattern of the same women because when I wasn’t with Josephine, I was with whatever other mindless twit showed up to keep her spot warm until we got back together and repeated the cycle again. I know I never want to find myself in that cycle ever again.
“If you only had one meal left on earth, what would it be?” I ask Serena after several minutes.
She answers without hesitation. “Fried chicken.”
I start to laugh but see that she is serious. “Fried chicken? Really?”
She nods. “Yep. I love fried chicken. It’s crispy, it’s juicy, and it's flat out delicious.”
“So, you’re a connoisseur of fried chicken, then?”
She laughs. “Hell, yes. I can take you to best friend chicken in town for our next date. I don’t eat it every week, but once a month at least. I would eat it every day, but it’d just got straight to my thighs.”
“I like your thighs,” I say, sliding a hand under the robe and resting low on her leg, just above her knee.
“Anything else you like?” she asks as she takes another bite of her food.
I slide my hand further up her thigh and brush my knuckles across her pussy. “I like this, too,” I reply huskily. She leans towards me and we meet in the middle in a gentle kiss.
“Last night was great, the best I’ve had in I don’t know how long,” she admits.
“It was pretty fantastic,” I agree. “And to think, you’ve been missing out on three years of this,” I tease her.
She laughs. “You were awful three years ago. You’ve obviously had a lot of practice since then.”
“I have had a lot of practice. Too much, honestly. But you, you're just a natural.”
She makes a fist and blows on her knuckles before rubbing them on her chest with a grin. “Yeah, I’m pretty awesome.”
“All those noises you make drive me crazy.”
“Your fingers drive me crazy.”
“You coming on my fingers drives me crazy.’
“Mmm, I liked that part. I liked coming on your cock a lot more, though.”
“I liked that part the best, too...feeling you clench and shake around me. I almost came right then.”
“I wish you had,” she whispers.
I grab the front of her robe and pull her in for a kiss, tracing her bottom lip with my tongue until she opens her mouth a little for me. My lips slide to her neck, and she tilts her head in response, giving me better access to the soft skin. He fingertips graze up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as she kisses me behind the ear.
We’re both breathless when we break apart, and Serena stands, collecting our dishes and taking them to the sink. I watch her wiggle in my robe, and when she comes back to the table, I grab her around the middle and pull her into my lap to kiss her some more. We’re making out like teenagers when I slip my hand into the front of her robe to cup her breast. She pulls away with a giggle and looks at the table and then back at me.
“I’ve never had sex on a kitchen table.”
“Me, either.” It’s the truth. Josephine refused to have sex anywhere but on a bed.
“I wonder...”
“You wonder what?”
“I was just thinking about the physics of getting it on like this on a table. Could it withstand all that motion? I mean, you’re a big guy; I don’t know that a table was meant for your weight, let alone the addition of mine.”
“I love the way your mind works.”
“I’m such a nerd, talking about science at a time like this.”
“I like it. Sounds to me like it’s an experiment waiting to happen.”
She smirks and stands up, untying my robe and letting it fall away. I drink her in, the swell of her breasts, the narrow of her waist, and the curve of her hips. She’s so beautiful and right now, she is all mine. I thank my lucky stars for putting this woman in my path again before standing and pulling my shirt off, tossing it aside, and then dropping my pants to the floor. She melts into my arms when I kiss her. I grab her thighs and lift her up, setting her on top of the table. She spreads her legs, and I take a moment to appreciate how open she is with me and doesn’t hide any part of.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I ask reverently.
She blushes. “You’re just saying that because I’m naked.”
I shake my head adamantly. “I mean it. You’re just... Wow. You’re absolutely beautiful, Serena.”
“I have stretch marks, and I am definitely not a size two, like the other women I’m sure you’ve been with.”
“Doesn’t matter. They aren’t you. They could never be you. You’re all I see, all I want.”
“Prove it.” He leg
s spread a little wider, and her finger runs up her glistening pussy.
I step between her legs and take her hand in mine. “I believe you just said for me to prove it, not you,” I scold her teasingly. She scoots forward to wrap her legs around me, and our lips smash together, tongues dancing as we fervently kiss, desperate for more of each other.
Serena grabs my dick, pumping me in her hand, and I groan, burying my face into the side of her neck. She hitches her leg higher and moves the head of my cock over her slippery opening.
“Look at how wet you make me, Cade,” she says, her eyes hooded. She lets go of me, my dick is lined up with her entrance, and she rubs her clit. My mouth waters at the sight of her as she whispers. “Fuck me, Cade.”
Suddenly, I am really glad I let my designer talk me into the more expensive, but extremely sturdy, oak table because we are about to find out just how sturdy it is.
Chapter 22
Serena
I have no idea what has come over me this morning. I have never been this forward in my life, but Cade makes me want to live out every wanton thought that goes through my head.
It’s incredible with him, like it has never been with anyone else. When he tells me I’m beautiful, I hear the sincerity and know he means it. I know that he sees me – the real me inside – and any thought I had about not measuring up to the women he’s been plastered on gossip sites with is silenced when he looks me up and down like I’m his last meal and he never wants it to end. His gaze is hot enough to burn, and when he touches me, I feel it everywhere. Every insecurity I might have felt melts away with him.
“Fuck me,” I repeat to him. I roll my clit between my fingers and my back arches. Cade moves my hand to replace it with his, and I moan at his touch.
“You like that?” he asks huskily.
“Mmm, just like that, Cade.”
“Not yet,” he whispers in my ear as he pulls his hand away and straightens.
“Cade!” I pout. I squirm a little so the head of his dick rubs against me, and I want to give in to all the sensations.
He grins. “Do you promise to do the dishes if let you cum?”
“I promise, I promise,” I say quickly.
His gaze locks on me and smolders, and I shiver at the look. He pushes one finger inside me, and I sit back on my arms to give him all of me. He slips a second finger inside me, pumping in and out, his thumb caressing my clit into a hard nub.
“Cade,” I moan. “Oh God.” My hips rock against his hand as his fingers pump in and out of me, circling my clit with firm strokes. The pleasure builds inside, and he brings me over the edge. “Yesssss!” I cry out, my nails biting into his shoulders as I ride out the wave.
“So far so good with the table, then?” he asks. He has a hand planted on either side of me on the table and leans in to kiss me.
I hold onto him and kiss his neck, my lips sliding to his ear and biting gently. “Would be even better with you inside me.”
He lifts me off the table with ease and sets me down with my back to him. He nudges me forward so I can bend over the edge of the table. I wiggle my ass at him, and he slaps it playfully.
“So saucy this morning. What has gotten into you?” he asks, leaning over me.
“You – or at least, I’m trying to get you into me,” I banter back.
He grips my hips to hold me still, and his cock brushes over me. He teases me with carefully placed strokes of the head of his dick to my clit and then without warning, he pushes all the way into me.
“Oh my God,” I moan. I push back, and my ass connects with Cade’s hips, his groan filling the room. He rocks slowly, but I want more. I buck my hips, and Cade quickens his pace.
He reaches around, his thumb circling my clit in rhythm to his movements. I moan and whimper. “Please, Cade. More. Give me more,” I beg. He increases his speed, and I grip the edge of the table to stop from being pounded through it from his powerful thrusts.
“I’m so close, Cade.”
“Me, too, babe.”
He applies more pressure to his thumb strokes of my clit, and I feel his dick twitch inside me. I cry out his name as my second orgasm of the morning roars through me.
“Holy fuck,” Cade groans as I tighten around him. He groans as he comes, collapsing over me, his chest pressed to my back. We both try to catch our breath, and he pushes the hair from my neck to kiss me from my neck to my collarbone. I know he must feel my pulse racing as he does.
He straightens and pulls out, and I turn to look at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing the length of me against him to kiss him. “Bathroom?” I ask him.
“Just down there,” he points. I nod and head to clean myself up. When I return to the kitchen, Cade has his pants on and hands me the robe. I slip it on, and we finish clearing the dishes and wash them together.
It only takes a few minutes, made longer by the fact that Cade can’t keep his hand out from under my robe. He pulls me into the living room and down onto the couch, untying the robe and discarding it once again. His dick swells and tents the front of his jogging pants.
I giggle and reach inside his pants, stroking his length as I straddle his thighs. Cade leans his head back against the couch and moans. “That feels so good, babe.”
“I can’t believe you’re ready to go again. It hasn't even been ten minutes.”
“This is all you, Serena. You do this to me. Not something I’m used to.”
I lean in to kiss him and suck his earlobe between my lips. He lifts me off and sets me in front of him.
“Take off my pants,” he demands, settling back onto the couch.
I reach for the waistband and hook a thumb on each side. Cade lifts his hip as I tug the jogging pants down. His cock springs free, and I kneel between his legs, gripping his dick in my hands and stroking. I circle the head of his dick with my tongue, lapping at the bead of precum there.
“Serena,” he chokes out. He hauls me up onto the couch with him and holds me against him. He sweeps my hair from neck and kisses the soft skin that he’s discovered is most definitely a spot that revs me up. His hands massage my breasts, and I lean my head onto his shoulder, tipping my face to his. The kisses are messy and sloppy, but neither of us care. Cade’s hand slides down my chest, and he plunges a finger in me; my back arches, and he hold me tightly in his lap.
I move my hips as his fingers slide in and out of my folds, my ass rubbing his dick. I come quickly, calling out Cade’s name as I do. As soon as his hold on me loosens, I turn and shove him back, crawl down his body, and wrap my lips around his dick. He groans, and his head falls back on the couch. I wrap a hand around the base of his cock, stroking him as I work him with my mouth, lips sliding over him. I hear him hiss in a breath and then he pulls me off him, flipping me onto my back and pushing inside me in one motion.
“Ahhhh!” I cry out as he thrusts. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and I buck my hips to his rhythm – and I know I am so close. He pulls all the way out and slams back into me, and I roll my clit between my fingers. Cade’s eyes lock on mine, and I feel my body tense and then shake as an orgasm tears through me. My pussy seizes hold of him as he continues to thrust while I ride out the wave of pleasure...and then he bursts, calling out my name.
He collapses over me and rolls so that I we face each other and we are a tangle of limbs on the couch as we catch our breath.
“When do you have to pick up Alan?”
“I told Ashley I’d be home around 1:00.”
He glances at the clock. It is only 9:00. “Good,” he nods. “We have time for another round.”
I laugh. “While these have been some of the best orgasms of my life, I’m exhausted, Cade. I need a nap. And then a shower.”
“We can kill two birds with one stone in the shower,” he whispers close to my ear.
“If you let me sleep in peace, I think that could be arranged.”
“Come on,” he says, untangling himself from me and getting off the couch. He
holds his hand out to me and pulls me up, picking me up and lifting me over his shoulder. “Let’s go back to bed and see what comes up after.”
I fall asleep listening to Cade’s heart beat, and when I wake up an hour and a half later, he’s still sleeping. I slip out of bed and into the bathroom, turning on the shower. I walk back to the bedroom and shake his shoulder.
“Wake up, Cade,” I sing song close to his ear. He grumbles and puts a pillow over his head. I stifle a giggle. “I’m naked and getting in the shower,” I say before turning away from him. I am sashaying to the bathroom when I hear his feet hit the ground and then feel his arms around my middle. I squeal as he lifts me up and twirls me around. We are kissing and laughing as we make it inside his massive shower.
There is a lot of touching and kissing under the stream of water and Cade thinking he is being helpful by soaping me up and washing my body, his attention very focused on my breasts.
I decide to return the favor and start out by rubbing soap into his chest and then down his abs before I grasp his cock in my hands and begin to jack him off. He groans and leans back on the tiled wall, completely at my mercy as my hand slides up and down his shaft. I grip him a little tighter in one hand and squeeze his balls with the other. In moments, he is grunting my name, and his head rolls back as his cum spurts out over my hands.
“Now, I need to clean you again,” he says after he comes down from the high of his orgasm.
He pins me to the shower wall and lifts one leg over his for better access as he plunges a finger inside me, pumping in and out. He bends forward and kisses me behind the ear, sucking and nipping at the skin of my neck as he curls a finger inside me and plays my g-spot for everything it is worth. I am panting his name and crying out in seconds. My legs shake, and I’m positive I will slip, but he holds me upright. His finger slides out of me; a satisfied smirk spreads over his face as he pulls his finger between his lips to taste me.
