I guide her to my erection, but it’s hard to see anything right now. I put one hand under the water so I can put my dick next to her entrance. As soon as she feels it, she slides down in a move so perfect I feel pre-come shooting out as my eyes close and head falls back.
“Fuck,” I say.
Her hips move on top of me as she rides me. She was a virgin not long ago, but she knows how to make me moan. Her tits are bobbing at the surface of the water, covered in bubbles. I play with one of her nipples as she picks up the pace and uses my shoulders to stabilize herself as she starts going at me with a wild rhythm. My heart feels like I’m running at full speed right now. Her vanilla scent and the light strawberry essence in the bubble bath are mixing in my nose.
“Turn around, sweetheart,” I tell her. Without disconnecting her from my cock, I urge her to spin. Now her back is to my chest and I have unrestricted access to her clit.
She moans loudly as I flick the slick nub. When I bite her shoulder, she lets go, screaming and clenching like crazy around my cock. She is breathing so hard right now. I can feel every breat
h she takes.
“Now me,” I tell her. I force her body to rise and fall on top of mine. She’s limp from her orgasm. My head falls back as I scream wordlessly from coming inside of her.
When I can think again, Elia says, “We need another bath after our bath.” She giggles a little bit. My cock is still inside of her.
“We need to rinse off,” I tell her. I ease her off of me, climb out of the tub, and then give her a hand out. We’re tracking soapy water on the ground, but I don’t care. We move into the shower stall in the corner. It has a detachable shower head. I spray her with water, paying extra attention to the area between her legs.
Without asking, she steals the shower head from me and hoses me down, too. Between the bubble bath and the water, we should be somewhat clean. I turn the water off and grab a towel to wrap around her. Then I get my own and we go back into the bedroom.
“I’m starving,” she says the second that she sees the bacon and pancakes waiting for her. I called the diner closest to my house the second that I woke up this morning. She’s eating buttermilk pancakes like her life depends on it. The bacon must have been inhaled, because it’s gone already. I go to my side of the bed and get the box of hot coffee so I can refill her mug.
When the pancakes are gone and she’s had two more cups of coffee, she pushes the plate away and falls back on the pillows at the head of the bed.
“I wish every day was like this.”
“Wouldn’t that be perfect?” I ask. I kiss the top of one perfect, full dark-skinned breast. “But we both have responsibilities.”
Chapter 23
Morning After
Elia
My heart sinks a little. Reality is intruding a little too fast for me.
“I should get dressed,” I say, sliding out of bed. All my stuff is still downstairs. I can feel him watching me as I go down. I put on a bra and a dress that hides the bite marks on my breasts from the times that he woke me up last night. I tie a scarf around my hair and I’m ready to go.
When I walk back upstairs, he’s wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He’s checking emails on his phone.
“You look good enough to eat,” I say, pouncing on him. I gently grab the phone and put it on the nightstand before straddling his body and kissing his neck.
“I thought you were getting ready for the day,” he says. It’s not really a protest, though, because his hands squeeze my ass.
“Being away from Danny this long is making me anxious,” I say. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I’m in college. Maybe I’ll have to try to work something out like Camilla.
“Me, too,” he says. “I’m glad that we had our wedding night.”
“And I’ll be glad when we have our son at home.” I bite his ear and slide off. “Now let’s go to my aunt and uncle’s and get our son.”
I text my aunt that we’re on our way over. By the time we park in the driveway, we can hear Danny’s screams.
I knock on the door. A very frazzled version of my aunt appears with Danny on her hip, his little face as red as a fire truck. The second he sees Jeff, he’s trying to twist out of her arms. He’s babbling at Jeff.
“Hey, buddy,” Jeff says. Danny finally quiets as Jeff kisses his forehead.
“He cried all night,” my aunt says. I notice the dark circles under her eyes. “At least he’s securely attached.”
“I don’t think he’s ever spent a night away from Jeff before,” I say. “And I didn’t give you the magic recipe for colic.”