I carried the food tray to the bedroom. There was a nightstand beside the bed where I set it down, then I sat on the edge of it. Brooklyn was seated with her back against the headboard, wearing the robe from the bathroom. She probably hadn't had much time to get dressed. She could have told me to wait first… but she didn’t.
“What’s for breakfast?” she asked, looking around me to the tray of food.
“It’s a full American breakfast. Toast, pancakes, bacon, eggs and coffee. There’s even butter, cheese and syrup on the side.”
I’d had just enough brought for the two of us, though we’d be sharing the plate. Food wasn’t at the forefront of my mind right then, though, as I leaned closer to her.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a disapproving frown, leaning back a bit.
I grinned. “Guess.”
I closed the space between us and pressed a kiss to her lips before she could protest. Not that she seemed to mind, sighing into the kiss one of her arms circled around my shoulders, and the other clutched at my shoulder. I’d intended to get messy, so I was in a t-shirt and cotton tracks. I licked her lips until she parted them for me and slipped my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. I broke the kiss off only when I needed to catch my breath, and Brooklyn was panting just as much as I was.
“You don’t mind now, right?” I murmured. “We’re both showered, teeth brushed…”
“The food will get cold,” she mumbled.
I smiled against her lips. “There’s no need to worry about the food. If you don’t want it later, we can have it heated again.”
“That’s so wasteful, though,” she complained.
Still, when I went to kiss her again, she didn’t push me away. Instead, her hands tugged at my clothes, and in moments we were rolling on the sheets, naked. An idea popped up in my mind, and I pulled back to grin down at her.
“What are you thinking?” she asked, suspicious, when she saw the look on my face.
“I was thinking we could have some fun,” I said teasingly, reaching for the nightstand.
I picked up the bottle of syrup, noting it was chocolate flavored, and uncapped it. Ignoring Brooklyn’s widened eyes, I poured the syrup all over her torso.
“You’ll mess up the bed,” she squeaked, but didn’t move.
“They won’t mind,” I said dismissively. I had paid quite a bit for the room, after all.
I watched where the drops of syrup landed, making sure to get plenty around her breasts, catching her nipples. Then, I set the bottle aside and ducked my head to lick up the dripping syrup. Brooklyn held onto my hair as I ran my mouth and tongue over her breast and nipples, licking every bit up thoroughly and adding a few hard sucks to her nipples. Then, I moved down toward her stomach, adding in a few nips here and there.
Brooklyn squirmed underneath me, panting and moaning at my ministrations. I could tell what she liked by the way she would tug at my hair, with the harsher tugs meaning she felt the most pleasure
. I parted her thighs with my hands as I moved lower, and settled in the space between. When I was done licking up all the syrup, I buried my face between her thighs.
She cried out, her back arching sharply, hips trembling. I held her still as I pressed my lips to her sex in a kiss, sucking on her clit and teasing the tip of my tongue at her entrance. Her natural taste was a sharp contrast to the chocolate syrup, but I just hummed at the taste, kissed her more roughly, and thrust my tongue into her a couple times.
“Abe!”
I grinned at the sound of her calling my name. I was feeling a little impatient myself, so with a last kiss, I crawled back up her body, leaving kisses in a trail, until my lips were pressed to hers once more. Her legs wrapped around me, and I shifted my hips to position myself. The head of my cock bumped at her entrance, and with a flex of Brooklyn’s thighs and a shift of my hips, I slid into her body, a shudder running down my spine as her walls fluttered around my shaft, making me groan in pleasure.
For a moment, neither of us moved. My lips were just a breath from hers, but neither of us closed the space down. I was trying to get a hold of myself so I wouldn’t come too soon, but being inside of Brooklyn again was just too amazing. When I thought I could control myself, I moved.
My cock slid in and out of her body, her walls squeezing around me driving me insane. I kept my movements slow, unhurried, pressing kisses all over her face, before catching her lips once more. I picked up my pace, relishing in the sharp gasps and breathy moans that were spilling out her throat as I moved a little faster, a little harder against her.
Pleasurable shocks were running up and down my spine, and I moved my hips even faster against hers, chasing both our orgasms. Then, I heard her whimper as her walls convulsed around my cock, and that was it as I snapped my hips against hers, burying myself as deep in her body as I could go, and came.
Then, we slumped into the bed as our bodies wound down, and I rolled us over so I was lying on my back and Brooklyn was partially on my chest, so as not to crush her. We still had plenty of time before we needed to catch our flight, so there was time for some rest before breakfast.
“Now we’ll definitely need to get the food warmed up,” Brooklyn grumbled once she caught her breath. “And we’ll have to shower again, too.”
I huffed a quiet laugh, but just held her closer against me, closing my eyes to relish having her in my arms once more.
Chapter Fourteen