Even with only a few hours of rest, I’m thrilled to be awake again. I had lovely dreams, but for once in my life, reality is better than anything my subconscious can whip up in the dream kitchen.
Zack is mine, and I am Zack’s, and we’re going to start our life together today.
Today is the day.
The first day of the rest of my unbelievably lucky life.
I roll over to find Zack already awake, propped up in bed, reading something on his phone. He glances over as I move, his face lighting up as our eyes connect, leaving no doubt he’s as happy to be here as I am.
Setting his cell on the bedside table, he slides back under the covers, then wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning.” I tuck my chin, resting my forehead on his chest as I add, “I need to brush my teeth. Morning breath.”
“I love your morning breath. It makes me hard.”
“Gross,” I say, giggling as he hooks his fingers into the top of my panties and tries to drag them down my thighs. I squirm away, pointing a stern finger at his face. “No. This isn’t like the shower. You’re not talking me out of it so easily. Teeth brushing first, then morning sex. This is a firm boundary.”
He relaxes back against the headboard, grinning. “It’s not the only firm thing around here, so hurry up, woman. I brushed mine when I woke up an hour ago.”
I frown, pausing with my hand fisted in the covers. “Why were you up so early? We didn’t get to sleep until after two.”
Zack rolls his eyes. “I’ll tell you later. It’s not worth ruining the mood.”
I frown harder. “It won’t ruin the mood.”
“Oh yeah, it will,” he says with a laugh. “It’s not a big deal, though. I promise. And I swear I’ll spill all the gory details soon.” He pauses, his eyes dragging up and down the landscape of my body beneath the covers as he adds in a softer voice, “But I need to be inside you again first.”
Tingles race across my skin, and my nipples bead beneath my sleep shirt, but still, I hesitate, worried that whatever he’s holding back is worse than he’s letting on. “I want to share everything with you, you know,” I remind him. “Good and bad, happy and sad. You don’t have to hide things from me.”
“You promise?” He pushes the covers down to reveal the strained front of his boxer briefs, making my breath catch and blood rush between my legs, the sight of him hard and aching for me affecting me the way it always does.
“I promise,” I murmur, coming onto my hands and knees and reaching for him, running my fingers over the thick ridge of his cock, biting my lip as he twitches beneath my touch.
He groans softly, watching as I pull the fabric down, revealing the hot length of him. He’s so hard his skin flushes a deep red and fluid beads at his tip. I sweep my tongue across my bottom lip, suddenly dying for a taste.
I lean in, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “If you put your mouth on me, you’re not getting out of this bed until I’m finished with you, Cee. No break for brushing teeth. So brush now or forever hold your peace.”
I waver, torn between the voice in my head that insists even mild morning breath is a reason for immediate retreat and the rest of my body, which is hot and hungry and dying to have Zack’s hands on me, his skin sliding against mine as he pushes inside me. I’m already so wet, and my clit is pulsing hungrily, demanding friction, contact, release…
“I should brush.” I bite my lip, trying to muster up the strength to pull away from him. Instead, I curl my fingers around his cock, stroking him up and down, mesmerized by the way his eyes go dark as I tighten my grip.
“You’re playing with fire,” he murmurs, his breath coming faster. “If you don’t have a toothbrush in your mouth in the next ten seconds, you’re going to have something else in there.”
The words send an electric jolt rushing through me. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?” I circle the top of him with my fingers, smearing pre-cum across his velvety soft skin.
“I haven’t decided yet,” he says, the words rough and strained. “I mean, the thought of your mouth on me is pretty damned riveting. But you know me, I’m always greedy for the real thing.” He reaches out, sliding his hand down the front of my panties, wincing as his fingers glide through where I’m slick and swollen with desire. “Fuck, woman, you’re so wet. You need help.”
Blinking in surprise, I arch a brow. “Oh, yeah?” My breath hitches as his knuckle brushes against my clit. “What were you thinking? Therapy?”