Sadly, he apparently did not need anything in the bathroom.
Whomp WHOMP.
I quickly cleaned myself up and toweled off.
There were cellophane-wrapped packs of toothbrushes and a tube of toothpaste on the counter, so I brushed my teeth, too.
Then I dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt and walked out of the bedroom.
I immediately smelled freshly brewed espresso.
My heart was thudding nervously in my chest as I walked down the short hallway into the main room –
And I stopped breathing.
He was sitting at a small table in the kitchen, scowling over his phone, a cup of coffee next to him.
And he was shirtless.
He was wearing his pants from last night but nothing else.
The morning sunshine on his skin…
The way his hair fell over his forehead…
The way his muscles rippled…
He looked like a male model.
Or a bad boy movie star.
Definitely the hottest guy I had ever seen in the flesh.
Not to mention slept with.
And got multiple orgasms from.
It didn’t help matters that I knew what he was packing under those pants.
And here I was, like a dork, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.
He glanced up, looked at me – and froze.
His eyes roved over my body…
And then he looked into my eyes.
“Good morning,” he said, though he didn’t smile when he said it. His tone was completely neutral.
“Good morning,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. “Any more coffee?”
“No, but I’ll make you some,” he said as he stood up from his chair.
His arms flexed deliciously…
His chest bulged…
And his six-pack was on full display.
Oh my god.
I was already getting wet…
And I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Thank god my sweatpants were black…
“I can get it,” I said as I turned quickly and went over to the espresso machine.
“I don’t think you’ll know how to work it,” he said as he padded over in his bare feet.
That annoyed me. “I think I can figure it out – ”
And then I saw the espresso machine.
It was one of those high-end things you see in coffee shops, with a ton of levers and buttons. It probably cost at least $5000.
I had no idea how to work it.
He walked over next to me and reached for a canister next to the machine. “Unless you worked as a barista, I kind of doubt it.”
He was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with me…
And at this distance, I could smell him.
He hadn’t taken a shower yet, and he smelled like sex.
Like me.
Like us.
There was a musky scent of his own that drove me wild…
And I immediately wanted him to bend me over the counter, yank down my sweat pants, and take me.
But he didn’t.
He just opened up the canister and poured some coffee beans into a grinder. “We don’t really have anything good for breakfast.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, trying not to betray how turned on I was by him.
“There’s some protein bars if you’re starving, but I was thinking we could go to a café. There’s a good one nearby.”
“Uh-huh…”
“We can talk… about…”
He trailed off.
I glanced over to see what had made him stop.
He was staring down at my chest.
I looked down –
And realized my nipples were hard and poking out through the thin material of the t-shirt.
It was a tight t-shirt.
Did I mention that?
And I wasn’t wearing a bra.
I know I didn’t mention that.
While my eyes were looking down, they strayed to his crotch –
And I saw that the material of his pants was lifting up…
As something underneath was getting bigger.
Much bigger.
I guess he wasn’t wearing underwear, either, because there was nothing keeping that bulge in check.
I immediately looked up at his face.
He was staring into my eyes.
He was breathing heavier…
And I was, too.
My breasts were basically heaving beneath my t-shirt.
And then…
Just like that…
He grabbed me, kissed me hard… and we fucked right there in the kitchen.
