me feel.
Blake awoke every sense in my body the night before. He did things to me that I had only read about in books. I never thought it was possible to orgasm as many times as I had; each one more powerful and satisfying than the last.
My robe was hung on the back of my bedroom door when I got up out of bed. It had been sprawled on the kitchen floor during the night, and Blake had obviously brought it back in for me for when I woke.
Wrapping it around me, I headed to the kitchen to find the most beautiful sight possible. Blake stood at the stove, cooking in just his boxers. I leaned against the door frame, drinking in the sight of him. He was beautiful, and he was mine. Finally, the man who I had fallen so hard for was mine. Realizing I was drooling, I pulled myself out of my fantasy and walked over to where he stood, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my face against his back.
I heard Blake place a pan back on the stove before he turned to face me, wrapping me in his arms.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, pressing his face to my hair.
“You’re still here,” I said with relief. Blake shifted and lifted my chin with his fingers until our eyes met.
“Of course I’m still here,” he said as his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “I meant every single word that I said to you last night, Jo. I won’t be walking away from you – not now, not ever.” I forced a smile and placed my head to his chest “Well,” he said, “Apart from later – I have a meeting. But then I’m gonna come back, I’m gonna bring food, and then we’re gonna carry on where we left off.” his lips pressed against my head as I tightened my grip around his waist.
“Can’t we carry on right now,” I asked, feeling Blake’s chest vibrate with laughter against me.
“Breakfast first,” he said before releasing me and turning his attention back to the stove.
I gasped as I hopped up onto a breakfast stool. I was aching in places that I didn’t know existed, but it was a good feeling. It reminded me of everything that Blake and I had done the previous night, the places that he had touched me first with his fingers, then with his lips, his tongue. I crossed my legs, trying desperately to ease the ache that was constantly present around Blake.
Everything felt too surreal. Blake stood almost naked in my kitchen cooking me breakfast after what had been the most amazing night of my life. I was convinced that at any moment I was about to wake up and realize that the whole thing had been a dream – a damn good one too. But after finally allowing myself to feel happy came the fear that something would soon come along and tear that happiness away from me.
My mind wandered briefly to Sara. I wondered how she would react if she knew that Blake and I had spent the night together. Part of me didn’t want to care, but after what had happened four years ago, I felt I needed to care – more for Sara than myself. But for now I just wanted to create a bubble around the two of us and completely block out the outside world and everything that came with it.
“Coffee?” Blake asked, pulling me from my daydream.
“Do you know how to make tea?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Then coffee is fine,” I smiled.
Blake placed two plates next to each other on the breakfast bar along with two cups of coffee and two glasses of fresh orange juice, before placing a lingering kiss on my lips and sitting down next to me.
“This looks incredible,” I said, lifting my fork. “I don’t really do breakfast, though – you know, for future reference.”
“How can you not eat breakfast?” he replied, shocked. “It’s the most important meal of the day.”
His reaction mirrored someone who had just been told that breakfast was to be banned under some new law.
“I only eat when I’m hungry.” I shrugged, poking at my breakfast with the fork.
“Well, if you’re not hungry this morning,” he said huskily as he leaned into my
Blake awoke every sense in my body the night before. He did things to me that I had only read about in books. I never thought it was possible to orgasm as many times as I had; each one more powerful and satisfying than the last.
My robe was hung on the back of my bedroom door when I got up out of bed. It had been sprawled on the kitchen floor during the night, and Blake had obviously brought it back in for me for when I woke.
Wrapping it around me, I headed to the kitchen to find the most beautiful sight possible. Blake stood at the stove, cooking in just his boxers. I leaned against the door frame, drinking in the sight of him. He was beautiful, and he was mine. Finally, the man who I had fallen so hard for was mine. Realizing I was drooling, I pulled myself out of my fantasy and walked over to where he stood, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my face against his back.
I heard Blake place a pan back on the stove before he turned to face me, wrapping me in his arms.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, pressing his face to my hair.
“You’re still here,” I said with relief. Blake shifted and lifted my chin with his fingers until our eyes met.
“Of course I’m still here,” he said as his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “I meant every single word that I said to you last night, Jo. I won’t be walking away from you – not now, not ever.” I forced a smile and placed my head to his chest “Well,” he said, “Apart from later – I have a meeting. But then I’m gonna come back, I’m gonna bring food, and then we’re gonna carry on where we left off.” his lips pressed against my head as I tightened my grip around his waist.
“Can’t we carry on right now,” I asked, feeling Blake’s chest vibrate with laughter against me.
“Breakfast first,” he said before releasing me and turning his attention back to the stove.
I gasped as I hopped up onto a breakfast stool. I was aching in places that I didn’t know existed, but it was a good feeling. It reminded me of everything that Blake and I had done the previous night, the places that he had touched me first with his fingers, then with his lips, his tongue. I crossed my legs, trying desperately to ease the ache that was constantly present around Blake.
Everything felt too surreal. Blake stood almost naked in my kitchen cooking me breakfast after what had been the most amazing night of my life. I was convinced that at any moment I was about to wake up and realize that the whole thing had been a dream – a damn good one too. But after finally allowing myself to feel happy came the fear that something would soon come along and tear that happiness away from me.
My mind wandered briefly to Sara. I wondered how she would react if she knew that Blake and I had spent the night together. Part of me didn’t want to care, but after what had happened four years ago, I felt I needed to care – more for Sara than myself. But for now I just wanted to create a bubble around the two of us and completely block out the outside world and everything that came with it.
“Coffee?” Blake asked, pulling me from my daydream.
“Do you know how to make tea?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Then coffee is fine,” I smiled.
Blake placed two plates next to each other on the breakfast bar along with two cups of coffee and two glasses of fresh orange juice, before placing a lingering kiss on my lips and sitting down next to me.
“This looks incredible,” I said, lifting my fork. “I don’t really do breakfast, though – you know, for future reference.”
“How can you not eat breakfast?” he replied, shocked. “It’s the most important meal of the day.”
His reaction mirrored someone who had just been told that breakfast was to be banned under some new law.
“I only eat when I’m hungry.” I shrugged, poking at my breakfast with the fork.
“Well, if you’re not hungry this morning,” he said huskily as he leaned into my
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