much,” Bentley said, as he rolled over beside me, pulling me into his arms.
Bentley was completely serious when he said he planned on making love to me all night long. Our sex marathon went well into the early morning hours before we finally fell asleep wrapped around each other.
T he scent of frying bacon along with sunlight beaming in from the large bay window woke me from the best night’s sleep I think I’d had in years. Rolling over, I thought I’d find Bentley on the opposite side of the bed, but then remembered the bacon which obviously wasn’t cooking itself. My stomach growled as I reached for my phone to check the time—eleven o’clock. Shit! I hadn’t slept this late since my college days.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I noticed that my suitcases weren’t anywhere to be found. Bentley and I had been so tired when we arrived at the cabin that we’d left everything sitting in the foyer. The chilly hardwood floor left me wishing that I’d remembered to pack my warm fuzzy socks. I walked over to the dresser hoping to find something that I could slip on.
Opening the drawer and rummaging through a bunch of faded undergarments, I settled on a pair of M&M boxer shorts and a worn and tattered Super Mario Brothers T-shirt. Both items smelled like the bag of cedar chips that had been placed in the back of the drawer. Clearly these had both belonged to Bentley circa 1992.
Padding down the hallway, I found Bentley in the kitchen wearing nothing but the same pair of faded jeans from the previous night. His back was turned to me and from what I could tell he was flipping pancakes on the electric griddle. I quietly walked about behind him, very much enjoying my view. I mean a sexy man, with an ass on which you could bounce quarters off, cooking in the kitchen? Who wouldn’t enjoy that view?
I put my arms around his sculpted shoulders and nuzzled into his back.
“Well good morning, sleepyhead. I’m sorry if I woke you,” Bentley said, placing a peck on the back of my hand.
“You can wake me any day of the week if I get bacon and kisses. But, you didn’t wake me. I can’t believe I slept until eleven. I’m pretty sure I haven’t slept this late since I was eighteen. You must think I’m such a lazy ass.”
“No, I just like to think that I fucked you so thoroughly last night that you needed a few extra hours to recharge,” Bentley teased, turning to face me.
“Actually, I am feeling pretty energetic,” I said with a wink. “Feed me and there is no telling what I might be capable of doing.”
Before I was able to say another word, Bentley was doubled over, laughing hysterically. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“It’s all I could find in the bedroom,” I shrugged. “You don’t like it? I thought I might take it home with me and make it a new fashion trend. It seems like everything else from the eighties and nineties is coming back. Why not the retro video game T-shirt and candy boxers?” I added, striking a pose.
Bentley pulled me into his chest. “You somehow are able to make anything look sexy, Shamrock. You want to know the best part?” he asked.
“What’s that?”
“I can tell you aren’t wearing a bra under that old T-shirt of mine. Want to know how I know?” he whispered into my ear.
“Hmmmm?”
“I can see your nipples pebbling under that thin fabric. They’re just waiting for me to reach under there and pinch them.” he said, sliding his hands under the shirt and gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over my pert nipples.
I felt my heartbeat increase and a wave of heat coursed through my core. Just as Bentley was lifting me onto the island, we were interrupted by the untimely sound of my stomach growling.
“You’ve seriously got to be kidding me right now,” I groaned.
“I think someone wants food then sex.”
“No, just ignore it. Sex first. I always need sex first,” I encouraged, as my stomach rumbled again.
Bentley placed me back on my feet and
Bentley was completely serious when he said he planned on making love to me all night long. Our sex marathon went well into the early morning hours before we finally fell asleep wrapped around each other.
T he scent of frying bacon along with sunlight beaming in from the large bay window woke me from the best night’s sleep I think I’d had in years. Rolling over, I thought I’d find Bentley on the opposite side of the bed, but then remembered the bacon which obviously wasn’t cooking itself. My stomach growled as I reached for my phone to check the time—eleven o’clock. Shit! I hadn’t slept this late since my college days.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I noticed that my suitcases weren’t anywhere to be found. Bentley and I had been so tired when we arrived at the cabin that we’d left everything sitting in the foyer. The chilly hardwood floor left me wishing that I’d remembered to pack my warm fuzzy socks. I walked over to the dresser hoping to find something that I could slip on.
Opening the drawer and rummaging through a bunch of faded undergarments, I settled on a pair of M&M boxer shorts and a worn and tattered Super Mario Brothers T-shirt. Both items smelled like the bag of cedar chips that had been placed in the back of the drawer. Clearly these had both belonged to Bentley circa 1992.
Padding down the hallway, I found Bentley in the kitchen wearing nothing but the same pair of faded jeans from the previous night. His back was turned to me and from what I could tell he was flipping pancakes on the electric griddle. I quietly walked about behind him, very much enjoying my view. I mean a sexy man, with an ass on which you could bounce quarters off, cooking in the kitchen? Who wouldn’t enjoy that view?
I put my arms around his sculpted shoulders and nuzzled into his back.
“Well good morning, sleepyhead. I’m sorry if I woke you,” Bentley said, placing a peck on the back of my hand.
“You can wake me any day of the week if I get bacon and kisses. But, you didn’t wake me. I can’t believe I slept until eleven. I’m pretty sure I haven’t slept this late since I was eighteen. You must think I’m such a lazy ass.”
“No, I just like to think that I fucked you so thoroughly last night that you needed a few extra hours to recharge,” Bentley teased, turning to face me.
“Actually, I am feeling pretty energetic,” I said with a wink. “Feed me and there is no telling what I might be capable of doing.”
Before I was able to say another word, Bentley was doubled over, laughing hysterically. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“It’s all I could find in the bedroom,” I shrugged. “You don’t like it? I thought I might take it home with me and make it a new fashion trend. It seems like everything else from the eighties and nineties is coming back. Why not the retro video game T-shirt and candy boxers?” I added, striking a pose.
Bentley pulled me into his chest. “You somehow are able to make anything look sexy, Shamrock. You want to know the best part?” he asked.
“What’s that?”
“I can tell you aren’t wearing a bra under that old T-shirt of mine. Want to know how I know?” he whispered into my ear.
“Hmmmm?”
“I can see your nipples pebbling under that thin fabric. They’re just waiting for me to reach under there and pinch them.” he said, sliding his hands under the shirt and gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over my pert nipples.
I felt my heartbeat increase and a wave of heat coursed through my core. Just as Bentley was lifting me onto the island, we were interrupted by the untimely sound of my stomach growling.
“You’ve seriously got to be kidding me right now,” I groaned.
“I think someone wants food then sex.”
“No, just ignore it. Sex first. I always need sex first,” I encouraged, as my stomach rumbled again.
Bentley placed me back on my feet and
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