Chapter 28
28
HANK
I f I could stop time whenever I wanted, I would push the button right now to freeze in this moment with her forever.
She was standing in front of me, wrapped in a towel, and watching me in the mirror as I pulled the brush from the top of her head down to her shoulders with as much care as I could. I never had sisters growing up, so this wasn’t something I’d ever done before. I’m not sure what prompted me to ask to brush her hair, but when she had released it from the towel she had wrapped around it, I knew I wanted to. As I brushed through her damp hair as gently as I could since she had told me she had a sensitive head, I felt her eyes studying me in the mirror. I rested my hand on her waist to hold her still, and she laid her hand over mine. After I’d finished brushing, I leaned over and kissed the top of her shoulder before handing the brush back to her.
Once she was dressed in her sleep shorts and an oversized shirt, I moved towards the front door to head home.
“Where are you going?” she asked in a small voice, standing in the doorway of her bedroom with wide, longing eyes.
“I was going to head home so you could get some rest.” I took a few steps closer to her again and brought my hands to her elbows as she grabbed onto my shirt.
“Can you stay?” She looked up at me and gave me puppy dog eyes which I think she was starting to discover that if she used them on me, I would give her whatever she wanted. I felt my mouth pull into a smirk and pressed my lips to her forehead.
“Of course I will.”
We both slipped into her bed after I stripped down into just my boxers and she pressed her body into mine. For a while, we just lay next to one another, enjoying the feeling of having the other close. She had her head on my shoulder and was running her fingers lightly across my chest. I could feel my heart rate starting to slow and my eyes getting heavy when she spoke.
“Have you ever thought about what animal you would be if you were reincarnated?” She spoke with so much intention that I could tell she wasn’t joking. I tried to hold back the laughs that came because of how surprised I was by her question.
“Uhhh, not really, no. Have you?” I tucked my chin into my neck to look at her.
“Of course I have. I think about these types of things all the time.” Her voice came out even and she acted as if this was a totally normal question to ask. I tugged on her shoulder and she followed my lead by moving even closer into my chest. My fingers started to run along it and she kissed my pec.
“So, what animal are you reincarnating into in your next life?”
She looked up at me with a confident smirk. “A fox.”
I barked out a laugh and shook my head at her. “A fox?”
“Yeah, a fox. They’re smart, and cunning, and know how to hold their own. Just like me.” I looked down at her with reverence and loved that she saw herself in this way. My girl was headstrong and confident and I loved that about her.
“You would make for a very cute fox,” I said before leaning down and kissing her nose. She scrunched her face at me and pushed some of the hair that had fallen into her face away.
“I think you would reincarnate into a bear.” She said it so matter-of-factly as if she’d thought about this before. She probably had.
“A bear?” I exclaimed, surprised by the animal she had assigned to my reincarnated self.
“Yeah, a bear. Cute, cuddly, and shy, but will completely rip your face off if you threaten them. You give off big bear vibes.”
I laughed next to her and she bounced on my chest. This girl always seemed to surprise me by the things she said.
“I could also see a wolf.” She pushed out her lips and nodded her head, enjoying the thought. “You’re a pack animal for sure, just like a wolf. They’re shy too, just like you.”
“I’m only shy around you, blondie, you make me like that.” She propped herself up on her elbow to look at me.
“I make you feel shy?”
“You make me more than shy, you make it hard for my brain to function. Ever since meeting you, it’s like you’ve filled every crevice of my head and are the only thing I can think about. When I saw you for the first time at the gym I felt my heart stop. You bring me life and steal my breath away with just one smile. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” I placed my hand on her cheek and she nuzzled into it.
“I’ve never felt like this with anyone else before either, soldier.”
I rolled over on my stomach and extended my arm across the bed, waving my hand back and forth searching for her. As I lay in her bed still half asleep, my mind fell back to the memories of last night. How she looked as she stripped and sank into the tub. How I offered to read to her and had to hunch over my lap to cover the erection I got as I did. It’s no fucking wonder women read those books, they’re unreal. I tried not to develop a complex but made a mental note to try some of the things I’d read last night with Bailey if she’d let me. I loved how she let me brush her hair and how it felt between my fingers. Getting to care for her that way meant everything to me. My eyes sprang open as my head caught up with the fact that she wasn’t next to me like she was when we fell asleep last night.
I pushed myself up and looked around her room. We had fallen asleep after she got dressed and climbed into bed. We stayed up until almost two in the morning talking and laughing together. It was funny to me how easy it was to be with her. We’d only known each other for roughly a month, but when we were together, it was as if we had known one another our entire lives. As I looked around the room, I noticed my shirt that I had thrown to the floor was gone and her bedroom door was slightly ajar. The more coherent I became, the more my senses started to pick up on the aroma of bacon cooking; I could hear it popping and sizzling on the other side of her bedroom door. Bringing my feet to the floor, I pushed up from the bed and walked out towards where the smells were coming from.
Once my head peeked around the corner of the door, the most devastatingly beautiful sight came into view.
Bailey stood at the counter wearing nothing but my shirt and a pair of lacy underwear. Half her hair was tied up on the top of her head in a bun, and she was dancing around the kitchen while holding a pair of tongs. I watched her from the doorway, taking in everything that she was, in awe of how carefree she looked as she spun around, unaware that she was being watched. She shimmied her shoulders along with the soft-playing music, flipping the bacon every few beats. I couldn’t hold back my laughter when she grasped the tongs in her hands and used them as a mic, quietly singing along to the song that was playing on her phone. She jumped when she heard me laugh and found me quickly with her eyes.
“Oh! Oh, Hank, you scared me,” she breathed heavily and brought her hand to her heart. “I didn’t wake you did I? I was trying to be quiet.”
I moved closer to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my chest. She looked up at me, her eyes growing wider the closer I brought my face to hers. “No, hermosa? 1 , you didn’t wake me up,” I assured her before bringing my lips to hers.
I couldn’t help myself—she was like an energy source for me that I needed to get my daily refill of, and seeing her in the kitchen like this made my need for her that much stronger. My hand sank below her lower back and rested on her ass. When I squeezed, she let out a sound that was a mix between a groan and a yelp. She set the tongs down on the counter and brought both her hands around my neck. With both hands on her ass now, I lifted her with ease and set her down on the kitchen counter, leaning into her lips with force. She roped both of her lean legs around my torso like a koala and held me in place with her muscular thighs. We kissed, our tongues clashing into one another, as I pressed my hips into her center. When she felt my cock pressing into her, she moaned loudly on the counter. My hands couldn’t help themselves as they slid from her ass to the inside of her thigh and she bucked her hips towards me when my fingers grazed the outside of her panties. I was about to slip my fingers underneath the purple, lace fabric until the kitchen started to fill with smoke and the smoke alarms went off.
“No! The bacon!” she shouted, pushing me off of her and hopping down from the counter. The damage was already done though and the once juicy bacon she had been cooking was now black and charred. She turned the burner off and threw the pan in the sink, dowsing it with cold water to dispel the smoke.
“This is all your fault,” she teased, snapping the tongs at me.
“My fault? How is this my fault?” I brought my hands to my chest, shocked that she was blaming me for this.
“Yes, your fault. If you hadn’t come out here lookin’ all hot with your dark curls and exposed chest, I wouldn’t have gotten distracted and burnt the bacon. I blame you.” She scrunched her face up at me and crossed her arms over her chest next to the oven, trying to look annoyed. I took a step closer to her again since she’d moved away to clean up the mess.
“You like my curls?” I asked, bringing my hands back to her waist. No one had ever complimented my hair before, I always just saw it as average.
“I mean, yeah. I think they’re pretty cute,” she mumbled under a grin as I pulled her closer to me.
“And my, ‘exposed chest’, as you called it. You like that too?” I picked her up and set her back on the counter next to the sink that was now filled with the burnt pan and still smoking bacon.
“Yeah, I like that too,” she mused, her eyes flickering between my lips and my chest. I pulled my shirt she was wearing up so it was resting on her waist, exposing her ass and thighs to me. As I did, her hands started to explore my chest. As her fingers grazed across it, a fresh wave of energy rippled through me.
“You know what I like?”
“What’s that?”
“I like the sight of you wearing nothing but my shirt, dancing around the kitchen in your underwear as you sing and cook breakfast.” I kissed the side of her neck as her head dropped behind her. “I also like the way your hair looks after you throw it on top of your head like this, like you’re too busy doing bigger and better things to be bothered by it.” I brought my lips to her neck again and nipped it softly. She sucked in a breath. “But you know what I like most?”
“Tell me,” she begged as I nipped at her neck again. I pressed my hard cock into her center as her legs straddled either side of me.
“I like the taste of your sweet pussy on my lips and I will have it right now for breakfast. Spread your legs for me, hermosa? 2 , let me have you.” She did as I asked, opening her legs wide for me as I pulled at the seam of her panties. She lifted her hips for me as I pulled them off, then tossed them to the kitchen floor. Placing my hands on her ass once more, I pulled her to the edge of the counter so I could have every part of her with ease.
She watched as I dropped to my knees and brought my face between her legs. Her eyes widened as I kissed her knee, and the top of her leg, then her inner thigh. I hovered just above her center and brought my eyes to her to see if she was still watching me.
She was.
And knowing she was drove me crazy.
Unable to stop myself from tasting her any longer, I brought my lips to her pussy. She groaned as I held her on the counter and pressed my tongue to her clit. Flicking it back and forth, I could hear her starting to breathe heavier. I craved to have more of her, so I slipped my hand under her shirt and reached her breasts. When my fingers found her chest, I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra and was instantly more turned on than before. I played with her nipple as I continued to suck and lick her center. She started to shake under me and roped her fingers through my hair.
“Ooh my god,” she moaned, her voice trembling as I helped her climb. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you come on my tongue, hermosa? 3 . Vente para mi, bebé? 4 ,” I begged before bringing my mouth back to her. I meant it when I said I wanted her for breakfast and I wasn’t going to stop until my girl fed me properly.
I slipped a hand beneath my mouth and pushed a finger inside her. Her muscles instantly contracted around it and she shouted out in pleasure. Her fingers tugged harder in my hair as I moved my tongue faster back and forth on her clit. I pulled my face away from her and brought two fingers to the outside of her pussy, moving them back and forth across her clit and her head shot up to watch what I was doing to her.
“You’re gonna make me come. Please, please …” she couldn’t finish her plea before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her head dropped behind her again. I continued to work her like this until I knew she was about to fall over the edge. I wanted to feel her finish on my mouth, so I brought my lips back to her as she screamed out my name and fell over the edge completely. Her breath was labored as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her hips bucked every time I swiped my tongue across her clit, still sensitive from the orgasm I’d just taken from her.
Nothing has ever tasted so sweet.
Her eyes fluttered back to where I was crouched between her legs and were filled with lust and desire. “For a guy who was once too shy to tell me his name, you really know how to make me scream it now.”
I pushed to my feet and brought my lips to her ear, “Hearing you scream my name is something I’d like to do every day. I’d like to hear you scream it again right now if you’d let me.”
“Yes, please .” She flung her arms around my neck and the animal in me grabbed her as if she were a fresh meal to be had. I had just eaten her once, but I was already ready for another meal. I pulled her towards me and looped my arms under her legs as she wrapped them around my torso. Our lips meshed together the entire way from the kitchen to her bedroom. I set her down gently on the bed and took a step back to look at her. I consumed everything she was with my eyes and tried to commit every piece of her to memory.
“What are you lookin’ at?” she purred, her slight Southern twang coming out thick.
“Just the most beautiful woman I think I’ve ever seen who is quickly becoming my everything,” I confessed. Her lips pulled up into a shy smile and she reached her hand towards me.
“Make me your everything Hank,” she whispered, pulling me down on top of her.
And that’s exactly what I did.
Who was I to deny a beautiful woman?
1 ? beautiful
2 ? beautiful
3 ? beautiful
4 ? Come for me, baby.