Chapter Twenty-One
Morning with Regan
Once the game was over, all I wanted to do was find Regan and fuck her wherever I could---in the tunnel, on the grass, I didn't care which.
But we fell asleep the moment our heads hit the mattress.
In the morning, we both wake up at the same time, ready for hot sex.
But then I get a spicy idea I know Regan will love.
I saunter into the kitchen, surprised to see the woman I want to marry already in the kitchen. "You got up before me? That's a first."
Regan aims a steamy smile my way, the kind that makes my dick twitch.
She's wearing only a thin babydoll nighty as she hops onto a stool, shimmying her sweet little ass.
The satin fabric is a wisp of pale pink that barely covers her tits and ass.
Watching her perch on that stool with her long legs on display makes it hard to focus on breakfast.
Her eyes light up when she notices the spread I've laid out. "Ooh, Mike, something smells yummy. Never knew you could cook anything except hamburgers and hot dogs."
"Hah-hah. I do have hidden talents, you know. Like this..." I flip a perfectly golden pancake onto the growing stack. "I've been secretly watching cooking videos at three in the morning."
She grins as delicate laughter tumbles from her lips. "Mike Hannigan, you never cease to amaze me."
And I feel the same way about her.
I flip another pancake, struggling to keep my mind on my task rather than how badly I want to carry her back to bed.
Regan leans forward just enough to give me teasing glimpse of cleavage. "So, Chef Hannigan, is this how you celebrate every big win?"
"Only the ones where I completely destroy Ivan Brasher's ego," I reply, sliding the plate of pancakes toward her. "And only for my beautiful fiancée."
That word---fiancé--- still seems new and exciting.
Regan reaches for the syrup, drizzling it over her stack in lazy figure eights. "I like the way you spoke that word. My fiancé. But it's still kind of surreal, hearing those words."
A drop of syrup lands on her collarbone.
I'd love to lick those drops off her skin.
Without thinking, I step around the counter to drag my tongue over that sugary spot.
Regan shivers, though not because she's cold.
The heat of lust made her quiver. Her tits heave, rising and falling.
She wriggles closer as I slide my hands up her thighs.
The silk of her nightie catches on my callused fingers---quarterback hands, rough from years of gripping footballs and hitting the turf.
I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties, tugging them down inch by inch while my dick grows stiffer by the second.
They slide past her knees and drop to the floor.
Now I'm rock-hard, and the urgency of my morning wood demands action.
I push her nightie up to her waist and over her head.
"The pancakes can wait," I growl, falling to my knees before her. "Damn, I need to devour you."
"Oh God, Mike. Please fuck me now and make me scream."
I give her wicked grin. "Can't wait to find out how delicious you taste. And after that, I'll fuck you like there's no tomorrow."
"Yes, Mike, yes. Hurry."
My dick has grown so hard and thick I worry it might explode. I spread her thighs wider, exposing her glistening flesh. The mouthwatering scent of her desire spurs me to go faster.
Damn, I love seeing her like this, perched on my kitchen stool with her legs spread, exposing her vulva.
That wispy nightie is bunched around her waist. Regan gasps when I spread her thighs wider, exposing her completely.
She's already soaking wet and glistening.
God, she's beautiful like this, perched on the edge of the stool, vulnerable and wanting.
When I unzip my pants to free my dick, it springs up, throbbing with a hunger I can't hold back for much longer.
Regan gazes at my dick and licks her lips. Her pupils have blown, a sure sign that she's ready for me. "Mike, hurry. I need you inside me now."
I begin by tracing lazy circles around her clit, savoring the flavor of her as if she's the most delicious dessert I've ever tasted.
Then I bury my face in her labia, latching onto her tight bud.
She cries out, clutching my head. I suckle the stiff center, gently at first, then with more ravenous hunger.
She tastes so good that I start grunting.
She bucks her hips, shouting, "Oh shit, right there...yes, never stop."
I plunge two fingers into her depths, caressing the velvety walls.
She's so fucking wet, so ready for me. When I curl my fingers, the movements encourage her to gasp and arch her back.
I flick my tongue rapidly while my fingers work inside her.
Her breathing becomes ragged, her moans becoming desperate pleas for release.
The stool creaks beneath her as she grinds against my face.
Her orgasm hits her so hard that she can't even scream. Her body convulses as her walls constrict, pulsing around my fingers as she rides the waves of pleasure.
I don't let up, continuing my assault until she's squirming and whimpering, oversensitive but unable to pull away.
Only when her hands push at my shoulders do I finally release her, standing to tower over her.
Regan's eyes are glazed, her lips parted as she catches her breath.
Her nipples are clearly visible through the flimsy fabric .
"That was just the appetizer," I tell her, my voice rough with desire.
I grab her by the waist and lift her from the stool, spinning her around to face the kitchen counter. She splays her hands over the cool granite as I position myself behind her, my cock pressing against her slick entrance.
I enter her in one powerful thrust, both of us groaning in unison.
She's so tight, so perfectly slick and soft around me.
I grip her hips with both hands and set a relentless pace, driving into her with the same intensity I bring to the football field.
She scrambles for purchase on the countertop while the plates rattle and I slam into her.
"That's it," I growl, watching her pink nightie ride up her back, exposing the perfect curve of her ass. "Take all of me. I want my dick to push against your walls."
I find her nub, still swollen and sensitive from her first orgasm, and she gasps when my fingers make contact. Her inner walls clench around me in pulsating waves.
"Too sensitive," she whimpers, but her hips push back against me, betraying her words.
"Trust me," I whisper, my breath hot fluttering her hair. I slow my thrusts to a torturous pace, grinding deep while my fingers work her clit with gentle precision. "I know exactly what you need."
I feel her body respond, the tension building again.
"You're going to come again," I whisper against her ear. "And again. Until you forget your own name."
"You want it harder, don't you?" I growl.
The tension builds again, but I know this time I must let her come.
So, I hoist her up off the counter and urge her to wrap those sexy legs around me while I fuck her like a maniac.
I stagger around, bumping into the wall, then back to the kitchen table.
The edge of it presses into her back, but she pays no attention to that. If anything, it spur her on.
Then it happens. I come so hard it feels like a volcano erupting, but it's only my shaft spilling everything I have inside her luscious body. She comes immediately, shouting wordless cries. Once we're both spent, we shower together and finally eat our breakfast.