Chapter Thirteen
Carlos
“That was delicious, thank you.” Fiona set her coffee cup on the nightstand next to our abandoned breakfast plates.
“It was eggs and toast.” I snuggled into her, in the big bed, the sheets soft against my skin.
She kissed me as she curled into me. “It was still wonderful. I haven’t had breakfast in bed in ages.”
“I feel like today is a good day for that.” I looked out the window at the grey weather. It felt like a good day for a lazy morning. I kissed her neck. “You know… we have the villa to ourselves right now.”
Dusty was at sound check, Saoirse was hitting the slopes, and Hale was dominating the half-pipe.
“I could have you for breakfast.” My kisses went lower and lower as I got completely under the covers.
“Oh, eat me for breakfast, Pumpkin,” she breathed.
I tugged off her cute pajamas, ones that matched Saoirse’s. No panties? Better for me.
Her peppermint scent turned sweet with arousal as I kissed her thighs. Oh, how I loved those milky, meaty thighs. I just wanted to gobble them up.
Though I’m sure she’d prefer it if I munched on something else.
I gave her thigh a little nibble. Just a taste.
“Carlos,” she squealed, swatting my head.
“You are delectable,” I told her in Spanish as my nibbles and kisses worked up to the neat strip of red curls framing her creamy center.
Spreading her legs apart, I buried my face in her pussy, her peppermint sweetness greeting me, as if to say eat me up. Her peppermint candy scent grew even sweeter with arousal as I lapped up her juices.
Fiona’s hands curled in my hair. “Oh, that feels so good.”
“You make the best breakfast, Mi Reina.” I teased her clit with my tongue. A squeal of delight reached my ears. “Mmmm, tasty.” Giving her clit another lick, I continued feasting on her, taking my time.
She wiggled with impatience.
I nipped her thigh. “I’m still eating.”
“Such a tease,” she grumbled, using my hair to steer me where she wanted.
“I’m just worshiping my queen properly. My bossy queen,” I teased.
Peppermint-y slick, the extra lubrication only omegas made, mixed with her juices, creating a sweet cocktail for me to enjoy. Her impatience made me slow down. Hands on her thighs, I wrote a love letter to her with my tongue, until an orgasm shot through her.
She gasped. “That feels so good.”
“Mmmm, come all over my face,” I murmured, not bothering to stop. “I love making you come.”
An impatient noise escaped her lips. “Give me your dick.”
“Not yet.” Switching from love letters to romantic poetry with my tongue, I also slid a single finger inside her.
She gasped, her scent continuing to be sweet with need. “More.”
I added a finger, pumping them in and out of her, as I continued to lavish her sweet pussy with my tongue’s full attention.
“You are so wet for me, Mi Reina. I can’t wait to slide into you.” I added another finger. “Come again, so I can fuck you.” My cock was hard and ready, pressing against my pajama pants.
Oh, how I longed to bury myself in her sweet softness. Soon.
As she came again, she gushed all over my face, giving me my prize for all of my hard work.
“Fuck me now,” my queen commanded, tugging on my hair as I cleaned her up with my mouth.
“As you wish, Mi Reina.” Extracting myself from the covers, I took off my pants, briefs, and thermal shirt.
She took off her top and laid back in the rumpled sheets, red hair splayed across the white pillow, looking like a goddess in a painting.
Straddling her, I took one luscious breast in my mouth, playing with the other, so it didn’t feel lonely.
Fiona tugged on my hair. “That’s not fucking.”
With a fake-sigh, I got a condom off the dresser. I’d brought them with her breakfast–just in case. I rolled it over my shaft.
Slowly, I lowered myself inside her, my eyes locked on hers. “Does this satisfy Queen Fiona?”
“Yes, it does.” She sighed happily holding on to me.
Given we were alone and had no place to be, I took my time with her. Lazy lovemaking for a lazy morning.
One of my hands found her clit, the other toyed with her nipple. My hips gyrated against hers. Fiona’s arms wrapped around me as she moved with me. Leaning in, I kissed her long and deep. Her lips tasted of coffee.
“I love being inside you. You’re perfect for me,” I whispered between kisses.
“You make me feel so good,” she gasped.
It always made me so happy when she said that. I’d never been in a serious relationship with an omega. Maybe I was taking things slow, but I was serious about her.
Slowly, I increased my pace as it got difficult to hold off my own release.
“Oh, yes, faster,” she squealed. “Pumpkin, harder.”
“Your wish is my command,” I replied as I thumped against her both harder and faster.
“Yes, oh yes,” she cried as she came for the third time.
This time, I couldn’t hold off and I came inside her, holding her to me tight. Resting my head on her chest, I stroked her hair. “Good breakfast?”
“The best.”
I cuddled her a few moments longer, then went to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
She held open her arms, and I dove into the bed, laying partially on top of her, not bothering to cover us.
The door flew open and Hale stood there in his cowboy hat. His jaw dropped. “Oh shit. Sorry.”