Chapter 28
Max
Audrey looked breathtaking in the sunrise.
Golden rays peeked through the windows and glided over her brown skin.
The light traced over the soft curves of her face and danced in her hair, creating subtle highlights.
Some of the glow hit the diamond hanging around her neck, making it sparkle like a kaleidoscope.
I just couldn’t believe she was real. I’ve waited so long for her to come back into my arms. Now that she’d returned, I didn’t want to ever let her go again.
The rumble of my stomach broke my thoughts. Reluctantly, I glanced over at the digital clock on my nightstand. It was eleven-thirty. We’d slept in longer than I thought.
I slowly shifted out of the bed, careful not to wake Audrey. I pulled a pair of pajama pants up over my hips and headed out towards the kitchen.
When I went grocery shopping earlier in the week, I made sure to grab some of Audrey’s favorite foods, snacks, and bathroom necessities. I thought it’d be good to have some things around the apartment for her. I wanted her to feel welcome here. After all, this was supposed to be our place.
I put on a playlist and immediately went to work on cooking breakfast for us. In comparison to Benny, I wasn’t the best cook in the world, but I could make a mean omelet. I remembered she used to like hers with extra cheese, bacon and spinach - with some hash browns on the side.
I plated all the food once everything was finished cooking and poured two glasses of orange juice. Carefully, I set everything on a wooden carrier tray and carried it back into the bedroom.
Audrey was still in the same position I’d left her, sound asleep.
I set the tray down on my nightstand and took a seat beside her on the bed. Leaning down, I pecked kisses on her bare shoulder. “Audrey,” I whispered against her skin.
She stirred underneath my lips. “Hm?”
“It’s time to wake up. I made you breakfast.”
Groggily, she rolled over onto her back and stared at me through narrowed eyes. “What? What time is it?”
“A little after twelve.”
She lifted her arms over her head and stretched her weary muscles with a soft moan. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to sleep so late.”
“Don’t apologize.” I smirked. “We were pretty busy last night.”
She rolled her eyes as she sat up and scooted up against the headboard.
I grabbed her plate off of the tray and started to hand it to her.
Her brow rose. “Are you sure you cooked this?” She asked as a smile tugged at her lips. “I didn’t smell anything burning.”
I pulled the plate back before she could grab it. “Don’t play with me. I’ll eat both of our omelets.”
Giggling, she yanked the plate out of my hands. “No, no! I’m starving!” Her smile lingered as she picked up the fork and stabbed a piece of the hash brown. “Thank you for making me breakfast.”
I grabbed my plate and settled in beside her on the bed. “Sure. You were sleeping like a rock, so I figured-” I stopped mid sentence to chuckle as she slapped me in my arm.
“Shut up and be happy you got some last night.”
“Oh, I am. What did you think I was giving you breakfast in bed for?”
“Even if we didn’t sleep together, I was still getting the princess treatment.”
“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because you just like me that much.”
“Wrong. I don’t like you. I love you. There’s a difference.”
Audrey’s smile grew. “I love you too,” she said around a bite of food. “And not just because you made me this delicious omelet.”
“Don’t lie. I know it’s just the food talking. I get it.”
Audrey shook her head at me.
I turned on the television to fill in the silence while we ate. Once we were finished, Audrey tried to climb out of bed to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. I shoved her ass right back onto the mattress.
“You stay there,” I told her.
“But, you cooked,” she whined. “It’s only fair that I clean.”
“You can clean up the other mess we’re about to make,” I told her with a grin.
Even at our big age, her eyes still widened and her cheeks burned red at the innuendo. “Shut up!” She yelled as she tossed a pillow at me.
Chuckling, I dodged the pillow and walked out of the room. I quickly tidied up the kitchen and hurried back into the bedroom.
My brow rose at the sheets thrown over the empty bed.
The sound of running water echoed through the open door of the adjoining bathroom. I followed the noise to see Audrey standing over the sink, brushing her teeth.
I paused in the doorway, entranced by the sight of her bare body. Her curls hung over her shoulders and back, and I wanted nothing more but to move it aside and kiss every single inch of the skin beneath it.
Audrey caught my gaze in the mirror. Popping her toothbrush out of her mouth, she said, “Don’t even think about kissing on me until you’ve brushed your teeth.”
“You trying to say my breath stinks?”
“That morning breath does.”
Chuckling, I walked up beside her at the counter and grabbed my toothbrush out of the holder.
We brushed our teeth, side-by-side, as if we hadn’t been apart for years, picking up right where we left off.
After rinsing her mouth out, Audrey glanced around the bathroom with a squint.
“What are you looking for, Velma?” I asked teasingly.
“The shower,” she replied. “Unlike some people, I’m not a fan of leftover stickiness between my legs.”
I set a hand on her back and guided her to shower. “Mind if I join you?”
“Sure.”
A waterfall cascaded from the shower head as I turned the knob on. I tested the water with my hand, making sure it wasn’t too hot.
Beside me, Audrey pulled on the shower cap hanging from a nearby hook.
I let her walk in first, watching as the water rained over her body. Her skin glistened under the moisture.
I envied the water droplets as they rolled over the curves of her breasts and hips. I needed my hands on her.
Stepping in behind her, I looped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me. I dipped my head into her neck and pressed my lips against her wet skin.
Audrey leaned into me as I kissed her neck. Her head fell to the side, giving me more access. Soft moans escaped her lips as I began to suck on her skin. “Max,” she sighed.
Her hips bucked backwards when I kissed a spot on the side of her neck, pressing her ass against my dick. Pleased with her reaction, I zeroed in on that spot, licking and sucking until her skin was a light shade of purple.
My hands slithered in opposite directions across her torso. One grasped a breast while the other traveled over her hip towards her pussy. Her skin was slick beneath my fingers, warm from the water. Her legs trembled from the gentle touch of my fingertips.
I twirled my fingers in slow circles around her clit and nipple.
Audrey squirmed. “Max,” she whined.
I dipped my fingers lower and pressed them against her pussy. I continued rolling my fingers over her, playing in the mess of warm water and her slickness.
She shifted her hips and grinded against my hand. Her ass cheeks rubbed against my dick, sending heat straight through it.
I wedged one of my legs between hers and gently pushed them open. I pressed my hardening dick against her entrance from the back and met her thrusts halfway. “Can I have you again?” I asked.
Nodding, she twisted in my arms and pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue dragged across my lips, licking off the excess water.
I eagerly opened my mouth and deepened our kisses.
My hands slid down her back, over her ass, and grasped her thighs. Easily, I lifted her up off her feet.
Audrey’s legs wrapped around my waist as I pinned her against the nearest shower wall, trapping her between my body and the tile.
Audrey gasped into my mouth as I pushed into her. Her fingernails dug into my skin, and her pussy tightened around my dick.
Slowly, I pushed myself deep inside of her before sliding back. I did this a few times, letting her adjust to the position.
She started throwing her hips forward, meeting each of my thrusts head-on.
My hips slapped against hers with every thrust, our skin squeaking from the water trailing over us. The sounds grew louder as we picked up the pace. Soon enough, the room sounded like it was filled with applause.
“Shit, Max,” she swore.
“You like that, mamas?” I asked, diving deeper into her.
“Mhm,” she hummed, too caught up in the sensation to speak.
Honestly, I was barely hanging on to words too. Audrey was grinding against me like her life depended on it. I didn’t think she’d missed this, missed me, this much. But I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
I grabbed Audrey’s wrists and pinned them up over her head to keep her still. I thrusted harder, faster, into her and smiled at the moans she let out.
“Oh, Max,” she cried, throwing her chin up towards the sky. “Don’t stop. Please don’t.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I assured her. I was just as close to the edge as she was.
I dug into her, diving so deep I was damn near hitting her walls. Her pussy was so tight, so warm - and so mine.
Audrey screamed as her orgasm conquered her body. Every inch of her body trembled from the pleasure pouring over her.
I continued thrusting into her, taking her for every single drop she could produce. Feeling all of her juices wash over my dick like tidal waves was enough to push me right over with her.
I pulled out just as my climax hit. My cum spilled over her thighs, and the warm water washed it away.
Our hips slowed as we both came down from our orgasms.
Drained of all her energy, Audrey leaned into me and buried her face in my neck.
“Aht, aht,” I scolded. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Then, you can relax.”
Holding her up with one arm, I used the other to grab the lufa I’d bought for her. I squirted some soap onto it and pressed it onto her back, creating a sea of suds.
A content sigh escaped her lips as I rubbed it against her back and shoulders. “That feels good,” she murmured.
I ran the lufa around the rest of her body, coating her in suds. With my other hand, I rubbed her soft skin, massaging out every knot I found.
I grabbed the detachable shower head and carefully ran the water over her, washing all the soap away.
Audrey nicely returned the favor, cleaning my body once I was through with her.
After we stepped out of the shower, we dried off and headed back into the bedroom.
Audrey flopped down on the bed with a deep sigh. Her arms curled around the pillow, and her body practically deflated into the mattress.
I followed behind her, my arms wrapping around her waist.
Audrey scooted close and lay her head on my chest.
We turned our attention to the television as we winded down. The show tried to keep our eyes open, but it was hard to keep them from falling. Before long, we weren’t watching TV. It was watching us.