8. Banks

Chapter 8

Banks

I kiss the inside of her silky thigh, fighting the urge to come. I run my fingers along her wet opening before spreading her sweet pussy lips open wide. My cock steadily drips cum onto the bed as I slide my tongue through her juicy folds for my first taste.

When I close my lips around her sensitive clit, I can feel a shiver ripple through her curvy body. I slide one finger around her wet opening several times before slowly pressing it a little deeper. Her legs tremble, telling me just how much she's enjoying my patience.

Her silky walls squeeze tight when I slide in a second finger. Fuck. My goddamn cock is dying to get inside her juicy pussy, but I'm not going to rush this. I move my fingers in and out slowly while I work my mouth on her sweet bud, feeling the tension start to melt away from her body.

"Please," she begs, digging her nails into my scalp to pull me closer. I take my time watching her for signs she's enjoying what I'm doing. When I bite down gently on her clit, a full-body shiver runs through her curvy body, telling me that's a winner. My fingers slide along a spot deep inside her sweet pussy and she whimpers my name. Another winner. I concentrate all my attention on the little spot, and it only takes a few seconds for her to come screaming my name.

I trail kisses up her soft body, absorbing her sweet taste as I go. I pause to run my tongue along the soft skin between her tits, relishing the taste of her.

Her soft hand slips between our bodies and tightly grasps my painfully hard cock, and I nearly lose my mind. The desire to feel her perfect cunt wrapped around my cock overwhelms me. I line my cock up with her wet opening and hold my breath while I sink slowly into heaven.

Her inner walls close around my cock the same way she wrapped herself around my heart. I move at a snail's pace, watching her face to make sure I'm not hurting her.

Each time I thrust, her inner walls relax a little, allowing me to press deeper. Calling on every ounce of self-control, I force myself to take it slow, giving her the time she needs to adjust to my cock's invasion. Sweat beads on my forehead as I fight the urge to explode like a firecracker.

It doesn't take long for her to start lifting her hips up to meet my thrusts, and I pause, taking a few seconds to regain my control.

Knowing I'm reaching the end of my restraint, I reach between us to play with her clit. Her inner walls clamp down tightly around my cock as she screams my name. Tremors ripple through her curvy body while I continue thrusting until my orgasm completely drains from my body.

I'm barely able to muster the strength to drop down beside her and pull her soft body into my arms. She rests her head on my shoulder and breathes deeply. "I love you, too."

And just like that, everything in my world is perfectly right.

The morning light finds its way into the bedroom with the subtlety of a whisper, casting a gentle glow across Yvette as she sleeps wrapped in my arms. She's got this way of curling up with the blankets like it's the safest place in the world, and I can't help but smile at how peaceful she looks.

Being an early riser, a pesky habit drilled deep from years of firefighting schedules, I'm wide-awake way too fucking early. As I lie there next to her, a lightbulb goes off in my mind. I need to make sure my little knockout wakes up to something special.

I tuck the covers tighter around her before easing out of bed, careful not to disturb her. She murmurs something unintelligible, shifting slightly, and I freeze for a moment, but she doesn't stir. With that settled, I head to the kitchen, intent on putting together the perfect breakfast.

Pancakes are one of the few things I can whip up without setting off the smoke alarms, so that's my go-to plan. Add some coffee to the mix, and it's basically as close to heaven as you can get before 9:00 AM.

Soon enough, I'm balancing a tray loaded with a steaming mug of coffee, a stack of pancakes drowning in maple syrup, several sausage links, and some fruit. It's a juggle, but I'm more than up to the challenge.

Tiptoeing back into the bedroom, I place the tray on the bedside table. I take a moment to savor the sight of Yvette, warm and relaxed, still sleeping soundly.

Leaning over, I press a series of soft kisses to her lips, each one lingering just enough to coax her from sleep. At first, she resists, a sleepy grumble escaping as she burrows deeper into the pillows. But persistence is key, and slowly, she starts to come around, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

"Mmm, morning," she murmurs, a smile pulling at her lips as she stretches beneath the covers like a contented cat.

"Morning, knockout," I reply, unable to stop the grin spreading across my own face. "Figured I'd bring you breakfast in bed. Think you can manage to fit it into your busy schedule?"

She glances at the tray, the scent of coffee and syrup weaving its magic, and she lets out a soft, genuine laugh. "You do know you're setting the bar high for every morning after this?"

"No pressure or anything." I wink, settling beside her. "Just thought you deserved a bit of pampering before the day kicks in."

"Hmm, I could get used to this," she says, propping herself up on one elbow to inspect my culinary offering. "Smells amazing. You might just be the perfect man."

I chuckle, handing her the mug of coffee, our fingers brushing in a moment that feels like a spark of electricity coursing through me. "I'm trying to prove that to you."

We fall into an easy rhythm, the conversation weaving through shared history, plans for the day, and moments of comfortable silence. Yvette's occasional hum of appreciation as she devours the pancakes might be the best soundtrack I've heard in a long time.

"I already know it. This breakfast is great," she says between bites, her words a mix of approval and that light teasing tone she knows drives me crazy in the best way. "I appreciate your efforts." She wiggles her eyebrows, and I forget all about the subject of our conversation.