“Fuck, Angel,” John grits out burying himself deeply inside of her.
He pinches her nipple and holds on to it tightly. Elsie reacts to the intense stimulation and begins to thrust harder on to him. Their movements become more demanding and intense as their hunger escalates. Elsie turns her face to him and he takes her mouth hungrily, both of them starved for each other. John’s palm grinds into Elsie’s clit as he pulls on her nipple. She slams into him with the crash of her release, everything in her sucking him in. She grinds into him and rides the wave demanding he cum with her and give her everything he has.
She lets go of his mouth and screams, “OHGODOHGODOHGOD!”
He growls his reply like the bear that he is.
They lie there, letting the last waves of their mind-blowing orgasm wash through them, relishing the final moments of being connected.
“Good morning Angel,” John whispers gently to her.
He pulls her tightly against his chest, as he wraps his arms around her tiny frame. The rise and fall of her breaths hypnotize him, and he allows himself to drown in her for a brief moment.
“Good morning Mountain Man,” she says quietly. He can hear the smile in her voice, he knows it’s there even if he can’t see her face.
“You are getting to be addictive, Angel,” he murmurs huskily, nuzzling into her neck and pulling her tighter.
“Right back at ya,” she replies, her words sounding breathy as arousal begins to course through her again. It’s as if the waves of her last orgasm are beginning to crest again, having never totally finished.
Elsie’s ass rubs against John’s steadily growing cock, still nestled between her thighs. They begin to move and slide against each other, losing themselves in the smoldering desire they have finally succumbed too. John turns onto his back and pulls Elsie on top of him, turning her around so he can look into her lust drunk face.
Fuck, this woman is going to kill me, he moans to himself as she grabs him and pushes herself down on his now fully engorged erection.
Elsie throws her head back and lets out a long heavy sigh, her face in complete bliss. John takes her hands in his and she pushes herself up with them. She moves slowly and sensually, filling herself with him, giving herself to him, beginning the dance that will take them both to erotic oblivion.
*
“Come sit down, Angel,” John tells Elsie as she enters the kitchen.
They’ve just finished a shower together where they made love again, for the third time this morning. It was slow and delicious, discovering all of the little places that takes their breath away, their bodies speaking to each other in a language that only lovers can hear. They can’t resist the incredible force that’s pulling them together like an avalanche; strong, fierce and powerful.
“What are you spoiling me with now?” Elsie asks smirking at him.
The aroma of bacon and eggs surrounds her and it makes her mouth water.
“I’m starving, so I knew you had to be too. I told you, Angel, I’m going to take care of all your needs,” he smiles devilishly at her and winks.
John’s has two plates of food in his hands as he turns from the counter and walks around the breakfast bar to join Elsie on the other side. There’s scrambled eggs, and bacon, and multi-grain toast. Elsie’s almost drooling, she wants to yank the plate of food from him like a man who hasn’t eaten in a week. She is starving and it’s all she can do not to stick her face in the plate and it eat like a dog.
“Would you like jam or butter for your toast?” he asks her as he sits the plates down, one in front of her.
“How about both?” she answers him, looking up and smiling.
“Coming right up,” he says, then steals a quick a kiss before he heads to the fridge to take out the natural strawberry jam and a stick of butter. He moves to the cabinets to pull out two butter knives from the drawer.
“You know, Brian was right. You are going to make someone a good wife someday,” Elsie can’t resist repeating the jab, which so perfectly describes John’ domestic abilities.
“Oh God, not you too?” he laughs, as he rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, well, look at this,” Elsie says as she fans her hands over their plates. “It’s incredible, and the party last night was perfect. I don’t know where you got your skills from, but you are really gifted,” she says and is almost dreading the obvious innuendos in that statement. Which is really stupid, because they have been as intimate as any two people could ever be, in the past twenty-four hours.
“Why thank you, I am so glad you’re happy with my ‘skills’, Angel,” John tells her with a cocky smirk on his face. The sounds of her screams when she was cumming, are still resounding in his mind. “Anytime you feel the need for them I will be happy to, ahem, take care of you.”
“Oh God, what a typical male comeback,” she says, rolling her eyes as she picks up her fork and starts to eat like a pig, not caring that John’s sitting right next to her.
He picks up his fork and joins in, feasting on his plate of food.
“If you haven’t noticed by now that I’m not your typical man, then either I’m doing something wrong, or you haven’t been with too many men,” he says looking over and admiring how heartily Elsie is eating.
Elsie’s hand hesitates at John’s statement, just as she’s ready to shovel another forkful into her mouth. Her eyes shoot open, and fix onto his, as the blush creeps over her face and neck. John immediately realizes he’s hit a nerve with her and wants to
