The bright early morning sun shown through the large bay window of the bedroom. The now familiar eggshell white walls were lit up with beams of light, causing colors of the rainbow to dance across the room. I sat up, groggy from the blissful sleep and gently moved from underneath a heavy arm. My naked body was met with cool air as the blankets slipped off of me and I pulled my satin robe across my limbs. Tying my hair up in a messy bun atop my head, I tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen where the cleanly stainless steel appliances waited to be used. Before I started, I scrolled through my phone and landed on the perfect song to make breakfast to.
“Why’all ready to get busy? (huh huh!)
Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go
Zip the flour roll the dough
Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Move your butt to the funky beat (huh huh)”
Within minutes, the kitchen was absorbed in lushes smells of breakfast foods as I danced around and mouthed the words to the song. In the oven were twelve buttermilk biscuits of my own creation, buttery and baking to a gold crust. On the stove, a pan of shredded potato became hash browns, sizzling gently in the cast iron. Adjacent to the pan of hash browns was another pan of sausage, browning and popping among the oil. And while everything cooked, I squeezed oranges into a pitcher to make juice.
“We from L.A. to the Carolinas
Dip them suckers in Aunt Jemima
Don’t make a difference what food you make
Use buttermilk biscuits to clean your plate
You eat ‘em in the morn’, you eat ’em at night
Kentucky Fried Chicken makes the suckers just right
I am eat ’em with jelly it’s my favorite deally
Wrapped and sealed by a freak named Shelley (huh huh)”
“Why do I always find you like this?” A raspy voice called from the doorway. I spun around, horror filling my veins, caught. Dax’s eyes watched me in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. With my cheeks heated in a blush, I skipped over to him and planted a kiss on his soft lips, my fingers brushing over the bullet wound that was now a pink scar. “As much as I love to watch my girlfriend spit Sir Mix-A-Lot at seven in the morning, I wish she’d come back to bed.” He leaned down, catching my lips with his once again. I giggled, squirming under this intoxicating touch.
“But I made breakfast.” I pouted, my bottom lip jutting out in defiance. Dax’s smirk deepened, his arms wrapping around my waist to lift me and set me on the counter of the island.
“How sweet is my Princesa?” He cooed, his hand pressing my chest down to lay me on my back, “How can I ever repay her?” Dax’s large hands grazed up my thigh and I sucked in a deep breath, my legs beginning to shake. Moving to the stove, Dax flicked off the burners and repositioned himself between my legs. His hands flirted with my pelvic bone, tracing soft circles into the skin. I hummed in satisfaction, looking down at him as he teased me.
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“What about breakfast?” I whispered breathily, biting my bottom lip between my teeth. Dax nodded in agreement.
“You’re absolutely right.” He drifted over to the cupboard and pulled out maple syrup. Dax flicked the top off and made his way back over to me, pressing the bottle’s spout against my cl!t. “Now it’s breakfast.” I gasped at the sensation of the thick syrup dripping down my sex. Dax groaned at the sight, licking his lips in anticipation. Setting the bottle down beside me, Dax wasted no time, his tongue lapping up the sweet sap from between my folds. Taking my cl!t into his mouth, his teeth gently grazed the bundle of nerves before his tongue swirled around it in figure-eights. I arched my back and used the edge of the island to brace myself, the edges of my vision clouding in pleasure.
“Dax,” I moaned out while his tongue assaulted my womanhood. Dax sucked two fingers into his mouth, his eyes staring into mine as he did so.
“Tell me what you want, Nena.” He growled softly, his wet fingers rubbing vicious circles against my cl!t.
“Your fingers, please, your fingers.” I begged, knowing it turned Dax on. “Please, Papi.” At the sound of the his pet name, Dax’s eyes clouded over with lust and he plunged his fingers into my sex, giving me no time to adjust before pumping them in and out of me. I cried out, unable to control the profanities that left my lips.
“Do you like that, Princesa? My fingers buried in that sweet little pnssy?” He glowered down at me in need, taking in the sight of my vulnerability.
“Yes, Papi, yes!” I cried out, my eyes fluttering as I neared my orgasm.
“Do you want my c!ck, Nena?” He whispered to me soothingly, offering me a release. I nodded eagerly and Dax carried me from the island to the dining room table, standing me at the foot of it and bending me over. My stomach laid across the table, my ass fully displayed to Dax as he slid his tip through my folds. “Beg for me, Princesa.” He growled, twisting his knuckles around my hair and pulling my head backward, my back arching with the movement.
“Fuck me, Papi, please fuck me.” I whimpered, my feet standing on their tiptoes. Dax, not usually so quick to end my begging, plunged into me with need of his own, fucking into me relentlessly. I recoiled against his thrusts, my body bouncing with each hard drive into me. His hard member splitting me open with its size, something I never seemed to get used to despite the countless amount of times we had slept together. Dax lifted my left leg onto the table, leaving me standing with one leg as he drilled into me from a new angle. My mouth fell open, my eyes fluttering to the back of my head. “Please don’t stop,” I begged again, enjoying the sheer dominance radiating from his body.
“I’ll never stop, Princesa, not until you come undone around me. I want to feel your walls tighten around my c!ck, I want to hear you scream my name so everyone knows you’re my girl.” He ground his hips into mine, “Who’s girl are you?”
“Yours,” I mouthed, my knuckles turning white against the wooden table.
“That’s right, Nena, now tell me who’s man I am?” He leaned down to graze his lips across mine, his hips still bucking against mine.
“Mine.” I grinned, our eyes transfixed on one another until I did exactly as Dax had described. I came, my walls tightening around his member, milking his own release. I screamed his name, my throat feeling sore for overuse. Dax nuzzled the crook of my neck, peppering its base with kisses. I giggled from beneath him and he carried me back into the kitchen.
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With my robe retied around me, Dax plated the breakfast I had prepared for the two of us and we dug in. Dax moaned softly as he bit into a warm biscuit, satisfaction drawn on his face. I smiled and we finished breakfast. Dax hopped into the shower to get ready for work while I stayed home like the lazy bum that I was. Because of my absence while I was in Mexico, I was fired from the bakery and despite Dax’s threat to ‘sue the sons of bitches who fired his girl,’ I was still out of work. My phone chirped at my side and I slid my finger across the screen, accepting the call.
“Hey, Viv, what’s up?” I greeted into the phone, organizing my backpack for tomorrow’s day at school.
“Nothing, Dalila and I were working out in our home gym,” She sighed into the phone before continuing, “You may remember it was your old room before you moved in with Dax.” I rolled my eyes.
“Yes, I remember.” I chuckled, slipping my planner into my backpack.
“Then you will also remember that from the window, we can see directly into Dax’s house.” I paled, swallowing dryly.
“What did you see?” I questioned in a low voice, my heart in my ears.
“Oh nothing, just Dax’s face buried in your snatch.” She replied, her volume increasing with each word, “Do you people own drapes?”
“I’ll look into it.” I laughed softly, my cheeks stinging with embarrassment as I hung up. Dax exited from the shower, small beads of water cascading down his muscled body while a plush white towel wrapped loosely around his hips. I glanced at the clock. Damn. No time for round two. I watched Dax as he moved around the room, pulling on his uniform piece by piece, his badge, his gun in its holster.
“What?” He chuckled, noticing my stare. I shook my head.
“Nothing, I’m just happy.” Dax strode across the room and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. I walked him to the front door where he slipped on his shoes and pulled me into a passionate kiss.
“I love you, Princesa.” He pressed one last kiss to my temple before opening the door and skipping down the steps. I leaned in the doorway of our home, watching him pull out of the driveway.
“I love you, too, Officer Rivera.”
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