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TALON

I must be the luckiest man in the world. Waking up the morning after an escapade with my dearest friend, and shit isn’t awkward and uncomfortable. Even that’s an understatement.

Gracie’s still sleeping, with her head resting gently over my chest. Her golden hair, scented in sweet vanilla, some concoction of fruit I can’t place, and our debauchery. One of her magnificent, slender legs is half wrapped over my body, and her arm struggles to wrap around my broad chest.

This is the closest to heaven I’ll ever come, and I’m relishing in it.

I’m too nervous to move, too scared to breathe, in fear of disturbing her slumber.

Maybe it’s a good thing, too, because if I had the ability, I’d be jumping for joy and screaming in elation.

I feel like a kid again, so blissful and ignorant of the hardships of this world. Happy, careless, and free.

And if I’m feeling this good at the start of my day, how can I make sure Gracie does too?

Breakfast in bed? No. Neither of us is the morning eater sort.

A slice of toast, sometimes two, while heading out the door.

We may lack the good sense to eat a meal, but coffee is a morning staple neither of us can live without.

It’s times like these I wish I knew how to make those little hearts with the cream. She’s given herself to me, fully, willingly, and wanting, so a silly gesture like that to show her I’m doing the same would be the cherry on the damn cake.

At least I’ve got a plan now. Something to do to brighten up her day, before it’s even begun.

Slowly inching my way out of her grip, Gracie doesn’t stir. Not until I’m free from her arm and working on getting out from under her leg, where, from the corner of my eye, I can see her big baby blues staring at the side of my head.

“In a hurry to get out of here?” she whispers, masking the sleepiness in her tone. “Didn’t take you for the hit and run type.”

“If you call going to the kitchen to make coffee running, then I’m a sprinting superstar.” I flop back in beside her. Before my head even has a chance to hit the pillow, Gracie’s tugging my arm around her shoulders and nuzzling into my neck.

“As lovely as that sounds, I’d rather have you all to myself until we’ve gotta head to work.” She peppers kisses against my shoulder, tightening her leg around mine to show how serious she is.

“Then I’m all yours, as long as you need me.” Squeezing her tighter into me, I press a gentle peck against her crown.

But all good things come to an end, and the best usually come screeching to a halt the soonest. Before either of us can utter another sound, Gracie’s cellphone emits a loud chiming alarm.

She curses under her breath, rushing to kill it, before flopping back into bed with a scrunched-up nose and pursed lips.

“Why do you look so glum?” I know the answer, but my skin starts to itch at the thought of hearing her say it.

“I’d rather spend the day in bed with you…” She slowly turns her head back to me, big blue eyes full of devious intentions. “And that big cock of yours inside me.”

And just like that, it’s all I’ll be thinking about until I can see her again.

“I’m gonna jump in the shower and get ready for work.” Her head snaps to the en-suite’s door, and a heavy sigh rumbles out of her chest.

“Don’t be so down.” I scooch down beside her and give her a shotgun blast of kisses across her neck, cheeks, and a few against her peaked nipples.

Those last few are more for me, but it gets her giggling.

“I’ll be back here tonight. Tomorrow too, probably.

Let’s face it, every night after that until you’re sick of me. ”

“Sick of you?” Her eyes roll to the back of her skull. “This has been my dream a lot longer than just last night.”

Gracie crawls her way out of bed and plods toward the shower.

She doesn’t bother closing the door when she steps through it, letting me watch as she opens the water and starts her morning routine.

And I do watch. From the second she’s out of bed, up until she disappears, and her small hand reaches out to shut the glass shower door.

My plan to brighten her morning with coffee might’ve failed, but that doesn’t mean I can’t leave a smile on her face for the rest of the day. She said it herself, she wants to spend as much time with me as possible before we have to leave, so why does having a shower have to stop our fun?

Getting out of bed, I tiptoe my way to the door. Even though I’ve had her naked body against mine all night, watching her in the shower almost feels naughty. And yet, what I’ve got planned doesn’t fall under the same umbrella.

Funny how the brain works sometimes.

I step into the bathroom to see Gracie’s plump ass pressed against the door while she scrubs her legs.

My cock instantly jerks to life, shooting upright and nearly smashing through the glass.

Her long slender legs stretching up to her rump would be enough to cause this reaction, but its her slightly obscured slit that drives me over the edge.

With no warning, I pull open the door, and Gracie flinches. Sure, now isn’t the time to give her a jump scare, but she’s safe and knows it. So as the sudden rush of nerves settles, she continues scrubbing in the same position, looking at me through the hole her extended arm and arched body create.

“Oh my, what have we here?” A wicked grin extends on her upside-down face.

“Couldn’t let you go on your day being so gloomy. I’d be thinking about it all day,” I say, extending a hand toward her slowly, cautiously, knowing that the second I feel her skin, I’ll lose control again.

“What’s taking you so long?” She replaces the awkward upside-down head position with an over-the-shoulder smirk.

Gracie’s eagerness rivals my own. We’re two untamable, insatiable beasts, never satisfied and always wanting more. But as I’ve come to accept, her wish is always my command.

“Basking in the fantastic view in front of me. Knocked the senses clean out of my head.” I slide my fingertips over her slick, wet ass.

Christ, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this in the shower with the electricity thrumming through my body from merely a touch. Stepping into the shower behind her, cool soothing water rushes over my scorching hot flesh.

“Get it back,” she whines, pressing her body forward to stabilize herself on the wall. “I want—no, I need this.”

Then you’ll have it.

Skimming my hand across her skin, it slips between her thighs. Like a homing missile heading straight to its target, the length of my middle finger glides through her folds and settles over her engorged clit.

Gracie whimpers, but with a single twist of my finger, the soft sound shifts into a deep, guttural roar that echoes through the bathroom.

Inching my finger downward, I press the tip against her entrance. Her hands shoot up to the wall for support, her head sinking beneath the water pouring over it. Deep breaths followed by wispy exhales, preparing herself for what’s to come.

And then I do it. Plunge myself inside her walls, and her pussy instantly responds, coating me in a different kind of wetness.

Stepping deeper into the shower, I bring my lips to Gracie’s neck to start kissing her while my hand starts to move in rhythmic back and forth. If we had more time to kill, this would only be the start. Teasing her with a finger, making her come all over me, before we had a repeat of last night.

However, until tonight, this release will have to get her through until then. The way she’s choking her sounds and struggling to draw a full breath is a sign I’m doing a good job, at least.

I keep kissing and playing with her until she buries her face against the wall and erupts into a mess of moans and groans, body jittering and spent, barely able to stand on her own two feet.

“Gonna stop being so glum now?” I ask, once she’s had some time to recover.

“Nah.” She shakes her head viciously. “I think you just made it worse. Now I won’t be able to stop thinking about all the filthy things I’m going to do to you later.”

“I’d say that’s a win-win in my book,” I tease, grabbing her bar of pink soap and rubbing it across her shoulders and down her back. “At least I’ll be getting home to a nice welcome.”

“Nice and naked. Maybe a little wet,” Gracie coos. “Oh, who am I kidding? Soaking wet.”

“That’s my girl,” I say, stepping back out of the shower. No more interruptions, or she really won’t want to head to the office. I’m wholeheartedly willing to spend a day between her thighs, but I know how much Gracie hates missing work.