I laughed and threw my phone on the table as Addison came traipsing through the room toward me. She was wearing one of my old practice jerseys, which was hot as hell. But the rest of her looked . . . well . . . liked she had just woken up.
“Good morning,” I said with a smile as she walked over and climbed onto my lap, snuggling into my chest. “I take it you’re not quite awake yet?”
“I haven’t had coffee yet,” she mumbled into my chest.
“I can tell,” I said, kissing the top of her head and getting poked in the lip. “Ow. What was that?”
She reached up and felt around. “Oh,” she said. “Sorry. I guess I forgot to pull all the bobby pins out of my hair last night.”
We started pulling all the pins out. Every time I thought we were done, one of us would find another section of hair we had missed.
“Good god, woman. How many of these things did you use?” I asked, running my fingers through her hair again, making sure we had gotten them all.
“You can’t achieve true beauty without at least a couple dozen bobby pins securing an updo,” she said, shaking her hair out. “That feels so much better,” she said.
“It looks better, too,” I teased. “Not so . . . Lion King,” I said, waving my hands around her head.
She swatted my arm and giggled. “Did you have a good time last night?” I asked her as she snuggled into me again.
“Which part? The gala or the . . . after-party?”
I snorted a laugh. “Either, I guess. But I wanna know about the after-party.”
She looked up at me with raccoon eyes from her leftover makeup. I didn’t say anything because I preferred her on my lap to being in my bathroom washing her face.
“Last night was . . . is it weird to say it was one of the most magical nights of my life?” she asked.
I smiled. “That’s not weird at all. It was magical for me, too, babe,” I said and kissed her. Then I stood up with her in my arms.
“What are you doing?” she squealed as I carried her into the kitchen.
“Getting my woman coffee,” I said, placing her on the counter.
“That sounds great.” She stretched her arms over her head, making the jersey ride up enough for me to see she had put little white panties on before coming out of the bedroom. Well that sucked.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked when she caught me staring at her thighs.
“Because your legs turn me on.”
She laughed. “Are you kidding me? These thunder thighs?” she asked, gesturing toward her legs.
“Uh, excuse me,” I interrupted, forgetting about the coffee and walking over to stand between her legs. “These are not thunder thighs. I love these sexy thighs.” I leaned down and bit her gently where her hip met her leg.
“That tickles,” she giggled, pulling away. “Who knew cellulite would be such a turn on to you?” she said breathily as I started kissing behind her ear, her hands diving into my hair.
My hands grabbed her hips and I scooted her toward me. “My mother used to say cellulite is really the fingerprints of God. Which means,” I started nibbling down her neck, “it’s God’s way of saying, ‘Here, Jason. Look what I made just for you.’” I grabbed her legs, hitching them around my waist as I kissed her hard, tangling my tongue with hers.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and rocked her hips against me as I rocked back into her.
“I wanna take you on the counter, right now,” I said. “But I think there might not be enough room in front of those cabinets for what I have in mind.” I looked around the room, eyes zeroing in on the table we were just sitting at.
I looked back at her. “What about the table?”
She smiled shyly and a slight blush crept up her neck. Without saying a word, I knew she’d never had sex on a table before. Oh, this was gonna be fun.
I grabbed onto her thighs and picked her up, carrying her to the table where I laid her down gently. Since I worked my way down last night, I figured today I would shake things up a bit and work my way up. But before I got too worked up, I needed some supplies.
“I need to go grab a condom, babe,” I said as I kissed her.
“I’m on the pill and I got tested after I found out Austin was cheating on me,” she said quickly. “So. We’re good.”
“That’s good to know,” I said, standing straight so I could look her up and down. “I would love to go bareback. I’ve never done that before. Are you comfortable with that?”
She nodded and bit her lip. That’s all the confirmation I needed.
I started kissing her ankle and worked my way up her calf to her knee, stopping only to glance in those beautiful brown eyes. I smirked and continued my path, licking her inner thigh at a slow, leisurely pace. When I got to the apex, I placed a gentle kiss on the crotch of her panties. She gasped.