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When I awoke in the morning, it was to the smell of coffee and bacon. I adored bacon, but Dwayne did not. Couldn’t stand even the smell of it. So, naturally, I was confused.
“Since when do you eat bacon?” I asked, stretching, then realized where I was.
“I’ve always eaten bacon,” Shawn said, coming over to sit beside me. “Let me guess. You thought I was Dwayne?” He handed me a cup of coffee.
“I did. Sorry. But I shouldn’t have. Dwayne definitely wouldn’t have made bacon, let alone brought me coffee.” I took a sip. “Mmm, this is exactly how I like it. How did you know how I took my coffee?”
He grinned. “I didn’t. It’s how I like mine.”
“Wow. Twins.”
“Well, I hope not. I wouldn’t want to have sex with my twin. That would be gross.”
“Yes, it would,” I agreed. My head throbbed as I shifted my weight. “Ow.”
“Headache?”
I nodded.
“Hence the bacon. And these.” He put the Ziplock bag labeled meds on the bed beside me.
“God, I love you,” I said to the bag but then realized it sounded like I’d said it to Shawn. “Drugs are a beautiful thing,” I amended.
“So are you.”
My cheeks flushed as I buried my face behind the coffee cup.
“Dwayne never told you how beautiful you are, did he?”
I looked up from my cup. “No, he did,” I said but then stopped. “Didn’t he?” I had to stop to think. Surely, there must have been times he told me I was beautiful... Then why couldn’t I think of a single time?
“Jasmine, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
I flushed again.
He leaned in and whispered the words again against the nape of my neck before he placed a soft kiss there. It sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back and pointed at the food on the bedside table.
“Now, have some breakfast. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I brought you back a little of everything, but I’d suggest the greasy stuff for your hangover,” he said. There was a mountain of food perched on the small table. He must have hit the buffet while I was asleep. Everything was wrapped haphazardly in napkins. “While you eat, I’m going to hop in the shower. Day one of our honeymoon begins now.”
“Leave the door unlocked. I’ll need to pee once the coffee reaches my brain,” I said, pulling the sheets back. “Ugh and brush my teeth. They feel fuzzy.”
He laughed and went over to grab an outfit from Dwayne’s bag. He let out a loud sigh. “I’m going to look like a grandpa in these clothes.”
“Impossible. I don’t know any grandpas with an ass as fine as yours.” I smirked at him as he returned the smile. Going over to inspect the food, I poked around the napkins. I had no idea where to begin.
“Keep the swimsuit on,” he said, grabbing a pair of swim trunks. We can hit the pool when I get out. I know you wanted to do that yesterday. Today, we’re gonna tick things off your wish list,” he said with a wink before he ducked into the bathroom.
A morning swim did seem like a fun idea. I picked up a slice of bacon and chewed a few bites, letting the grease sop up the bad choices I’d made the night before. I groaned. Last night when I’d made an epic fool of myself. I’d only wanted to get rid of my nerves so we could have a proper wedding night, but of course, I’d bumbled it.
Well, today was a new day.
I inhaled another bite of bacon, downed my coffee, and scarfed down half a muffin before my bladder demanded attention.
I slipped into the bathroom, where the steam was already in full effect and fogging over the mirror from the heat billowing out of the top of the shower. As discreetly as I could, I used the bathroom and did a quick brush of my teeth.
As I was putting my toothbrush away, a wild impulse washed over me. I slipped out of my bikini and stood by the shower curtain.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked, waiting for his reply.
My heart was thundering in my chest as I wondered if it was too bold a move or not. While I’d showered with Dwayne before, it was never more than a shower. A functional way to save time, not for sex. What if Shawn wasn’t down for something like this, though? What if he had other visions for how he wanted our first time to be? Maybe I’d bungled things yet again.
I was about to dash out of the room when the curtain pulled back enough to expose his face. His dark hair was down to his eyes as the water dripped deliciously off his lips.
“I was hoping you would take the bait.” He grinned. That was when his eyes trailed down, taking in my naked body.
“Damn,” he said, breathless. “I am the luckiest man in the world.”
His words emboldened me. “Not yet, you aren’t,” I said. For emphasis, I cupped my breasts, running my thumbs over their pebbled tips.
“Fuck me,” he whispered.
“That’s the plan. But only if you let me in.”
With one swift motion, the curtain was pulled back, exposing every beautiful inch of him. Including the ink I had no clue he had.
“You have tattoos?” I said, doing my best to keep my eyes fixed on his chest before I examined my prize.
“A few.” He chuckled. “Most of them I don’t remember getting, though, so I hope you aren’t looking for good stories behind them. They’re mostly a reminder of all the years I don’t remember. All but this one.” He pointed to a single outline of a heart with a date inside. “That one I got for my baby sister, Lisa. She passed away four years ago. Drunk driver.” He shook his head as the water dripped off him. “And, ironically, I was drunk for all of the others he said, running a finger over one of his tattoos. “This is the only tatt I have after getting sober. I don’t want to waste any more of my life. I want to be here for it. For her, if no one else.”
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
He shrugged. “Wow. Am I a buzz kill or what?”
I stepped into the shower with him and pulled the curtain closed. “I might be able to help with that,” I said, taking his hands and placing them on my breasts.
“My God,” he groaned, as he took over the fondling. When his lips lowered to cover my nipple, I let out a gasp. My hands dug into his hair to press him closer to me. His tongue worked feverishly over each breast, seeming to not want to leave either but desperate to give them equal play. As good as his mouth felt, I was hungry to taste him as well.
“My turn,” I said, pushing him against the side of the shower wall. He grunted as his back hit the wall, his lips swollen from his handiwork. I planted a deep kiss on him, letting my tongue dance along with his for a moment, until I broke the kiss to sink to my knees. There was barely enough room to move, but I was determined to make it work.
“Now who’s the beautiful one,” I smiled, looking up at him through the jets of water raining down on me.
“Still you,” he said, his hands reaching down to touch my head.
Overcome with need, I took him into my mouth, tracing my tongue along his flesh as I worked his cock. He grew harder with each pass I made over his tip. I moved my hands up his legs to land on his ass for balance and felt his cheeks tighten against my fingers.
“Jazz, God!” he gasped. His hands dug into my hair, grabbing it in fistfuls as his hips rocked backward and forward with me. I could already taste his pre-cum. Going in for the kill, I moved my hands off his ass and moved to gently cup his balls. The response was immediate. He thrust his hips hard against my lips, as he pushed himself into my mouth. I continued to fondle his balls as he locked my head in place with his hands.
His rhythm kicked into high gear. I was a vessel for his pleasure, and I could not wait to taste more of him. Three rapid-fire movements later, he exploded in my mouth, letting out one great moan of release. I held my position as he finished with a few more small thrusts until he was left gasping for breath.
Once he stilled, he withdrew himself, panting slightly. I swallowed him down as he brought me to standing.
“Holy shit,” he said.
“Now that I’ve had what I wanted for breakfast,” I said, glancing down at his cock, “I’m ready to go to the pool.”
“Not so fast,” he said, turning off the water. “I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”
In a flash, he lifted me off the ground and carried me, dripping wet, out of the bathroom before dropping me onto the bed.
“My turn,” he growled.
Yes, please.
