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Victoria
Bacon—the sumptuous scent wafted throughout the bedroom. Victoria’s stomach growled, rousing her from her peaceful slumber. Semi-conscious, she stretched her arms above her head, a serene smile curving across her lips as she recalled their night of vigorous lovemaking. The sound of pots and pans clanging from the kitchen awakened her completely. He’s cooking? Thrilled by the thought, Victoria couldn’t stop her mouth from watering with anticipation. She was starving, not only for food but also for Henry. Quickly, she threw back the covers and scrambled out of bed.
Henry’s T-shirt brushed her thighs as Victoria padded barefoot down the hall. Frederick lay in the doorway of the kitchen, his tail thumping against the floor as she neared. She reached down to pat the golden retriever on the head and then smiled broadly, her gaze traveling over Henry’s muscular physique. Dark hair mussed, his bare torso gloriously naked, he maneuvered around the kitchen. Bicep muscles flexing, he wielded a spatula while in command of three frying pans. She shimmied up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and peeked into the frying pans. Delicious-looking scrambled eggs mixed with cheddar cheese sat in the first, another sizzled with bacon, and the last was filled with diced potatoes.
“Merry Christmas, Goldilocks,” Henry said. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Famished,” Victoria answered, brushing her lips over his broad back.
His attention centered on the stovetop, he crouched down to her level and pointed to his cheek.
Balancing on the balls of her feet, she stretched on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Merry Christmas,” she said huskily. Open palmed, Victoria rubbed a circular pattern over the flat planes of his abdomen and then, unable to resist, lower to cup her hand over the hard erection bulging beneath his boxer shorts.
“Victoria—” Henry groaned. “I’m trying to make you breakfast. You’ll need sustenance for what I have planned for you.”
“Sounds intriguing.” Still on tiptoes, she nestled against his back, her tongue flicking out to lick over his broad shoulders as she inhaled the woodsy masculine scent of him. “What can I do to help?” Victoria questioned, nipping and sucking at his back while her hands stroked over the satin confining his cock.
Henry released a guttural sound. “Your help is very distracting.”
“Good,” Victoria said before stepping away. Deliberately, she swayed her hips as she made her way toward the coffee pot.
He pulled off the dishtowel that hung from his shoulder and swatted her buttocks. “Keep that up and we’ll never eat,” he chuckled.
“I’ve always wanted a dog,” she said, pouring a cup for each of them and then seating herself at the round kitchen table.
“Freddy is in all his glory. Just look at him.”
Victoria glanced down at the dog. Head skyward, his nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. “I think he is a fan of his father’s cooking,” she laughed as she reached to pat Frederick.
“I think he enjoys having a beautiful woman scratch him behind his ears,” Henry said as he scooped out a significant portion of bacon, potatoes, and scrambled eggs onto each plate. Placing the overloaded plates onto the table, he pulled out a chair and sat beside her, his hand moving down to sneak Frederick a small piece of bacon.
“Thank you. It looks heavenly.”
“Maybe you should take a bite before you thank me for my cooking skills.”
Victoria grinned and lifted the fork to her mouth. “Oh...Henry, these eggs are to die for,” Victoria purred, savoring her first scrumptious bite.
“An orgasm in your mouth,” Henry teased.
Eyes closed, Victoria slowly chewed. “Mmm....hmm,” she moaned in agreement.
“I know something else that will burst with flavor over your tongue.”
Victoria giggled and bit into a crisp slice of bacon. “I know you do.”
Henry lifted the mug and took a gulp of coffee. “Almost as flavorful as the taste you leave on my tongue.”
Victoria flushed and brought a forkful of potatoes to her mouth.
He lowered the mug back onto the table. “I adore those soft little murmurs you make when you come.”
Brows furrowed, Victoria protested, “Murmurs? I don’t murmur.”
“Believe me. You do.” Reclining against the back of the chair, Henry ran his fingers over his unshaven chin. With an impish grin, he asked, “Do you have a problem with murmuring?”
“Well, no,” Victoria answered, swirling her fork around the eggs. “It’s just that I never murmur when you make me come—I scream,” she said, looking up at him with a sly smile.
Henry shoveled a few more forkfuls of eggs into his mouth and then scooted his chair away from the table, a loud skidding sound echoing through the room. In less than a second, he stood beside her. He reached to grasp her hand and pulled Victoria up from her seat. “We’re going to settle this once and for all,” he announced.
“Right now? I haven’t finished my breakfast yet,” Victoria feigned outrage as he led her toward the kitchen counter.
“I’ll make you something else—later.”
Victoria yelped in surprise as he swept her off her feet and onto the countertop. The T-shirt rode up to her waist as her naked ass met with the cold surface. Wedging his knee between her legs, Henry positioned his torso between her open thighs. “Lift your arms,” he demanded.
Raising her hands in the air, she shivered as Henry pulled the T-shirt over her head, the cool cotton tickling as it crossed her puckered nipples.
“Don’t move,” he said, suddenly, bolting from the kitchen.
“Hey, come back!” Victoria called.
“Stay there,” Henry demanded from somewhere down the hall. “I’ll be right back.”
Moments later, he stalked toward her, one hand behind his back and a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Close your eyes.”
Reluctantly, Victoria closed her eyes, having zero idea what Henry was up to.
“No peeking,” he said as he took her hand in his and turned it palm up toward the ceiling. “Don’t look.”
“I’m not!”
Henry placed a small black velvet box in her open palm. “All right, you can open your eyes now.”
Her heart hammered. No! It couldn’t be. “Henry, what’s this?” Victoria questioned softly.
“It’s Christmas,” he answered. “I do believe people exchange presents today.”
“You’ve already given me a present,” Victoria said, her pulse racing. “I love my new doll.”
“It’s Christmas. Let me spoil you,” Henry said, slowly opening the box for her.
“It’s gorgeous,” Victoria said, her heart plummeting. Of course, it’s not an engagement ring. How silly of me. “But it’s too much.”
Shrugging off her protests, he took the box from her hand and removed a large white gold heart pendant inlaid with diamonds and emeralds. “This is how you should always be. Naked and dripping in jewels,” Henry said, securing the clasp around the back of her neck. “The diamonds are your birthstone, and the emeralds are mine.”
“Your birthday is in May?” Victoria asked.
“Yes,” he answered, moving his mouth over the delicate flesh beneath her ear.
Victoria rolled her neck to the side, goosebumps rising over her flesh as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, swirling his tongue along the outer edge. “Gemini...or...Taurus,” she questioned breathlessly.
“Taurus.” A hand heated her inner thigh, stopping inches before her opening. “I was born on the fourth of May. Only a few days after you.”
“You mean years,” Victoria jumped as his thumb brushed her clit.
His mouth lowered to her breast, sucking and lapping at its tight bud. Shockwaves coursed through her, her pussy swelling with need. Low mewling sounds came from her lips as she surrendered to the pleasure.
“You’re murmuring, Goldilocks. I want to hear you scream.” He pushed two thick fingers into her tight channel while a third pushed beneath her ass to rim the taboo opening.
Victoria bucked beneath his hand, writhing uncontrollably as her inner muscles clenched around his fingers. “Henry,” she screamed, her hips bucking as he curled a finger against her sensitive nub.
“That’s right, fucking scream my name.” His fingers probed in and out of her wet folds, increasing their speed.
“Scream. My. Name,” Henry demanded, fucking her faster and faster with his fingers.
“Henry,” Victoria gasped as her body spasmed, an explosion of color clouding her vision. Rotating her hips, she rode Henry’s large hand, as two fingers moved in and out of her channel. “Henry. Henry. Henry!” She yelled out in a frenzy as her body trembled, her climax erupting violently.
She slouched her back bonelessly against the kitchen cabinet, watching while hypnotized as Henry lifted his fingers to his lips. As her chest heaved and desire coursed through her, she saw him place his fingers into his mouth and suck greedily.
“Even tastier than bacon and eggs,” Henry said and then made short work of his boxers. He tugged them to the floor, his cock jutting proudly toward her.
Victoria ran the tip of her tongue over the top of her lip, eager to devour the ruddy, thick, hard cock. About to hop down from the countertop, Henry stopped her by bracing his arms next to each side of her. “Not so fast. I’m wondering if I can make you scream even louder,” he said, his lips slamming down over hers. Henry groaned deeply as Victoria’s mouth feasted on his.
Heat washed over her as he massaged the top of her thighs, kneading her flesh as they moved lower to gently shove her legs open wider. Sliding his hands beneath her knees, he moved her to the edge of the counter and placed each leg over his shoulder, his fingers clamped securely on each ankle to hold them firmly in place. “Hang on to the edge of the counter,” he instructed.
Heart pounding, Victoria dug her fingers into the edge of the counter, gasping as Henry slid is cock in to the hilt. Erotic mewling sounds spewed from her throat as he began to move, the position filling her completely as her body tingled like never before.
Her release was fast. “Henry!” Victoria screamed, shattering into a million pieces.
“Victoria!” he echoed her scream as his body stiffened and then shuddered with his own turbulent release.