Madison opened her eyes to a sight she could stand to see every morning for the rest of her life. She laid quietly, watched the flex and ripple of the muscles in his back and thighs as he did push ups beside the bed. She didn't say a word, his back was to her so he didn't even notice when she'd propped herself on her elbow to get a better look. He'd done two hundred more push-ups by the time the laughter finally broke out of her mouth, she couldn't hold it back any longer.
"What the fuck?" Diesel said stopping mid push up. He stood, put his hands on his hips. "What's so funny?"
"What do you think, Diesel? You are a trip and a half."
"Is that so?" he said climbing back onto the bed with his knees on either side of her. "What, a man can't exercise in the morning?" He asked. He held up a bicep, flexed it. "How do you think I keep in shape?"
"Diesel, you know your exercising is not what I'm laughing about."
"Oh no? Then what could you possibly find so amusing that you had to laugh and break my concentration? I'd almost got to a thousand before you so rudely interrupted me," he said. Madison laughed, clenched her eyes shut. When she opened her eyes again the laughing intensified. He was thrusting his pelvis out, teasing her with it now.
"Diesel, stop it please, I don't know whether to find this funny or be suspicious of you." She reached out and ran a finger along the satin waist band of her black silk panties, which were working overtime to restrain Diesels manhood. His balls were nearly escaping out of one of the leg holes, and his dick made such a bulge in the thin fabric that front part of the waist band gapped and barely made contact with his skin.
"Feel however you like, but I don't know what man would enjoy his dick and balls flailing around slapping against the floor while he's trying to get his morning push-ups in." He laid down on top of her, his body warming her through the sheets that separated them. "You know I didn't wear any underwear last night, so it's my fault I guess. But, I did manage to find the biggest pair you had. I could've put on one of the three hundred thongs you had in there, but I don't think they would've served their purpose."
"Diesel, the ones you have on are barely doing the job, so no, a thong wouldn't have worked," she said laughing.
"No, you're probably right, but there are some things in that drawer that I wouldn't mind seeing you in, and out of."
"Play your cards right and you just might," Madison said. She watched him get out of bed and peel her panties off.
"I'm going to grab a shower if you don't mind, want to join me?" Diesel asked.
"I took one last night remember? After you finally stopped fucking me."
"Yeah well sometimes a shower is just en excuse to get wet together."
"Sounds inviting, but I'm starving. I'm going to cook us breakfast!"
"Suit yourself, you know you could scar a man's confidence, first you laugh at me while I'm exercising because I just so happen to be wearing your panties, and then you turn me down for shower sex."
Madison slid out of bed, not missing the way Diesel's eyes ran up and down her naked body in a deliberate way. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let his tongue press its way into her mouth. His hands ran up and down her back, cupped and squeezed her ass until it almost hurt.
"Baby, there's not a thing you need to be unconfident about. I've never had so much sex--amazing sex at that--in my life. Your body is, well it's fucking outstanding. Your dick," she said taking its heavy weight in her hand, "your dick should be illegal, pretty and functional? It's almost too much." Madison smiled as it began to harden in her hand. "But sometimes, a girl just has to eat!" Madison said breaking contact from him with a wicked smile and backing away.
"You know," he said holding his dick in his hand in a way that Madison would've considered obscene if he weren't so damn sexy, "you're lucky I'm hungry as hell too or you wouldn't be getting away this easy. Go! Cook!" He boomed before entering her bathroom.
"I'm on it!" she giggled before she bounded into the kitchen. She felt like she'd been given an energy pill, even the weather was agreeing with her mood, sun streamed through the opened blinds in the kitchen bathing the room in a fitting golden light. She washed her hands and went to removing utensils and pots and pans from cabinets, her step light, her mind clear. It wasn't until she was staring down at a frying egg that her mood took a spontaneous turn for the worst. Her mind came back to earth, and all the issues at hand sapped the good mood right out of her.
"Hell yeah, dressed in nothing but an apron, I thought that shit only happened in movies," Diesel said entering the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair which had grown quite a bit from when Madison had first laid eyes on him was plastered wetly to his face and neck, his broad chest still glimmered in places with moisture, and though the slight spray of stubble on his jaw was well on its way to becoming a proper beard, he looked young to her for some reason, vulnerable. He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his dick between her ass cheeks. Warmth coursed through her instantly, almost making her lose track of the things she wanted to say to him.
"About the club, Diesel," she said pulling away from him.
