No surprise, Sherry awoke with a pretty big smile on her face. And after the insanely hot night she'd had enjoying things she'd only ever dreamed of with her new young stud, who could blame her. But when she looked across the bed at the other pillow and saw that he was gone, it felt like her the warm fuzzy little bubble she'd been wrapped in suddenly burst.
Obviously Rico had had a change of heart and he'd left.
Of course she knew he'd leave eventually, with the difference in their age, it was inevitable, but she just hoped it wouldn't be so soon. Probably he came to his senses and asked himself what a good looking guy of thirty-two, who could pretty much have any woman he wanted, was doing with her -- a woman who had just turned fifty and was technically old enough to be his mother.
Still, as she slumped back into the pillow, as disappointed as she was, Sherry couldn't help but clench her thighs, just thinking about how incredible it had been with him. After eight long years of celibacy, it was like she'd hit the jackpot when she'd broken her dry spell with one hell of a bang with someone as hot as him.
Then she sat up in bed, straining to listen when she thought she heard some movement on the stairs, and actually heaved a sigh of relief when the handsome devil himself walked through the door of her bedroom, flashing a gorgeous smile as his he approached the bed carrying a tray of food. Now she felt kind of guilty for doubting him, especially since whatever he'd made them for breakfast sure smelled fantastic.
"Morning, sunshine," he said with a naughty grin, dropping a kiss on the top of her head, before setting the tray down on the nightstand. "I normally get up early, and you just looked so peaceful, that I thought I'd let you sleep in while I made us something to eat."
"Thank you." She grinned, nodding at the tray. "And does it ever look good." And then her gaze slid over him, and she heaved a happy little sigh, since he sure did, too. Tall, dark, handsome, rippling with muscles and insanely hot in just his boxers, her mouth was watering just as hard looking at him as it was the food.
Rico crawled into bed beside her, took the two cups of coffee off the tray, handing her one, and after setting the other back on the night stand beside him, he picked up the tray and set it on the bed between them, telling her, "I made you an omelet, hope you like it."
Sherry inhaled, letting out a happy little moan, eagerly licking her lips in anticipation. "Mmm, and it sure smells amazing." Then, looking a little guilty, as she accepted the plate he handed her, she said, "I guess it's a good thing you picked up some groceries, huh?"
Rico snorted, and agreed, "Yeah, no kidding." Then he shook his head. "Honestly, Sherry, I don't know how you survive with how little you keep in your kitchen."
With a shrug she cut into her fluffy cheese omelet with her fork. "Like I told you, living on my own, I usually just pick up what I need, whenever I need it. So, I don't keep much around."
Rico nodded, as he ate.
No shit
. Then once he'd swallowed, he said, "I could see that when I was trying fix us breakfast. I'm starting to think I need to hang around to take care of you."
When Sherry shot him a smile and told him, "I'd say you've already been doing just that, and pretty well, too." Rico wiggled his eyebrows playfully and they both laughed, recalling all the kinky fun they'd had the night before.
Then he looked thoughtful, as he said, "That reminds me, there's one thing we're out of, I've got put on the grocery list."
"Oh, what's that?"
Grinning devilishly, he told her, "Whipped cream."
Sherry almost choked on her orange juice, she started laughing so hard. That was one night she knew she'd never forget, the night they had a whipped cream fight, and had even more fun licking it off each other, till they'd wound up having a shower just to get it all off -- where of course they went at it again. God, she'd been without a man for so long that she could still hardly believe she'd been lucky enough to have him come waltzing into her life and shaking things up like she couldn't believe, especially with how insatiable he was -- never mind how insatiable she'd become with him.
Once they were done with their breakfast, as though to prove her right, Rico put everything back on the tray and then turned and set it on the bedside table. Then she watched as he slipped off his boxers and carelessly tossed them over his shoulder beside the bed, making her swallow not only at the sight of him, so fully erect, but at the way he was looking at her like he planned on having her for dessert. Slipping his hand around her waist, he helped her onto her side. Smiling into her eyes, his warm brown eyes dark with arousal, he said, "Why don't you slide your leg up over my thigh?" Oh god, how could she say no to an offer like that?
And when she glanced down and saw that he was already hard as steel, and visibly pulsing, she was more than happy to comply.
Her eyes fell shut as he began to stroke his fingers over her sex, making her breathing go all choppy. "Damn, look at you, already so wet for me," he whispered, brushing his lips against hers.