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between my legs, dipping a finger inside me. I tilt my head back and enjoy the pleasure.
    “Holy shit, that feels good.”
    “Wait till I eat, and then watch what I’m going to do to you.”
    “Why do we have to eat first?”
    “I need energy, because I plan on fucking you all day. This may be the only meal we get in.”
    “I can cook while you fuck me.”
    He pulls his finger out of me. “No, you can’t. Cara, you like it rough, therefore cooking and sex is not a good mix.”
    “I’ve never had sex any other way. That’s all I know.”
    “Me too, that’s why we work so well together. But I want to savor each time I’m inside you. So maybe we should try to take things slow after we eat.”
    “You can do anything you want to me.”
    “Anything?” he asks and bites my neck.
    “Mmm-hmm.”
    “Hurry up with our food then, because I can’t wait much longer.”
    I hand Abel two coffee cups, while I pile our plates with food and set them on the breakfast bar.
    “How do you like your coffee?” he asks.
    “A little cream and sugar, please.”
    Once we both sit to eat, I look over at him and his stomach is ridiculous, the muscles are so toned and he has some tattoos on them. I wonder what caused him to get all of his artwork done.
    He looks at me with a mouthful of food. “What?”
    “Nothing,” I say and take a bite of my delicious French toast.
    “Don’t look at me like that. I told you I need to eat.”
    “Well, maybe you should put some clothes on.”
    He turns to me. “I’m sorry, but you stole my shirt.”
    I glare at him. He isn’t going to flip this back on me. “With or without a shirt, I can’t keep myself from staring.”
    “Really? Why have you been fighting this then?”
    “I don’t know. I guess ‘cause I’ve never had a good relationship. I’ve been hurt and cheated on so many times that I lost count. And to be honest, I pre-judged you.”
    “Well, I’m glad we’ve moved past that. All I can give you is me, and I hope that’s enough.”
    “I don’t need anything more; just don’t hurt me.”
    “I won’t. I promise.”
    I look at him as lust fills me. He is so fucking sexy. “I guess I should give this back to you,” I say pulling his t-shirt over my head.
    Before I can do anything else he lifts me off of my bar stool and I wrap my legs around his waist. Looking in his eyes I can tell there is nothing in that moment that would stop him. Not that I want him too.
    “Jesus, your fucking body is perfect,” he says, squeezing my ass.
    I tilt my head back as his fingers dig into my skin. He leans into my neck, kissing and sucking on the exposed skin. I wrap my arms tightly around him. I love the way he kisses, and how he makes noises as he does so. Reaching down, I push his shorts off causing them to fall to the floor.
    My breathing is ragged, as is his. I can feel his dick resting against me, and before I can move to try and get him inside of me, he sets me on the kitchen counter. Looking down at him, he moves and rests my legs on his shoulders. Then slowly, oh so slowly, he moves his mouth to my sex, kissing all around and finally securing his warm lips around my throbbing clit. The feeling sends my body into mania. Fuck, he’s good with his mouth.
    He moves his tongue back and forth and then dips it inside of me. I reach for his head, gripping his hair and pulling him closer to me. The feeling pushes me close to coming and I pull away. He looks at me, confused. “What’s wrong, baby?”
    I shake my head a little embarrassed.
    “Tell me,” he whispers.
    “I don’t want to come yet.”
    He pulls me closer to him and creases his eyebrows. “I’m going to make you come more than once, Cara. Let go and enjoy the sensation; I told you I’m going to fuck you all day.”
    I’ve never been with a man and orgasmed more than once. But I can tell he’s serious, and I can’t wait to fuck him all day. I kiss him tasting myself on his mouth. He holds his arm firmly around my