Dante Lawton (Reaper)
"Lawton! Lawton! Lawton!"The crowd screamed my name as the ball sank through the hoop, hitting nothing but net as it came through and the game continued
The wooden basketball court was somewhat run down as I played, winning this match easily without even having to use my power, Precision, to hit something as easy as three pointers, it wasn't even difficult but after more then ten in a row the usually dull crowd of starling city had begun to cheer my name, chanting it.
The bellowing of my name seemed to drown out all other noise and filled with my an electric energy, it was almost like a high, I felt I could do anything, that no hight was too high, there was nothing I couldn't do and no one who could stop me, no target was too high for me to reach.
Is this what fame feels like?
It was so… dull.
Sure it felt nice, all these people, thousands, cheering me on, chanting my name, there was even a good amount of cute girls jumping up and down, cheering for me, but it felt so… empty.
Was that it?
It was good, but it was nothing compared to the rush of power you felt when killing your enemies, putting someone down all the while they struggle futilely to survive, that was a far more enjoyable rush.
For comparison, it was about as good as having sex was, but with a woman who could be confidentially be rated as a seven out of ten. Sure it was good, enjoyable even, but it wasn't as good as say, sleeping with batgirl, who could be confidently placed as a 10 on the same scale.
Truthfully it wasn't even as good as the evening I shared with Thea, it was just… average, like a seven out of ten, perhaps it would be good for others, for some this would be the most ecstatic experience of their lives, but for me?
I was bored.
Nevertheless I played out the match and headed back to the locker room, ignoring the contradictions of my teammates as I dressed quickly.
As I dressed I listened to their celebrations, each of them congratulating each other, speaking happily on the game they had barely contributed to winning, already planning which club they were going to visit to party tonight.
"Hey, Lawton! We got a party downtown tonight, can't be there without our star!" One of my teammates asked, I hadn't bothered to learn their names.
At that moment the door to the locker room, the one that lead out of the stadium was pushed open and Laurel Lance strolled in with a confident smirk, approaching, she ignored the wolf whistles of my team as she flung her arms around my neck, going onto her tiptoes to press a soft kiss on my cheeks.
"Congratulations Dante! That was amazing, you played amazingly!" She continued to talk on my performance, her face positively glowing in happiness as she complimented me, I couldn't help but feel a little touched, she was more happy watching me win than even I was after winning.
She had definitely rushed here and she was a little out of breath as she said, "Just wow! You were soo cool out there! And that one you scored from the halfway line, what a throw!" She gave a coquettish smile as she leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"It was kinda…hot."Her hot breath against my ear sent shivers through my body straight to much cock as she pulled away to say, "I guess this means I owe you a date, doesn't it?"
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into a searing kiss, there was no chance I was letting her get away with temping me like that, she gasped as I pressed my lips to her, my tongue shoving into her mouth as I reminded her exactly who was in charge here.
After I'd sufficiently bullied her tongue into submission, I pulled back, leaving her panting, her hair a little ruffled as I held her steady.
"If you keep tempting me like this I'll be taking more than just a date." I growled.
She smirked, leaning close so we were inches apart as she stared into my eyes, "Well maybe, I want you totake it."
A cough from the background drew us from our staring contest, and she blushed as she took in my other teammates, half dressed and staring.
I winked, "No can do nigga, I'm going to be quite busy tonight."
He shook his head, laughing lightly as I headed for the door, my arm still around Laurel's waist, I heard him mutter as we left, "If I had a bitch like that you wouldn't see me going to no parties neither."
The others laughed in agreement as the door to the locker room closed behind us.
Laurel Lance
Three gunshots rung out as she braced the pistol in her grim, taking pleasure in the satisfying kick of the firearm, her first shot hit dead center of her targets head whilst the other two missed the center of its chest by inches, leaving two near symmetrical bullet holes on either side.
The metal targets shaped like men fell as more popped up and more gunshots rang out as she hit them, eventually the gun clicked, confirming that her count had been right and she was out of her sixteen shots.
Turning she smirked, drinking in the impressed look on her date's face as he watched her shoot, he gave her a grin and a high-five, not looking intimidated in the last as her aim, which she humbly pointed out was brilliant.
This bastard then had the audacity to laugh in her face drawing a pistol she hadn't even realized he was carrying as he stepped forwards to face the targets of the gun range.
It was an impressive piece she had to admit, it looked like a competition piece rather than the government issued 9mm pistol she carried, a gift from her father that she had out lot of effort into learning to wield.
His gun was painted orange and black, it was sleek, with a matte metal finish that left it looking clean, there were holes along its length, places where they had carved out unneeded metal to reduce weight, skeletonizing using the weapon.
She didn't have much time to inspect it before he was putting it to use, shots ringing out in quick succession, far more than her sixteen if face she counted thirty three before it finally came to a stop as he turned back with a smug grin, letting her take a look at the dozens of perfect shots, each landing dead centre of the heads and chests of the targets.
Was it bad that his cocky grin was starting to turn her on?
He had clearly picked the his battle ground carefully, taking her to the gun range where he clearly had considerable skill for their first date was an interesting choice, but she couldn't say she wasn't having fun.
At this time in the evening the place should have been closed, which made his effort all the more obvious as not only was it open, but it was open exclusively to them, no one else was here, making for the peaceful and even somewhat intimate environment for them.
There was always something comfortable about having a gun in her hands, the power to defend herself firmly in her grasp, and he was certainly taking advantage of her comfortability as he placed his hands on her hips, tilting them with a gentle but firm grip as he muttered in her ear.
"You need to tilt your hips slightly more this way, it'll give you more stability on your second and third shots." She wanted to say she already knew how to shoot, but after his display she found it difficult to question the master; he had, as some would say, asserted dominance quite clearly.
"How did you learn to shoot?" She brushed her hair behind her ear as she turned to him, the mufflers they were wearing had built-in microphones and speakers to allow voices through while still protecting their ears from the gunshots.
He had the characteristic look of a man who knew he'd done something wrong as he dodged the question, "Your father's a detective right?"
She smirked, "He's one of the top detectives in Starling city, and hasa lotof influence with the police. He's the one who taught me to shoot so well." She bragged as humbly as possible as he scratched his head with his free hand.
"Let's just say… I had a rough upbringing." He gave her a mysterious smile, as he reloaded his gun.
She smiled not pushing further as she stepped forward in their shared booth, the words about his life and sea and meeting Sarah as a mercenary came to the surface but she ignored them, she was here for a date, not an interrogation.
If Sarah said she could trust him then she would trust him, she owned her sister at least that much trust.
After their time at the gun range he walked with her through the streets, guiding her along parts of starling city she had never visited as they soon arrived at a small cosy Ramen shop.
A well lit white tent food stall stood peacefully on the side of the street, a single middle aged Asian man standing within, alongside a bunch of pots, pans and various other cooking utensils, behind him stood a steaming batch of delicious smelling fresh Ramen.
Four stools stood outside an opening and she took a seat alongside Dante, looking around curiously, she had never been to a place like this, it was pleasantly quaint, small, peaceful, and quiet. After the noise of the gun range she found she quite liked it.
"Right on time, two bowls coming right up!" The Asian man waved at them as he hurried with the food.
"I know you're more used to those billionaire dates," Dante began, his tone making it clear he was teasing her, "but unfortunately I've found myself in a spot of trouble with the police recently, I hope you'll forgive me if it's not up to standard."
She laughed at his words, they were essentially a more polite way of saying 'I'm broke, I can't afford to take you somewhere fancy'.
"I'll forgive you this time, but you should know I'm a girl of high standards." She answered, faux haughtiness entering her voice.
I read of continuing to tease her he nodded seriously, "I know. I met Oliver."
Ouch, she flinched at his words, looking down to hide her blush, being the ex girlfriend of playboy Oliver Queen certainly told him a lot about her 'high standards'.
"I haven't dated since, you know…" She trailed off, looking up at him somewhat shyly.
He let out a little chuckle at that, "It's understandable, after Oliver I imagine you find most men unattractive. I wouldn't have been surprised if you stuck with women after that."
"Mm," She gave him a sweet smile as she said. "I've moved on, now."
Their conversation continued as the food was served, which was surprisingly delicious, as it turned out there were no other customers because at this time in the evening the stand was supposed to be closed, Dante had come here earlier in the day and, using some of the money he claimed he didn't have reserved the place just for the two of us.
She had to admit it was far more enjoyable than the fancy dinners in expensive restaurants that came with too many different kinds of cutlery, it was more intimate, more personal and it didn't feel as though they were being watched which made conversation much easier.
"You have a sister?" She asked in surprise, "What's she like? And is she older or younger?"
There was a small smile on his face as he recalled his sister, "She's younger, about 12 or 13, and she's a half sister, we have the same father but our mothers are different. I visit her once every week or so for a few hours."
She watched him curiously as he continued, "As for what she's like… well I wouldn't say we're particularly close…"
She could see he looked a little guilty as he said that, smiling she said, "It sounds like you care about her a lot."
He nodded, "I do, but how close can I really be with a little girl? Usually when we meet I just take her somewhere to eat, make sure that everything's alright with her and her mother, clear up any problems and get them money when they need it."
He smirked as he added, "I also make sure to pick her up from school every now and then, makes those boys think twice when they go talk to her after knowing how protective her older brother is."
She chuckled, only able to imagine it. Dante might be young but her certainty didn't look it, going off appearances only he was a big scary black man and when he wasn't smiling she could certainly see how he might look intimidating.
When he was smiling however? Why, she thought he looked rather handsome, especially when that smile was directed at her.
"It would be nice to have a scary older brother to beat up all the annoying boys." She lamented, sighing as she brushed her hair behind her ear.
"Hmm, maybe Ishouldmarry Sarah. What do you think? I think I'd make a great scary older brother in law." He said teasingly, a considering look on his face.
"Ah, well, it would all be perfect then. If it weren't for the fact youaren'tolder." She couldn't help but take pleasure in reminding him of the one thing she had him beat, she couldn't let the opportunity pass after he'd shown her up so thoroughly in the firing range.
"Ahem, excuse me." He said, sounding rather offended as he pulled out his wallet, drawing out a card which he probably held up, "As you can see, I'm twenty four years old thank you very much."
Her eyes shifted to the driving license he showed her, sure enough that date of birth would indeed make him twenty four. She ignored the rather large stack of 100$ bills she saw in his wallet, he sure carried a lot of cash for a broke man, though she supposed if she were as big or as skilled as him with a gun as he was she wouldn't fear carrying what looked like 5,000 dollars in her wallet either.
She dismissed it with a wave, "You're not even old enough to drive."
"Well, my official government documentation says otherwise. Didn't you say you were a lawyer?"
She relented, bowing her head and letting her hair cover her face as she let out a long, sad sigh, "All these boys are the same, always ignoring me to get with my sister."
She added a little sniffle for dramatic effect.
"Hey now," He placed a gentle arm on her shoulder, causing her to look up, a hopeful look in her eye, "I might want to get with your sister," She let out an unlady like snort as he didn't even try to deny it, "But that doesn't mean I'm ignoring you."
His voice was surprisingly sincere as he stared at her, his gaze soft but intense, like he was drinking in every inch of her and savoring every drop with in his gaze.
She found she quite liked the way he was looking at her right now, "You're a greedy man, aren't you?" She asked, staring into his dark eyes.
"I'm honest, not greedy, I know what I want, and right now? That's you." His gaze was searingly hot.
"And my sister." She muttered softly.
He nodded, smiling slightly as he gazed at her, "So, as an honest man I know exactly what I want, do you?"
God, what did she want right now? She didn't know, she just wanted to keep staring into those gorgeous eyes, it felt as though she could get lost in them forever.
She let her actions do the talking as softly, tentatively pressed her lips to his.
Their kiss started shy but soon his tongue was in her mouth, pillaging and plundering, his arms were around her back and her body was pressed to his.
By the time they broke apart she was panting, hair ruffled and cheeks flushed.
Her partner on the other hand looked completely unruffled, the only evidence of what happened was the wide grin on his face which persisted for the entire walk home.
Dante Lawton (Reaper)
I walked Laurel home, exchanging occasional kisses all the way, I purposely took a long route than necessary, wanting to prolong our time together, the streets where quiet and the only lighting came from the moon high above, it's rays making for a romantic atmosphere as we finally arrived outside her home.
I stopped on the doorstep and she turned, staring at me with unconcealed lust in his eye as we kissed again.
She glanced between me and the door, we both knew what would happen if I entered her apartment.
I didn't press her, giving her a moment to make a decision, it was rare I found a girl I was interested in for reasons beyond sex but after our date I didn't want her to think I was only interested because I wanted to sleep with her.
"We really shouldn't…" She muttered as we kissed again, I felt her groan as my hand wrapped firmly around her waist.
She pulled back, planting soft kisses along my jaw until she finally reached my ear, I felt her hot breath as she whispered, "I want you," her breath was heavy as she added "Please?"
Her tone was needy and horny and I couldn't help but grin.
I brought one hand up behind her head as I pulled her into another kiss, using it to cushion her as I shoved her roughly against the door, my other hand running up and down her waist as we made out.
The genes she wore were incredibly tight, I had spent much of our date wondering exactly what kind of magic she used to get into them but it didn't stop but slipping two fingers into her pocket, swiping her keys and using my power to stuff them perfectly into the lock without even looking.
She let out a little squeal as she almost fell when I pushed the door open, but I caught her by her waist as we entered, I quickly shut the door, spinning her around to press her against it.
She gasped as my hand reached for hers, grabbing them to pin them above her head against the door, one of my hands holding both of hers as my other hand ran down her side.
She gave a sighty challenging smile as she said, "You've got me, now what are you going to do with me?"
I smirked, "With you? I think the question you're looking for is what am I going to doto you."
Her smile grew as she said, "Really? Well what are you going to do to me?"
I grinned as I leaned in closer to roughly whisper, "Whatever. I. want."
Her hips bucked at my answer but I pinned them back to the door with my own hips, I knew she could feel my stiffness by the way she gasped as I reached down to grasp her leg, taking hold of her beneath the knee and lifting it, depriving her of any kind of stable footing as I held her against the door.
We continued making out, with me ravaging her against the door, one hand exploring her body whilst the other held her up by the wrists, giving her no way to escape. Her occasional whines of pleasure encouraged my further as I held her helpless against the door.
I forced my knee between her legs, planting it against the door making her spread he legs around it as I growled in her ear, "Where's the bedroom?"
She pouted, "Why should I help you?"
I smirked, it was cute seeing her acting all innocent, as though I was forcing this on her and she had no choice but to comply, as though she hadn't invited me in first.
I pushed my hips forward, letting her feel my hard cock through our clothes as she moaned softly, I glanced around her apartment taking in the environment, I could see a kitchen and a living room which had a soft, there was also a corridor where I guess pad the bedroom was but that wasn't what I wanted, I wantedherto tell me where it was.
"You can tell me where the bed is or I'll fuck you over the kitchen counter instead." Her legs squeezed deliciously around me knee at that idea, and she looked away, considering the idea.
This was an important moment that would decide the dynamic between us, was she going to be an obedient slut or was I going to have tomakeher an obedient slut?
I honestly wasn't sure which one I preferred.
Her eyes met mine as she made her decision, and I was surprised to see her grin as she looked me dead in the eye, "Fuck you."
Damn that was hot, everything from her grin to the defiant look in her eye was sofuckinghot.
"I guess you've made your choice." She squealed as my hands lowered to her gene-clad ass, squeezing and lifting as I carried her towards the kitchen, and just when she thought I was about to drop her down on the counter I smirked, giving her a soft kiss before I said, "Good girls get to make love…"
My hand left her ass, holding her up with one hand the other rose to grasp her hair, "But disobedient bitches get fucked from behind."
I turned her, bending her over her kitchen counter and pushed her face down onto the hard marble surface, she let out a moan as I did, and I took a moment to fully appreciate the ass on this girl.
It looked fantastic, genes that had practically been painted on did nothing to hide its shape, and it was made all the better as she arched her back without me having to tell her, sticking her butt out even more for my enjoyment.
"Awe, it's cute the way you stick your ass out, do you want to get fucked." My hand in her hair held her down as she whined at my words.
I smirked, "Your a lawyer, so I'm going to need verbal consent before I fuck you,bitch." I put extra emphasis on the last word.
"~Please." She moaned out.
"Please what slut? I needverbal consent." She whined more,
"Pleasefuck me!"Her hips bucked as she begged for it.
"Well I suppose if you want itthatbadly…" I answered, peeling her genes away from that perfect ass as she whined.
"I hate you." She bit out, and she squealed as I have her fat ass a slap.
"What was that?" I could tell she recognized the threat in my voice because she was silent after that, her desire to get fucked outweighing her desire to speak.
"That's what I thought." She yelped as I ripped over her soft white panties and I took advantage of her open mouth to stuff them inside, muffling her protests as I shoved two fingers into her already soaked pussy.
"Bitches don't need to talk, just moan." She whined as I fingered her and I smirked.
"Moan if you agree,bitch."I curled my fingers, brushing the perfect spot and forcing her to moan.
I had to admit, I was having fun.
I was sixteen, while this girl was a grown woman, probably in her mid twenties, but it wasmewho hadherbent over her own kitchen counter, gagged and moaning, her face pressed into the table with my hand in her hair, the panties I ripped off stuffed in her mouth and her genes around her ankles.
I grinned as I gave her another spank withdrawing my fingers as she squirmed helplessly, I undid my belt and she went very still at the obvious sound and I folded my belt before brushing it along her slightly red butt.
"Are you going to behave or do I have to punish you first?" I asked teasingly brushing my belt lightly against her pussy, causing her to squirm and push her ass back further into it, she wiggled her butt invitingly for me.
"That's a good girl," I muttered, lowering my pants and taking off my boxers, revealing my cock.
She froze as I pressed the fat head against her tiny wet pussy, but I ignored her trepidation as I slowly pushed inside, she squirmed and moaned all the way, breathing deeply through her nose.
She was incredibly wet, obviously turned on by our foreplay but that made her feel no less tight as she clenched around my shaft, it was a fight but eventually I got the entire nine inches inside her and squealed as I pushed my hips against hers, her fat ass cushioning the impact.
I took a deep breath, taking a moment to enjoy the view, her back tensed when I pushed my cock inside her, causing it to arch into a beautiful curve that made her ass look delicious.
I leaned over her a small smile gracing my lips as I whispered in her ear, "You'rebeautiful, you know that?"
Her back arched even more as she came, the praise proving too much for her as she came around my cock, her legs actually shaking as she orgasmed while bent over her kitchen counter.
I enjoyed her convulsing around my cock for a few moments before it finally stopped, her body relaxed, leaving her panting, I smirked.
"Are you ready to start now?" Her eyes flew open, wide with shock and she finally realized that we had only just begun.
I pulled back slowly, tantalizingly slow until only the tip remained inside her, before slamming back inside.
Her squeal was music to my ears.
Laurel Lance
How had she ended up here?
She moaned again as he fucked her through her third orgasm of the night, not slowing or giving her respite for a single moment, pounding her into her own kitchen table.
That really was a good question wasn't it?
A few hours ago she had been on a lovely date, with a boy she hadthoughtwas quite handsome and considerate. He had taken care of her, made her laugh, and told her she was beautiful and she had quite a nice time.
Now, she was bent over her kitchen table, her panties had been unceremoniously stuffed in her mouth whilst her pants were around her ankles, now that handsome boy was pulling her hair whilst fucking her silly in her own apartment.
What happened to that considering boy from before?
He slapped her ass as he called her a slut, ordering her to moan if she agreed with him, before laughing as he forced her to moan through the makeshift gag.
He took control of her, stuffing her with his massive cock, and forcing her to cum.
The worst part was they heknewshe was loving every ounce of his cruel treatment, every spank and insult just made it all the better when he told her how beautiful she was.
She didn't know how long he fucked her over that table, but she knew that by the time he was done with her she was fucked silly, only able to moan and whine on his cock.
She felt him twitch inside her and he finally pulled out of her limb body, picking her up and turning her so they were face to face, he pulled her panties from her mouth and gave her a soft loving kiss and she melted into it, her arms wrapping around his neck whist her let's wrapped around his waist.
He pushed his cock back inside her, it went in much easier this time and he looked down at her with a warm smile, "Did you enjoy that, Gorgeous?"
She blushed, to embarrassed to meet his eye was she nodded shyly, she had never been fucked like that, never been so thoroughly dominated, he had taken complete control and carefully made sure she enjoyed it completely, and she was enormously grateful for it.
Sure she'd had sex before, she'd even been submissive in bed before, but never had a man taken control whist still making her feel as though her enjoyment was his number one priority.
Despite his… less than gentle treatment, he had always been careful to make sure she was getting just as much pleasure as he was, and she suspected she was likely enjoying this evenmore, considering the fact he hadn't even cum yet.
He rocked his hips against hers, his thrust gentle but firm, rocking her body and causing small moans to escape from her panting lips.
"I'm going to come soon," He said gently into her ear, his voice deep and soft, mesmerizing as he steadily pumped into her. "Where do you want it?"
Perhaps she was a little too delirious after being so thoroughly schooled because she couldn't stop her next words. "Inside, I want you to cum inside me,please."
At least she wasn't so out of it that she forgot her manners.
His smile grew as he looked down at her, raising a single eyebrow as his thrusts began to pick up speed, "Are you on birth control?"
"N-no." She shook her head, sounding a little desperate as she clung to him, holding onto his neck for dear life as his thrusts picked up speed.
His grin only grew wider, "Good."
She was spared from having to respond because of his lips pressing against hers, the kiss was less fierce this time, slower and far more passionate, it was an almost loving kiss that she shared with him as he thrust into her for a final time, planting his seed deep inside her as she moaned into the kiss.
The kiss persisted for a long time and when he finally pulled back she looked up at him a little shyly as he gave her a small, happy smile. "I don't suppose you want to tell me where the bedroom is now?"
She giggled, pointing down the only corridor as he picked her up and carried her like a princess towards her bed.
She woke slowly the next morning, a satisfied smile curling across her lips as the memories of last night surfaced in her mind, she had slept brilliantly, the best night of sleep she had gotten in years, after he'd taken her to bed he's made love to her in what was probably the most romantic sex she'd ever had in her entire life.
Hand holding with interlocked fingers, passionate kissing, plenty of eye contact, and many whispered praises in her ear that left her feeling all warm and fuzzy as she buried her nose into the crook of his neck, using his shoulder as the perfect pillow on which she slept soundly.
Sitting up she took a moment to get her bearings, he had his arm around her even in his sleep, it was firm and heavy, strong and long enough it reached around her shoulder to plant squarely on her ass, he must be having a good dream because every few minutes he would give her a little unconscious squeeze.
She couldn't help but feel safe with it there, what could hurt her while she was in his arms?
He was big, tall strong and muscular, his face, while it could look intimidating was still handsome and she could feel the power in his arm while he held her, he could probably pick her up with one arm and she had gotten a good feel of exactly how strong he was when he was tossing her around last night.
She glanced at him, he was still sound asleep, her duvet only covering his lower half leaving his chiselled torso bare for her viewing pleasure and she couldn't help but smile, the numerous scares that decorated his body only made him look better in her eyes.
She smirked, his sleeping face was cute too, peaceful and happy, he looked so comfortable just lying there, as though he had nothing in this world to worry about.
She felt another squeeze on her ass, more incessant this time and smiled, she could see the tent of where his frankly huge cock was hard beneath the sheets.
Glancing at the window she could see the early morning rays of light filtering through the blinds, it would probably be a few more hours before he woke up and she was content to let him sleep in, especially considering all the work he had done the day before.
She gave him a gentle kiss to his sleeping lips before extricating herself from his grabbing hands and rising to her feet, she winced as she walked towards her bathroom, there was a pleasant ache that pulsed from between her legs throughout the rest of her body as she moved, making her shiver slightly, now that she wasn't clinging to his warm body she found it was quite cold.
She showered quickly, taking the time to quietly dry and brush her hair so she wouldn't wake him before heading into the kitchen to make breakfast.
She might have been single for the last five years but that didn't mean she'd forgotten how to properly treat a man, she thought she owed him after how well he treated her last night.
Soon she had eaten and brought through a tray of bacon eggs and toast accompanied by a glass of orange juice which she set on the bedside table.
Glancing at the window she saw the sun had truly risen now, and unfortunately she was going to have to leave for work soon.
Well, she supposed it was time to wake him up.
Dante Lawton (Reaper)
I woke up with a grin on my face, life was good, wasn't it?
It had been a long time since I'd allowed myself to sleep in, years probably, it was usually extremely difficult for me to truly relax.
I suspected the soft warm person by my side had something to do with it, she had her armed wrapped around my, clinging to the warmth of my body.
I felt her give a soft kiss along my jaw as she said gently, "If you don't wake up soon I'm going to have to take moredrasticmethods."
A small hand slid beneath the covers, grasping my cock and stroking it gently she she laid more kisses along my jaw and neck.
Tempted as I was to find out exactly what these 'drastic methods' might entail I decided against it for this morning, turning my head to face her I opened my eyes and gave her a soft smile, "Good morning, beautiful."
Her eyes seemed to light up as she quickly leaned in for a kiss, her naked body melted against mine as I reached round to grab her butt, squeezing softly.
She pushed her ass back against my hand as I pulled her close and we stayed like that for a few moments, kissing and touching to our hearts content.
"Oh!" She said pulling back as though she had just remembered something. "I got you breakfast!"
She excitedly passed me the large tray full of bacon, eggs, and toast, laying it across me whilst watching for my reaction, she beamed as I grinned at her.
The morning only continued to get better as she slipped beneath the sheets, and even my cold heart leapt as I felt soft lips wrapping around my cock, her warm tongue tracing over the head as she began to suck.
I think I might have to marry this girl.