Benjamin woke early the next morning to the sunlight barely creeping through the windows of his second-story bedroom. He watched Samantha’s sleeping face and marveled at her tender beauty as the gentle sunlight kissed her dusky skin. He brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her gently on the cheek before climbing out of bed.

He pulled on his boxers and a bathrobe before going downstairs to the kitchen. First, he brewed a fresh pot of coffee. Then he pulled out eggs, bacon, spinach, melons and bread from the fridge and cabinets. He began to crack the eggs into a bowl as the bacon began to fry in a cast-iron pan on his gas burning stove. He watched the birds jumping from branch to branch on the naked trees out in his backyard as the sunlight rose over the Lake of the Fates.

Waking up with Samantha in his bed beside him, warm and cozy under his fluffy down blanket, was the most beautiful moment of his life. He sighed and smiled to himself as he began to whip the eggs. She was the love of his life, and he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He turned on his egg pan and filled it with several pats of butter. It melted slowly over the black surface and it filled it with the thick yellow liquid of whipped eggs and cream.

As the eggs began to cook he sprinkled on the spinach, topped off with shredded cheddar cheese. He popped four slices of wheat bread into the toaster, covered his eggs with a lid and took them off the heat. Flipping his bacon, he took a sip of black coffee and turned to see Samantha padding down the stairs in one of his shirts and nothing else.

She looked so adorable in the oversized garment with the sunlight washing across her face, her hair still a mess from their lovemaking the night before. He poured her a cup of coffee, grabbed the cream and sugar, and set it all in front of her at the counter across from him. She slid onto the stool and smiled down at the coffee.

“This smells delicious,” she said groggily, fixing her coffee. “I hardly ever eat breakfast.”

“They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he said with a smile.

“I take the subway to work at 7 AM.”

“That’s a hectic lifestyle,” he said, lifting the bacon out of the pan onto a draining tray.

“You’re telling me,” she said, twirling her spoon in her creamy coffee. She took a sip, and the sleep began to fade from her eyes.

“My mornings usually consist of waking up early, making myself coffee and breakfast and moseying into town to make candy,” he said with a smile.

Benjamin dished up two plates for him and Samantha and joined her at the bench on the other side of the counter. They had a view out the back onto the lake. The windows over the sink looked out on the side yard with the winter trees and the birds hopping from branch to branch.

“I envy you that,” she said, slicing into her scrambled eggs.

“Your life would be like that if you lived with me.”

“I know,” she said.

She looked up at him with big brown eyes and reached over to touch his hand. The touch was so gentle and affectionate that it made him gulp. He covered her hand with his and smiled.

“I’m going to find a way to be with you, Benjamin,” she said softly. He kissed her gently on the forehead.

“After breakfast, we’ll go take a drive around town. I want to show you a nice view.”

“That sounds lovely.”

“I’ll run over to the hotel and get some of your things.”

“Would you?” she asked. “My cosmetics bag is on the counter in the bathroom, and my suitcase in the closet.”

“Sure, I’ll leave right after I finish my breakfast.”

“You’re such a doll, Benjamin.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s my pleasure.”

They finished their breakfast and he kissed her on the cheek. He told her where she could shower and how to work all of the knobs in the master bathroom. She was thrilled at the tiled shower in his master bathroom, explaining to him that her bathroom in her apartment in New Jersey was a quarter of the size. It didn’t even have a bathtub. His master bath had one of those huge soaker tubs. It had come standard with the house when he bought it. His parents lived in an old historical house that was built in the 1930s, but he loved his nice modern house with all of its conveniences.

He left Samantha happily in the bathroom and went over to her hotel to grab her things. Everything was in its place. When he arrived back at home, he found a Samantha with her hair wrapped in a towel, wearing his bathrobe and standing in front of the mirror. Steam rolled out of the bathroom door. He walked in and put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.

“I found everything,” he told her.

She turned to him and threw her arms around his neck, stretching up on her tiptoes. She kissed him hard on the mouth. He pulled her to him and kissed her back. Their kiss deepened, their tongues lashed against each other, and she groaned. The towel fell from her hair and her brown tresses spilled over his hand as he cupped the back of her head. He ran his hand over her shoulder under the bathrobe, feeling her hot moist skin. He grew hard with desire and longing; he wanted her desperately. She opened to his kiss as her bathrobe fell open. The moisture from her skin soaked into his shirt.

“You’re going to get me all dirty again.”

“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”

With a growl, he lifted her up onto the bathroom counter. She let out a long mewl as he sank between her legs. Their kisses grew deeper and more passionate. Samantha unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his chest. He was so hard. He felt he might explode from the pressure. When she reached the last button on his shirt, she descended to his belt buckle and began to pull it open.

She slid his pants down his waist, revealing his hardness in the process. She grasped him with her soft little hands and began to stroke it with mind-numbingly slow strokes, up and down his shaft with both her hands. He growled and threaded his hands through her hair.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

He sank to his knees and consumed her. She groaned and held herself on the counter as he licked her hot pussy with his tongue. She tasted like heaven. It was better than the most decadent chocolate, sweeter than the sweetest candy. He thumped his tongue against her clit, pushing her over the edge as she groaned.

He looked up at her as she climaxed. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever beheld. Her little breasts were taut with desire and her nipples pointed straight at the ceiling. He stood, sheathed his shaft with a condom, and pushed deep inside her.

They both groaned as he sank to the base of his cock into her sweet core. He held her close, her head against his shoulder. They rested there briefly. He put his hands around her waist and began to piston his hips into her luscious body. They kissed furiously as he rocked her back and forth on the bathroom counter.

The sight of her back with her wet hair falling over her shoulders and his arms wrapped around her dark hips made him so hungry to claim her. He wanted to feel her without the condom and explode deep in her womb.

That would have to wait for another time. Soon he would claim her. Soon he would come inside her and place a cub in her sweet womb. He looked into her eyes, feeling so much love, longing, and passion for his beautiful mate. It was a perfect moment, one he never wanted to end.