The sun barely peeks through the wall of windows in my penthouse bedroom, but it’s enough to rouse me from sleep. Okay, so it’s not just the sun. After a long night of ‘work’, I’ve gotten used to sleeping until the sun’s high in the sky. Maybe my early awakening is because of the beautiful form in my arms, wiggling around softly and pressing her ass against my quickly hardening cock. I chuckle, kissing the back of her neck as I pull her closer, pressing my hips forward and running my hand over her stomach. “Mmm, you are wonderful to wake up to.”

Sarah hums, sighing and half gasping as she parts her legs and lets my cock slip between them, not inside yet, but we both know that’s what we want. “Good morning. Is this something you’re going to tell me every morning?”

“Well, it’s more true than ever,” I murmur, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “You make my life as close to perfect as I could imagine. Better, actually. Not that I ever imagined that avenging my father’s murder would lead me to fall in love with the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Please.” Sarah chuckles, sighing happily as she squeezes her thighs around my cock and I slowly start thrusting over her pussy lips. “I’m just a washed-up teenage fantasy.”

“You,” I counter, bringing my hand up to cup her breast and rub my thumb over her nipple, making it become diamond-hard before I roll it between my forefinger and thumb, “are far from a washed-up teenage fantasy.”

Sarah moans again, and I can feel her wetness coating the shaft of my cock. We haven’t exactly been ‘safe’, but that’s sort of been the speed and intensity of our relationship. Before, I was too caught up in the whirlwind of everything going on to think about it. Now, the idea that there may be consequences is even more exciting.

“I admit, you make me feel special. I mean, you gave up your kingdom for me.”

“Without you, it wasn’t worth it anyway,” I whisper, stroking her breast just the way she likes. “So I did, and here we are.”

I lift my head to peek at the clock, silently celebrating that it’s so early because we definitely have time for some morning action before I meet Marcus for breakfast. I pull my cock from between her legs, rolling onto my back and pulling Sarah on top of me. It’s one of the things I’ve learned quickly with her. She’s got more than just physical scars, and in the morning, it’s good to let her be on top.

Sarah grins from on top of me before glancing at the clock and seeing the time. “Mmm . . . good morning to you too.”

She slides her hips over my cock, both of us gasping as her lips rub against me and I feel her clit drag down my shaft. Sarah sits up more, and I get a chance to look at the body of a goddess. I reach down, rubbing my hands over her waist and slapping her ass lightly. “I couldn’t wait anymore. Not when you’re in my arms, rubbing that perfect ass of yours against me.”

She reaches down, running her fingers through my light chest hair, eyes locked with mine, her face serious as her hips freeze. “How did I get so lucky? Ry, I thought I would die as Jacob’s prisoner. Thank you for saving me from hell, setting me free.”

My voice is thick as I respond. “You’re the one who saved me. I never thought past knocking Jacob off his throne and making him pay for what he did to my dad. It was all nebulous, just being ‘King of the Streets’. But now, there’s more for me. There’s a future with you.”

Sarah’s eyes never waver from mine as she lowers her body down to kiss me before dangling her breasts in my face. I kiss the silky soft skin tenderly, tracing the deep star-shaped scar on her side with my tongue, marking over it with better memories. I kiss to her nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth, teasing her with swirls of my tongue all around her breast. I trace down her curves with my hand, tracing her ass and delighting at her gasp.

I know that Sarah could probably use a few visits to a good head doctor. The hell she went through can’t be cured through a ‘kidnapping’ and a vacation in upstate New York. I’ve held her safe and given her space when she’s woken up from nightmares or gone into reflective funks. But it’s here in bed, I think, that lets her heal the most. I give her what she needs, showing her that there’s more than just anger and violence in a relationship. “Show me, baby. Show me how good you want to feel.”

Sarah smiles and throws her hair back over her shoulder in a dark wave that makes my cock twitch as she lifts herself up. Reaching down, she spreads the lips of her pussy to show me just how wet she is as she positions herself. I watch, my eyes widening as a glistening droplet of her moisture drips from her pussy to fall on the head of my cock, disappearing into the shiny wetness already there.

She lowers herself onto my cock, and I smile as she mewls and arches her hips, taking what she needs. With Sarah, I never tease, never do anything but give her what she wants. Reaching down, I place my thumb over the shiny pearl of her clit as she works to take me in deep, inch by inch.

“Oh, fuck,” Sarah gasps. She reaches down with her right hand, and I interweave our fingers, locking her hand against my chest. Sarah stills for a moment, just relishing the feeling of fullness as she adjusts to my size. After a moment, she grinds against me, my steely hard cock surrounded by the heat of her tight pussy all the way to the base. “Fuck, Ry, I need you . . . to move.”

As Sarah rides me, I oblige, thrusting up into her as she rolls her hips, holding our thrust for a moment at the point where she’s completely full before we do it all over again. Sarah’s hips roll to meet me every time, welcoming me in as she squeezes, milking me. She cries out, and I know she’s close, so I start moving my thumb to strum her clit in time with our strokes. Her fingers tighten on my chest, scratching the skin, but I don’t care, as she cries out again. Her body detonates as shudders rack her from head to toe, the spasms triggering my own orgasm, and I fill her with my seed.

Sarah collapses onto my chest, her head smacking my shoulder, but I barely feel it as I hold her, letting her settle completely on top of me, pulling my free hand out to wrap around her and hold her safe and warm as my cock stays buried inside her and our hearts slow. Sarah breathes heavily into my ear before chuckling dreamily. “I was right. This is definitely a good morning.”

I turn my head to peek at her, memorizing her mussed hair, rosy cheeks, and satisfied, amused smile. “And as long as you want it, I’ll say good morning with you like this every damn day.”

The clock picks that minute to switch on, a local radio show turning on. “The Hot 102.5! Playing the hits that get your morning going!”

Sarah grumbles and turns her head, smacking my clock radio. “I wish we didn’t have to come back to that.”

“I’ll talk with my boss,” I joke, taking the opportunity to nuzzle and nibble on a delectable ear. “Maybe I can get a pay raise enough to afford one of those newfangled clock radios that’ll play MP3s.”

Sarah laughs, sighing happily as I lick her earlobe before turning her head back and kissing my lips. “Speaking of the boss, isn’t your brother supposed to be here soon?”

I grumble. She’s right. Still, the feeling of her body pressed against mine is tempting. If it weren’t that Marcus has the keys and codes to my penthouse and probably still hasn’t broken his habit of just walking in whenever he’s expected, I’d be tempted to go another round with Sarah. I mean, until about two weeks ago, this was his home too. Still, to have a whole morning of wanton frolicking with Sarah . . .

She sees the frustration in my eyes and smiles. “Don’t worry. Rygirl is still right here for you, and you can have me all you want later. Go grab a shower. I’ll go get the coffee going.”

I pull her down, kissing her forehead tenderly. “I know Marcus is gonna be here soon, so okay. I need to shower, but still, I just want to stay here with you.”

Sarah giggles and climbs off me, giving me the chilling and erotic sight of her scarred back and amazing ass. I’ve spent hours over the past week kissing each of those scars, but it’ll be a long time before I can heal the pain. Still, the look she gives me as she sashays over to the hook on the back of the bedroom door and gets the long, purple silk robe I bought her reassures me. “Go get cleaned up, and I’ll start the coffee.”

She leaves the bedroom, and I get out of bed, heading to the bathroom with a huge grin on my face. She thinks she’s lucky, but I’m one lucky man.