Chapter Twenty-One
Cade
When I wake up the next morning, I am immediately disappointed because my arms are not filled with Serena. We had fallen asleep entwined with each other, and I wanted to wake up the same way. I open my eyes fully and turn, smiling when I find her curled up still in bed. I feel a wave of contentment wash over me as I watch her sleep. This is what I wanted to wake up to four years ago. It feels so right, and I’m so happy that she didn't sneak off in the middle of the night and have a cab take her home. She’s here, and it feels like exactly where she belongs.
I get up as quietly as I can so that I don’t wake her and find a pair of jogging pants and an old t-shirt in a drawer to throw on. I head downstairs to the kitchen and begin to root around in the fridge to find something to make us for breakfast. After about fifteen minutes, I hear her footsteps padding into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she says shyly.
I stop what I am doing and come around to embrace her and kiss her thoroughly. She’s wearing my robe, and I get an eyeful of her breasts where it gapes open. I reach in and tease her nipples into hard peaks.
She giggles as she steps back from me. “Cade!”
“What?” I shrug. “I can’t help myself when a gorgeous woman is in front of me, and I know she’s naked under that robe.”
“What are you making?” she asks, nudging me aside with her hip and moving towards the stove.
“I was thinking omelets. What do you like in yours?”
“What do you have?”
I point at a stack of ingredients on the counter. “Have at it.”
She looks through what I have pulled out of the fridge and sets aside the ham, a green pepper, an onion, and cheese. She starts to put everything else back in the fridge and looks at me expectantly. “Knife?”
I pass one to her, and she starts to chop the pepper as I cube the ham. I think to myself that this must be what Tyler means when he calls his marriage domestic bliss. It is nice doing something so simple like making breakfast side by side. I wonder what it would be like to do this every day with Serena and Alan.
Just as quickly as the thought comes, I push it aside. It’s too soon to be thinking about me and her playing house with her son. Yet the thought feels so right all the same. I grab the onion to refocus my thoughts and begin dicing.
After we’ve got all the ingredients assembled, I start the omelets while Serena finds strawberries and begins slicing. She pops one into my mouth and goes on tiptoe to kiss me, licking a spot of the strawberry juice that dribbles onto my chin. “Delicious,” she winks before sashaying away. I grab her to pull her back into a kiss. “The omelets are gonna burn if you don’t stop kissing me,” she laughs.
“I don’t want to stop kissing you, though.”
“I’m hungry.”
I huff out a breath dramatically with a playful smile. “Fine, we can eat. But after...” I let my statement trail off, but the implication is clear and Serena blushes. I love when her cheeks pink like that, and I love how easily I can get that reaction out of her.
She finishes with the strawberries and then hops up on the counter as I work to finish our omelets. I slide my hand up her leg under the robe, and she squirms. “Cade,” she breathes out.
I wink as I pull my hand away and turn back to our eggs, taking them off the heat and reaching for two plates. “Come on,” I say, tapping her knee as I carry the two plates to the table. She hops down, grabs her strawberries and brings them over, and then heads back to the fridge, grabbing the carton of orange juice and pouring two glasses.
She sits down to my left with a smile and begins to eat with gusto. I follow suit, and we begin to eat quietly. I love the quiet thoughtfulness that Serena brings into my life. Josephine said everything that came into her head, no matter how asinine it would prove to be (which was often). Thinking back on the last several years, I realize I was stuck in a pattern of the same women because when I wasn’t with Josephine, I was with whatever other mindless twit showed up to keep her spot warm until we got back together and repeated the cycle again. I know I never want to find myself in that cycle ever again.
“If you only had one meal left on earth, what would it be?” I ask Serena after several minutes.
She answers without hesitation. “Fried chicken.”
I start to laugh but see that she is serious. “Fried chicken? Really?”
She nods. “Yep. I love fried chicken. It’s crispy, it’s juicy, and it's flat out delicious.”
“So, you’re a connoisseur of fried chicken, then?”
She laughs. “Hell, yes. I can take you to best friend chicken in town for our next date. I don’t eat it every week, but once a month at least. I would eat it every day, but it’d just got straight to my thighs.”
“I like your thighs,” I say, sliding a hand under the robe and resting low on her leg, just above her knee.
“Anything else you like?” she asks as she takes another bite of her food.
I slide my hand further up her thigh and brush my knuckles across her pussy. “I like this, too,” I reply huskily. She leans towards me and we meet in the middle in a gentle kiss.
“Last night was great, the best I’ve had in I don’t know how long,” she admits.
“It was pretty fantastic,” I agree. “And to think, you’ve been missing out on three years of this,” I tease her.
She laughs. “You were awful three years ago. You’ve obviously had a lot of practice since then.”
“I have had a lot of practice. Too much, honestly. But you, you're just a natural.”
She makes a fist and blows on her knuckles before rubbing them on her chest with a grin. “Yeah, I’m pretty awesome.”
“All those noises you make drive me crazy.”
“Your fingers drive me crazy.”
“You coming on my fingers drives me crazy.’
“Mmm, I liked that part. I liked coming on your cock a lot more, though.”
“I liked that part the best, too...feeling you clench and shake around me. I almost came right then.”
“I wish you had,” she whispers.
I grab the front of her robe and pull her in for a kiss, tracing her bottom lip with my tongue until she opens her mouth a little for me. My lips slide to her neck, and she tilts her head in response, giving me better access to the soft skin. He fingertips graze up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as she kisses me behind the ear.
We’re both breathless when we break apart, and Serena stands, collecting our dishes and taking them to the sink. I watch her wiggle in my robe, and when she comes back to the table, I grab her around the middle and pull her into my lap to kiss her some more. We’re making out like teenagers when I slip my hand into the front of her robe to cup her breast. She pulls away with a giggle and looks at the table and then back at me.
“I’ve never had sex on a kitchen table.”
“Me, either.” It’s the truth. Josephine refused to have sex anywhere but on a bed.
“I wonder...”
“You wonder what?”
“I was just thinking about the physics of getting it on like this on a table. Could it withstand all that motion? I mean, you’re a big guy; I don’t know that a table was meant for your weight, let alone the addition of mine.”
“I love the way your mind works.”
“I’m such a nerd, talking about science at a time like this.”
“I like it. Sounds to me like it’s an experiment waiting to happen.”
She smirks and stands up, untying my robe and letting it fall away. I drink her in, the swell of her breasts, the narrow of her waist, and the curve of her hips. She’s so beautiful and right now, she is all mine. I thank my lucky stars for putting this woman in my path again before standing and pulling my shirt off, tossing it aside, and then dropping my pants to the floor. She melts into my arms when I kiss her. I grab her thighs and lift her up, setting her on top of the table. She spreads her legs, and I take a moment to appreciate how open she is with me and doesn’t hide any part of.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I ask reverently.
She blushes. “You’re just saying that because I’m naked.”
I shake my head adamantly. “I mean it. You’re just... Wow. You’re absolutely beautiful, Serena.”
“I have stretch marks, and I am definitely not a size two, like the other women I’m sure you’ve been with.”
“Doesn’t matter. They aren’t you. They could never be you. You’re all I see, all I want.”
“Prove it.” He legs spread a little wider, and her finger runs up her glistening pussy.
I step between her legs and take her hand in mine. “I believe you just said for me to prove it, not you,” I scold her teasingly. She scoots forward to wrap her legs around me, and our lips smash together, tongues dancing as we fervently kiss, desperate for more of each other.
Serena grabs my dick, pumping me in her hand, and I groan, burying my face into the side of her neck. She hitches her leg higher and moves the head of my cock over her slippery opening.
“Look at how wet you make me, Cade,” she says, her eyes hooded. She lets go of me, my dick is lined up with her entrance, and she rubs her clit. My mouth waters at the sight of her as she whispers. “Fuck me, Cade.”
Suddenly, I am really glad I let my designer talk me into the more expensive, but extremely sturdy, oak table because we are about to find out just how sturdy it is.