His Armored Heart

Chapter Seventeen

Tony woke up early the next morning and made breakfast as promised. He carried the tray into the room and set it on the bedside table, then he sat on the edge of the bed to gently wake Bree.

Bree rolled over in bed to lay on her stomach, giving Tony the perfect view of her bare ass. "Is it actually morning already?"

"Yes love, it is." Tony softly answered. "I have breakfast ready." He said as he reached over to caress her ass cheek.

"Mmm..." Bree lifted her hips against his touch. "What did you fix?"

"I made waffles." Tony answered.

Bree lazily turned her head to look at Tony. "That sounds good."

"Get up and you can try them." Tony teased.

"I want to... but your touch makes me think of dirty things," she murmured.

"Save those dirty things for the waterfall." Tony grinned.

Bree chuckled and sat up. "Are we bringing anything with us on our little trip?"

"What do you want to bring?" Tony asked Bree.

"Well, a bathing suit is a good idea. Plus if we have privacy, we could bring... other things."

"Privacy is not overly guaranteed. The waterfalls and caves are open to everyone. Chances are we won't run into anyone, but it's not guaranteed." Tony explained.

"I'll leave it up to you then," Bree smiled. She grabbed a fork and cut into the crispy syrup filled waffle.

"I think it will be more of a quickie at the waterfall. We can play around with the toys when we come back here." Tony chuckled.

Bree chuckled and offered Tony a bite of waffle. "Whatever works."

Tony opened his mouth and accepted the bite. "Those are good."

"Well, you did make them."

"That doesn't guarantee they would be good." Tony chuckled. He picked up his plate and cut a bite.

Bree finished cutting up her waffle and ate a few bites. "I love waffles. They hold more syrup."

"Is that a sexual challenge?" Tony asked teasingly.

"What do you mean?" She chuckled.

"Are you wondering if I can hold more syrup on me?" Tony grinned.

"That's a tempting idea... but I think whipped cream would be less sticky."

"The stickiness just means you'd have to lick me longer." Tony growled.

Bree bit her bottom lip. "I kind of wish I had whipped cream now."

"We will get some on our way back." Tony promised.

"That will be a lot of fun to play with."

"We can combine that with the toys." Tony suggested.

Bree raised an eyebrow at him. "That's intriguing. Feeling kinky this morning?"

"Maybe a little. You mentioned swimming and now all I can picture is you dripping wet." Tony teased.

Bree raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh really?"

"I wouldn't lie about something like that." Tony grinned.

"No, I guess you wouldn't," she chuckled.

"I must say, the mental images are... delightful." Tony growled.

Bree bit her lip. "I could say the same thing about you. I can imagine you drenched in water as it rolls down your stomach in beads so I can lick them off you."