The halo of the horizon arrives with golden grace. Anastasia wakes up from her deep sleep to an empty bed. She looks around for her fiancé, her eyes landing on his broad figure standing on the balcony watching the sunrise. She sleepily slips out of the king-sized bed, puts on her ivory La Perla silk short robe, and goes outside. The loud yawn she lets out grabs Cameron's attention. He pulls her close to him and kisses her cheek.
"Good morning, my sexy goddess."
With a sweet yet sleepy smile on her face, Stassi rests her head on his chest and sighs happily. "Good morning, my rugged Adonis. Which goddess am I?"
"You're Aphrodite- goddess of love and beauty. I know I tell you this every day but you're so stunning. Intelligent, business savvy, made for me."
Anastasia grins and lures him back into the room. He follows her and leans down for a kiss. She sneakily dodges- why? Goddamn morning breath. She's not about to kiss him with stank breath, no matter how much she wants to.
"Stassi!" He stares at her, playful dismay written all over his face. "Really?"
She looks up at him with feigned innocence and then goes into the bathroom to start the shower and brush her teeth. She can feel his presence behind her but she pretends not to notice.
Her facade ends the minute his lips land on that sensitive spot behind her ear. His hands are trailing all around her waist and slowly trekking towards her thighs. She reaches behind her, hand going to his crotch. "Okay. You win. You're so fucking sexy in the morning. You look like a fucking Greek god or some shit. The bedhead, your chiseled abs, and you know the rest." She slowly strokes his length up and down through his black Calvin Klein boxers, biting her fucking lip seductively in the process. "Tell you what- brush your teeth and then join me in the shower."
Cameron wastes no time obeying the order. Stassi kisses his cheek and gets in the steaming hot shower. The latter throws her head back when the water hits her cold skin. That's just what she needs to fully wake the hell up.
She's in the middle of lathering soap all over her body when Cameron finally gets in the shower, pulling her wet body back towards him and wastes no time sucking her neck. Stassi moans loudly as she always does when aroused.
"I can't wait to marry you, honey." He mutters into her ear as he pounds into her. His husky morning voice makes her throw her head back and loud out several breathless moans. "Make these motherfuckers jealous because I have the sexiest wife on this goddamn planet and they don't."
Anastasia opens her eyes to see him staring at her with complete lust. They have shit to do today but right now, they could care less about it. He continues to slide into her wet heat. She braces her hands against the shower wall as he fucks into her over and over. With each thrust, the friction builds.
"So. Fucking. Close." She continues to moan, arching her back even further. Cameron kisses her, his tongue prying deep into her mouth.
"Me too," he groans. His fingers continue to rub furiously at her clit and she gasps again, then screams as waves of pleasure overwhelm her senses. But Cameron continues to thrust into her heat, climbing to his peak. Stassi feels his dick rub against her sex and sighs at the continuing stimulation.
"Love you," Cameron gasps, cumming hard. He pulls out of her body slowly, breathing heavily. She turns around and leans against him, panting slightly as well.
"I love you," she whispers against his lips. They kiss for a while under the hot water, washing away the sweat. The hot water pours down on their sticky bodies. "Love you so much, Cam. I'm gonna wash my hair, ok?" Stassi says after a moment of comfortable silence. Cameron nods and hands her the bottle of shampoo. She begins to rub the shampoo into her hair but soon feels his fingers join hers. She lets him take over. Those long fingers gently massage her scalp."Mmmm so nice," she sighs happily. They briefly kiss again, chaste and quick. She lets the water rinse the soap away as Hunter watches. She smiles at him and he kisses her again. Just can't get enough of each other.
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CREME DE LA CREME
General FictionThese west coast socialites are dangerously good looking and charming with bank accounts bigger than your parents' savings, successful careers, and smiles as sickly sweet as sugar. They are unbelievably perfect. Then again, looks are deceiving and...