My hand lightly brushed over the thin fabric of the sheet that was covering his morning erection and I lay wrapped tightly in his arms. It was a closeness and security that I had craved my entire life. Brendon never cuddled. He didn’t like it. After “so called” sex, he would turn the other way, sometimes – okay, most of time – without giving me a kiss. Before Simon and I fell asleep last night, he kissed my head, my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. The attention this man was giving me was overwhelming and it scared me. I could feel the emotions rearing their ugly little heads, smiling and pleading with me to let them out of their prison that was the state of my mind.

“Good morning. Please feel free to touch my cock again. Preferably under the sheet,” he spoke in his sexy gruff morning voice.

I couldn’t help but giggle as I stuck my hand under the sheet and stroked his manhood with the tips of my fingers. His grip around me tightened.

“How about a morning blow before I take that hot body of yours and fuck you in the shower? But give me those lips first before you wrap them around my cock.”

I sat up and gave him a smile as our lips locked. His hand cupped the back of my neck, bringing me closer and into a deep and passionate kiss. Once he let go and broke the kiss, I slid down until I reached him and gave him what he asked for.

After our long shower, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me, taking notice that he had brought my bag up and set it on the bed. After I dressed in my outfit for the day, Simon stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“How about breakfast? We can cook together,” he said as he pulled a pair of underwear from his dresser drawer.

“That sounds great. I’m starving. I’ll go down and put on a pot of coffee.” I started to walk out of the room.

“Gabrielle?”

“Yeah.” I turned around.

“How about some tea instead?” He smiled.

“Tea it is.”

I went to the kitchen and over to the largest walk-in refrigerator I had ever seen. It was stocked with fruits, vegetables, meats, cheeses, and everything else you could imagine. I pulled out the carton of eggs and some vegetables to make omelets. As I began chopping the vegetables, Simon walked in.

“Omelets?” he asked.

“If that’s okay?”

“I love omelets.” He walked to the cabinet and pulled out the box of tea. “What should we do today?”

Without looking at him and instead focusing on the vegetables, I said, “I thought we were going to fuck all day?”