Morning Song

Morning song

Caitlyn bit her lip and eased her way out from underneath the solid brawn of Braden’s arm. He stirred and she held her breath, waiting for the rhythm of his breath to even again before inching out of bed. Padding into the kitchen she pushed the window above the sink open and closed her eyes as the cool breeze filtered through to caress her skin. It was unseasonably warm for mid-March in Chicago and nothing smelled better than the first hint of spring after a long, grueling winter.

A smile played on her lips as she added water, vanilla and ground cinnamon to the coffee pot’s tank and hit the button. It was just a small touch, a concoction Braden teasingly referred to as her French Toast Blend, but it made him happy.

“What’re you doing?”

She jumped at the deep and unexpected rumble of his voice. Busted. Before she could turn to face him his body pressed against hers, his solid bulk pinning her against the counter. Strong arms encircled her, and she shivered with delight as he chuckled against her ear.

“Morning, Caity Bug. What did I tell you about sneaking off?”

She colored and lowered her head. “I’m sorry, Brae. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

“I think I’d prefer you in bed. Do you know what today is?”

“St. Patrick’s Day?”

“Very good, a ghrá mo chroí.” He turned her in his arms, his pale green eyes dancing with amusement as he stared down at her. “What are you waiting for? I’m Irish and definitely getting impatient.”

Grinning at his wink, Caitlyn leaned up on her tiptoes to steal a kiss. Heat spiraled through her core as his tongue parted her lips and his big paws cradled her ass, melding her body against his. The warm masculine scent that was uniquely him mingled with the vanilla, crisp cinnamon, and coffee wafting through the kitchen. Groaning into her mouth, he lifted her in his arms. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, a loud gasp pushing past her lips as her bare bottom settled against the sink’s cold metal rim. She squirmed, trying to rock off the numbing strip. Braden pinned her hips with an ominous chuckle.

“It’s hot or cold, little girl. Your choice.”

Lowering her lashes in a demure sweep, she resisted the urge to ask for both. He parted her thighs, sweeping away the ability to think of anything else but him. The raw desire in his eyes humbled and frightened her in the same breath.

“I ever tell you how good you look in my CFD shirts?”

Caitlyn laughed, engulfing his neck in a hug. Resting her forehead against his she kissed the tip of his nose. “All the time.”

“I need to get a new line.”

A finger curved under her chin, lifting it to his. Braden’s mouth slashed against hers, a hungry growl rumbling from his lips. The hard evidence of his arousal poked demandingly against her belly. She leaned into him, encouraged by the grip of his hands as he ground her against him. He lifted her with ease, pressing her back against the kitchen wall. Caitlyn’s arms wrapped around his neck holding on as Braden shed his pants. Shifting her, he brought her down, impaling her slowly on his thick shaft.

Her head fell back with a gasp. Biting her lip, she whimpered, waiting for her body to adjust to his massive size. Caitlyn writhed in his muscled arms, seeking a way to ease the fullness and pressure. Pushing deeper, Braden groaned against her ear, holding position, his body throbbing inside hers. Her breath came in ragged pants. Fisting his thick, dark hair, she pleaded, though she had no idea what for.

Braden’s chuckle fueled her desire. She almost sobbed with relief when he lifted her up and began rocking into her body. Using his wide shoulders as leverage, she posted up and down, assisting the determined drive of his hips. It didn’t take them long to find their rhythm. Molten heat spiraled through her core, her cries mingling with the metallic song of the wind chimes he’d hung above the sink. Braden’s thrusts stabbed deeper and he picked up the pace. A few more determined plunges and she bordered on the precipice, until a final stroke against her clit drove her over the edge.

Caitlyn’s mouth opened in a strangled scream, fingers tightening as her body shattered with a forceful climax. She twisted in his arms, no longer able to make a sound as he plundered her with abandon. Braden’s pleasured growls grew to a deafening roar. Slamming into her, he stilled, the muscles in his mighty back tensing with his release. Breathless, she clung to him; his head fell forward against the wall with a moan, his breathing still ragged and uneven beside her ear.

“Naughty little leprechaun,” he chided, giving her ass a firm swat before he eased her to her feet.

Rubbing some of the fire out of her stinging cheeks, Caitlyn tried not to giggle.

“I love you, Brae.”

“Love you too, Caity Bug. I’ll take that breakfast now,” he said with a wink.



~WC 863

Prompt: Senses. Include the smell of cinnamon, the feeling of metal, and the sound of windchimes.