"I'd like to dress comfortably," she demanded, stepping into the bedroom with a belligerent look on her face.
He was there waiting for her, seated in an armchair, and with an expression that made her stop dead in her tracks.
"You took your time," was his only remark.
She tensed.
"You didn't expect me to finish getting ready in seven minutes, did you?
Of course not, since I know you're a woman."
She had a vicious desire to pound him with her fists.
But she didn't have time to do anything because he got up, walked over to her, lifted her in his arms, and laid her on the bed, upside down, before placing a tray lined with sweets next to her...: jam, melted chocolate, cream... everything was liquid.
"Time for breakfast."
He unbuckled his belt, lowered its fastener and positioned himself over her head.
He caressed her rounded lips in surprise before half-opening it and inserting it into her.
She let out a cry of astonishment, quickly stifled by this massive intrusion.
He really was enormous. Strange she hadn't torn herself apart. But she might choke.
He opened her bathrobe and feverishly caressed her breasts before lifting her buttocks and looking down at her pussy still a little wet from the shower.
"It's even pinker and fresher than yesterday."
He caressed her as he stroked her lips before languidly stroking her clitoris, and powerfully inserting a finger, then two, adopting a similar movement as his sex in her mouth.
He detached himself from her for a moment to take a bit of jam, spreading it over her sex before returning it to his mouth.
"Peach jam, your favorite."
He did the same with her pussy, which he then licked, sucked. He parted her lower lips while devouring the inside voraciously.
Then he moved on to chocolate coulis, cream, apple jelly...
Crystal, for her part, licked her sex while she rocked back and forth, making sure to clean it of all those delicious sweets, but the pleasure was even more so. So good, so deep, so innovative. She'd never experienced anything like it, even though she was experienced, albeit a little. With Jarrod, there was no more embarrassment or limit.
It was so intoxicating that she clung to him with all her might as she sucked him, greedily caressing his thighs, back, buttocks, clenching her fingers there. She was going to make him come. As for her, she'd already cum so many times she'd lost count.
Soon, they were wrestling in the same position on the big bed, rolling, changing positions, even fighting.
When he finally came, he arched his back while rolling onto his back, shaking with spasm as he emptied himself into her mouth.
When the storm finally subsided and they found their breath, Jarrod stroked her thigh and then her insides before placing a kiss on her buttocks and standing up, then helping her do the same.
"Come on, let's have a real breakfast."
"But..."
He smiled sensuously at her.
"What we've given each other isn't enough. It's even exhausted us."
Crystal rolled her eyes.
"Really, Jarrod didn't know the meaning of the word discretion."
That should have been wrong.
"But before that," he added suddenly while directing her to the bathroom, "you're going to take another little shower..."
"I know!" she said, trying to extricate herself from his hands.
"Well, I don't need to, since you've cleaned me up just fine..."
She blushed in spite of herself, which hadn't happened to her in so long that she nearly pummeled him.
"But I'll go with you anyway."
"I can wash myself!" she protested, even though she knew it was a losing battle.
"Never mind, I like to be of service."
As the tepid water poured over their bodies, still smelling of sweat, Jarrod held her against the glass wall of the huge shower cubicle, which could accommodate around ten people.
He had slid into her adroitly and now maintained a steady cadence, his torso rubbing against her aching breasts, and his firm hand holding her wrists up while the other roamed over her delicate, smooth, wet body.
He drew various figures on her clitoris as he penetrated her again and again, then his wandering hand went behind, caressing her buttocks and then the middle...
He felt his lover tense up. Surely he didn't need to ask, but he did anyway.
"Have you ever had your ass penetrated, Crystal?"
She shook her head sharply as she tried to back away when she couldn't.
"So you're still virgin there..." he quipped in an almost faraway tone.
"Yes, but don't even think about it!" she protested vigorously. "I know it's painful and...ah!"
He'd been stroking her asshole for a while, but now he'd just inserted a finger inside. Well, almost. He inserted only the first phalanx.
"So narrow."
"No, Jarrod, please." she begged as she tried to push him away, tightening her lips.
But he put his mouth on hers to silence and soothe her.
He licked her lips, then her tongue and the inside of her mouth as he pushed his finger in even further.
"Relax..." he encouraged her, "that's all I'll be doing today.
And he quickened his pace by doing the same with his finger while gagging her mouth, intertwining their tongues and breath.
Their cries were muffled as they came at the same time.
***
This time, breakfast seemed just as she'd expected. Jarrod had to maintain his body for his work and his personal pleasures...
There was everything: croissants and and crispy golden bread, herbed omelette, melted cheese, butter and peach jam...
She looked up at him briefly when she saw this, and he winked at me.
She would never...taste this jam in the same way again.
There was also juice, coffee and a big bowl of almonds.
They enjoyed their feast for a little while, when Crystal began to chat.
"Jarrod?"
"Yes?"
"Tell me about this Brad."
The young man hesitated for a split second before leaning back in his chair.
"What exactly do you want to know?"
She shrugged.
"Everything. His full name, for example, his family, what crime my father sent him to prison for, and for how long, and why he came to do what he did...all what?"
Her lover regarded her for a long time in an indecipherable way.
"And who's to say I know all that?"
The look Crystal gave him was the most eloquent of answers. He couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Oh, right. Of course I've done my research, and that only means I'm very professional."
"Yes, I know you are, that's why I'm asking you all this."
He braced himself in his seat.
"His real name is Bradley Diaz, his father is Mexican and his mother Irish. He has a younger sister who's doing very well for herself."
He emitted a brief chuckle.
"Most of the time, it's always the sister who does well and the brother whom the sister helps in any way she can. And obviously, she tried, but he was a bad seed from the start, racketing his friends at school, stealing exam papers, illegally selling stolen goods to his high school friends. A lost child like that is a lost cause. His sister finally realized this and gave up. He was bad, but he was cunning, and of course, he managed to create his own little empire selling drugs. Alas, he had the stupidity to sell drugs next to a school, there were accidents…, and this time, the police moved in. He was caught and your father, being the judge in his case, gave him the maximum sentence, i.e. thirty years. But he managed to escape from prison. He only did twenty-two years."
And Jarrod concluded with a tone of voice that caught her attention intensely."
Crystal was indeed twenty-two.
"But how did he escape?" she exclaimed contemptuously.
His grandiloquent gesture answered for her.
"All right. But is he going to take it out on everyone who's worked so hard for his imprisonment, or is it just us?"
"Your father is his main target."
He hadn't really answered, but no matter.
She ran a delicate hand through her sun-kissed hair.