Breakfast is served [M38F38]

You wake up before me, slip on a robe, and go to the kitchen to start the coffee. You sense my animal heat as I enter the room, step behind you. My left arm wraps you tight beneath your breasts. My right hand gently but firmly pushes your head to the left, pulls back your hair to expose your neck. You feel my lips, soft at first just beneath your ear. By the time I move my head down your neck to your shoulder, you’re feeling my tongue and teeth. My robe is open. My swollen cock rests between your cheeks.

It would be quick, so intense you can imagine it only in brief images: your knees on the stool, your hands gripping the island. The robe ripped down your shoulders, exposing your tits to the cool morning breeze. My left hand gently cupping your throat. My middle finger sliding into your mouth with the same rhythm you’ll soon feel below. My right hand cupping you, my middle finger digging in, and sliding out to your clit. The robe hitched up to your waist. My hands leaving the rest of you so I can dig my thumbs into your ass and grip your hips. Your inner muscles grasping and welcoming me as I slide inside. The sunlight and cool air bathing your bouncing tits. Our shared explosion—intense, but over all too quickly.

“Stop”, you say. You turn around and push me back. “Make it last.” You move to the table and face me. You undo the string of your robe and lean back. The robe is closed, but inviting to be moved. You have a chair in front of you. “Sit. Take your time.”

I sit. I slide my hands up your thighs and squeeze them briefly so you can feel my barely repressed hunger for your body. I spread your legs, moving so you can push your feet past my chest. Your toes grip the back of my chair. I give your knees little licks and nibbles as they move past my ears. I go under your robe and cup your lower ass cheeks in my palms.

My hands come out slide up over the fabric of your robe. As I pass over your breasts, I feel your nipples rise up. I pinch them and feel your back arch. Finding the hem of your robe, I pause and smile. I hear your breath hitch in anticipation. I yank open your robe so your body is completely exposed before me. Is it the sudden cool air that makes you shiver, or something else?

I nuzzle your neck. I take your earlobe into my mouth and bite it. Suck and tug it. I let go and return to soft kisses on your neck. Soft nibbles on your shoulder. You return the same to me. We take our time. I feel your nipples, stiff, almost scraping my chest begging to touched.

My hands slide down your chest to your perfect handfuls. I grip your tits. Then I slide my fingers over your areolas, feeling them pebble beneath my finger tips. I want you so badly. But I’m enjoying taking my time.

My hands begin massaging your tits, my thumbs enjoying the sensation and sight of your hard nipples pressed in, and popping back out. I set my tongue on the outer edge of your right areola. My tongue slowly traces a spiral toward your nipple. You see my lips close over your tit and feel my tongue flicking your nipple. I nibble. Then I open my mouth completely and keep eye contact with you as I do long slow licks across your tits, occasionally squeezing and digging my fingernails into their outer edges.

You move your calves over my shoulders, arching your back and begging me to go lower. Your nipples are rock hard and aimed at the ceiling. You bring my thumbs back to them.

I move my head lower. My right hand caresses the sweet softness of your tummy. I move my head back and forth and give it soft kisses. You feel my eyelashes dancing across it.

My hands slide down your hips. My fingertips dig into your ass. I sit, my head between your spread legs.

I tease you, sliding the tip of my tongue from your belly button to your slit. I’m licking your outer labia, up and down. Up and down. My hands continue massaging your ass cheeks beneath me.

Your thighs quiver in anticipation against my ears. You want to move your hand to open your pussy for me, but your fingers are gripping the table. You moan, move your hips and scoot your pussy closer, begging me to open your lower lips.

I bring up my hands and press my thumbs against your outer labia, parting your lips and releasing the sweet juices you’ve already built up behind a dam of pleasure. We make eye contact. I put my tongue out wide and lick your slit from bottom to top. Your abs contract and your knees go up with the blasting wave of your first orgasm.

Your juices run into my beard. I stand up to kiss you. You suck my tongue and lick your pleasure from my face. My head returns below.

I tighten my tongue to a narrow muscle and penetrate your slit while my upper teeth rest against your clit. You feel my teeth brush against it and your swelling hood with each thrust of my tongue. My hands slide upward to your tits, finger tips pointing pinching and occasionally tugging your nipples. My tongue and fingers beat a rhythm of pleasure you feel tingling in waves across your body.

I pull my head back and give your throbbing clit my full tongue. It’s hard to tell when the second orgasm begins. It builds and bursts like a long wave going back and forth between your bit lip and your feet. Your toes curl against the back of my chair.

Your back arches. You release one hand and rake it through my thick hair. You push my head back. You pull me upward for a kiss. We share your sweet nectar across our tongues.

You grip the table again. We make eye contact. Fuck me, you say almost in a whisper.

I move back and stand up. I open my robe. You lean forward and caress my cock in your hands. You run your hands along my shaft and dance them along my head. Your fingers become slick with my pre-cum. You reach up and grip the back of my head with your left hand, pulling our heads close. Breathing heavily, eyes locked, you suck my pre-cum from your fingers. You push your fingers into my mouth and pull them out slowly. You lean back again and grip the sides of the table. “Do it.”

I lift your legs up against my chest. You playfully wrap your feet against the back of my neck.

I tease you with my cock, dragging my head down your mound and slit. Your labia caress my shaft. I’m taking in the view, from your creamy thighs wrapped around my body to your blue eyes, and teeth biting your lower lip. I want to tease you more. but you’re so fucking sexy. I need you.

You’re so wet that I easily slide into you. I move my left hand up to caress your left tit. My right hand wraps around your thigh so my thumb can beat a pulse against your clit.

I start slow, but build a rhythm thrusting inside you, caressing your tit, and rubbing your clit. Your knuckles are white against the table edges. Your thighs begin to buckle. It only brings me deeper inside you. My God, you’re so fucking good. I delayed and teased because I know I won’t last long with the sensation of your tight walls gripping my shaft.

You feel my well defined ridge practically carving your g-spot. Your legs squeeze tighter. Your hips pump. You’re fucking me as much as I’m fucking you. And you are such a hot fuck.

We climax together, a burst of hot cum inside you as your walls grip me deep. My cock and your inner muscles spasm, throb – each pulse another small orgasm.

We almost black out briefly from the pleasure. I slide out of you and collapse back into the seat. Your legs come down, but remain wrapped against my back. I lean against you, our juices wet against my chest and your thighs.

I rest my face on the soft pillow of your tummy. I kiss it. We lay like this, you tousling my hair, catching our breath, before we clean up in the shower. We go back to your bed and spoon, your left hand on the dimple of my thigh and my hand caressing your perfect tits, and fall into a blissfully exhausted sleep