Morning Practice

I wake to the smell of pancakes and the sound of music coming from the kitchen. The coolness of the mattress beside me suggests she’s been up for a while already.

Her voice filters into the bedroom, humming along to the song on her phone as I hear something sizzling, followed by the smell of sausage starting to cook.

My stomach growls, but that’s not the part of me that is most alert right now. Last night had been a late night for both of us– a dinner, a party, a long drive home, a conversation about the future. What we wanted and what we didn’t.

We wanted each other, that much was clear. And we wanted something more too, something we’d discussed more than once but had always decided to wait just a little while longer, until the time was right. Until last night.

My pajama pants bulge noticeably as I pad out of the bedroom, careful to keep my steps light as I make my way to the kitchen.

She is beautiful in the morning light, her red hair glowing as she bustles about. She’s already dressed for the day ahead, a long-sleeved sweater in sage green with the sleeves bunched up at her forearms and a white skirt that twitches with each sway of her hips.

I watch her for a little while like that, hardly believing she’s real. Hardly believing that the words we spoke the night before are real either.

“I already wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, Duncan” she’d told me, her breath soft on my skin as we lay together in the twilight between waking and sleeping. “Now I’m sure. I want to have a child with you.”

Suddenly wide awake, my heart thudded as her fingers ran through my chest hair.

“Aubrey, are you serious? You- you do?”

She tilted her head up to me, lips seeking mine.

“What about you?” She whispered after our kiss. “Is that what you want still?”

“There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about it.”

She kissed me again, her body melting into mine.

“Well, loverboy… guess we should get working on that then…”

She’s asleep before I can respond, looking so angelic that I don’t dare disturb her, even as my erection threatens to burst free of my pajamas. Despite my own exhaustion, sleep had been a long time coming.

It’s worth it though to see her like this, moving through the kitchen as gracefully as a dancer, a smile on her face as she makes us breakfast.

From my vantage point in the doorway I watch as she tips the sausages onto two plates already piled high with pancakes before moving to the sink to scrub the dirty pan.

Now’s my chance!

I slip into the kitchen behind her, the sound of running water covering up steps. Slowly I kneel down behind her as she leans into the sink, scouring the last of the grease away.

She jumps when I take her thighs in my hands, hiking up her skirt at the same time.

“Gah! Where did you come from?!”

I don’t answer– at least, not with words. Not when there’s something far more interesting to do with my tongue. With her skirt around her waist I realize that she’s not wearing any underwear, and with her bent over as she is, her perfect, pretty pussy is just inches away, lips slightly parted by the way her body is bent over the sink.

Maybe she just didn’t feel like wearing them today.

Or maybe she was hoping something like this would happen…

My tongue makes contact and she starts again. A sharp intake of breath, followed by a slow easing backward as I explore her folds.

“Someone’s hungry,” she teases, setting the pan down with a clatter. I lift her up for a better angle, my tongue starting to probe even further into her depths. I’m met with a moan that rumbles through her body as she braces herself on the countertop, her thighs vibrating with the force of it.

That just makes me hungrier.

I revel in the taste of her, gripping her thighs tightly as I worship her with my tongue. The water cuts off and the kitchen fills now with the sound of her breathing, which grows more and more rapid with every passing moment.

“Is this about… last night…?”

“Mmmhmmmm.” My reply is muffled by her thighs, but she hears it even so. Hears it and pushes back even harder on my tongue, grinding herself against me.

“You were serious about… oh fuck, right there… about getting started soon, huh?”

“Mmmhmmmm,” I hum again, flicking my tongue across her clit and making her gasp at the sudden contact.

“What are you waiting for then?”

I nibble her thigh playfully in response, slowly working my way up her back. She giggles when I give her butt a squeeze and curses when I run my tongue up the ticklish spot on her side, swatting me on the head.

“Jerk!” She exclaims, leaning back into my arms as I circle them around her waist.

“Good morning to you too,” I murmur into her neck, pressing my hardness against her.

“You don’t want to wait until after breakfast?”

“No.”

I see the way she bites her lip in the reflection of the kitchen window, her eyes smouldering with approval.

“I guess I didn’t cook any eggs, did I?”

“I’m hoping you have at least one ready anyway.”

My cock slides into her an inch at a time as I savor the sensation of penetration without a condom for the first time in several years. She sighs as I move more deeply into her, arching her back so that her ass presses against me, tilting her head to kiss my cheek as I start to thrust, still with my arms wrapped around her stomach.

“So good…” she murmurs. “So, so good…”

“Is this what you want?”

She nods, her soft hair caressing my face. “And you?”

“Yes.”

Another heated look in the window. Another inch of me slides into her.

“It’s a big change,” she says, her hips rocking backward now, meeting my every thrust.

“I believe in us. I love you so much.”

“Mmm, I love you too. Fuck, keep doing– right there, you’re rubbing that spot… holy…”

I keep doing exactly what I am doing until I feel her body tense around me, her knuckles going white as she grips the countertop.

“Yes! Mmmffuuck yes!”

I don’t stop when her pussy clenches hard around me either as her orgasm crashes over her. Her moan fills the kitchen as I fuck her through her climax, just the way I know she likes it.

I know I won’t be far behind her. Her body is giving me all the signals that it wants me, that it wants my seed. But just as I’m about to speed up a little, to bring both of us to the natural conclusion, she pulls away. My cock trembles with the loss of sensation.

“Aubs?”

“Wait,” she breathes, turning to face me and putting a hand on my chest. “I want to see it. I want to watch when you do it.”

With a mighty growl I pick her up, setting her on the counter and pulling her legs onto my shoulders. She leans back onto her elbows as I enter her again, her breasts rising and falling in time with my strokes.

True to her word, she locks eyes with me as I pick up my pace.

“Not long now,” I warn her through clenched teeth. In truth I’m barely hanging on as it is– her body seems determined to wring every last drop out of me.

“Show me,” she urges. “Show me how much you want to put a baby in me.”

“Aubrey!” I shout her name into the kitchen as I explode into her, filling her with exactly what she wants. She takes one of my hands in hers, squeezing hard as another orgasm rocks through her on the heels of the first, both of us climaxing together.

Her inner walls squeeze me tight, urging every drop of my seed into her waiting womb. Even after my cock has stopped twitching I feel her body pulsing around me.

“I don’t want to let you go,” she whispers, echoing what her body seems to be saying.

“You won’t be.” I kiss her gently, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “But we should eat that breakfast you made before it gets cold.”

She flashes a smile, pulling me down for another kiss.

“Sure you don’t want eggs? I could scramble some in no time.”

“From now on the only eggs I want are fertilized ones.”

She nibbles my lip as she laughs quietly.

“You’re making dad jokes already.”

“Just getting some practice in.”

“Mmhmm. You know, it might take a few tries to get it to take.”

“Well, you know I love to practice.”

She stands, her skirt falling down around her thighs as she stands on her tiptoes to give me a final kiss.

“Let’s eat. Then maybe we can get another practice round in before grocery shopping.”

“Sounds like a good day to me.”

“Yeah,” she says softly, resting her head on my chest. “Sounds like a good day to me too.”