Coffee first
I was feeling good in nothing but a silky, skimpy pair of black lace panties when I found him in the kitchen brewing coffee.
I pulled open his robe and pressed my body to his, rubbing my hips against the morning bulge. “Did you sleep well?” I purred, kissing him. He answered with a kiss, our lips parting, tongues tangling. The soft bulge grew harder.
I kissed his neck, teasing with my tongue. Then down his chest. Dropping to my knees, I pulled his underwear down, getting a good one-eye wink.
He groaned, as I wrapped my lips around the half hard, half waiting length. I moaned, sucking him as deep as I could. My hand wrapped around the base. I fucked him with my mouth. My tongue worked the underside of him.
Taking a moment to breathe, I pulled back, jerking him with my hand. “I want — “ My words choked off by a wave of arousal. “I want you to come all over me.”
Before he replied, I took him back in my mouth. Harder, deeper, faster. More, more, more. Yes, he moaned, pushing into me little by little.
“Wait,” he shuddered to a stop. I leaned back, looking into his eyes. His hand around mine, staring at each other, we stroked him quickly to the peak. I glanced down to see the white, hot spurts splashing on my skin. Eyes flicked to his face, slack with pleasure.
My pussy throbbed with unrealized desire. That was for later.
Coffee first.