Breakfast

The sound of the doorbell is faint and distant, but I know it is not a dream because there was a pause and I heard it again.  I get up and make my way downstairs wondering who was waking me up at 6:00 am.  I look out the window and see him standing there.  I am slightly surprised as I open the door to greet him.  “Hi.”

“Hello.  I thought I would stop by and bring you breakfast,” he said.

I reach out and embrace him and hold him like I haven’t done so in a long time and honestly, I haven’t.  I savor his scent, his touch.  As I stand there holding him in my robe and teddy, the thought crosses my mind that this shouldn’t be happening.  His strong arms feel so amazing around my body.  I squeeze him hard, and he does the same to me.  I can fell his hard-on against my leg.  If he only knew how wet I was at that moment.  He interrupts my thought process.

“Breakfast?”

“No,” I politely decline, “you can set that the stuff in the kitchen.”  I want him to hold me as I prance my way upstairs and let him settle the bags in the kitchen.  I glance over my shoulder, and out of the corner of my eye I see him watching me walk.  I get to my room and get cozy in my bed as he is undressing.  I watch innocently as he removes his shirt, and his tattoos and piercings excite me instantly.  I can feel the wetness in between my legs start to build.  As soon as he enters the bed I want those strong arms around me, and the moment they are, safety fills my heart.

We begin to make small talk and inside my head I am hearing what is being said, but all I can think about is how his words seem to resonate with my body.  I can feel them in my breasts, clit, and back of my neck.  I want him to shut up and kiss me.  I know that kiss will change everything for the both of us, and I want to stop it.  But I love him; I always have.  He can sense my desire, and as he is talking he begins to pet my hair and caress my skin.

What seems like forever is really only minutes, and then it happens.  He is mid-sentence when our eyes lock and hold for a second longer than they should have, and he reaches over and pulls me close, putting those full gorgeous lips against my body.  Every part of my body has found its way to the party as his soft strong hands grab my frame and pull me closer.  My nipples start to harden, and as we are kissing I can feel my legs part to make room for him.  It has been a while since I was with him, or any other man for that matter.  I am overwhelmed with ecstasy as his lips work my body like they belong there.  My neck, nipples, stomach, and thighs all get to feel them while he lets his hands join in the fun by matching each kiss with a soft touch on my body.

Then as if caught off guard, his fingers brush the top of my clit and for the first time I let out a soft moan of pleasure.  My clit continues to swell, and I can hear the throbbing of it ringing in my ears.  How in the hell does he know how to activate my body this way?  Hell, I don’t even know how to make me react like this!  I don’t know the answer, but I do know this:  I want him inside me, and I want it now.  But he won’t stop rubbing and kissing me; he is in full control of me and knows it.  As he continues to rub my clit in soft, full circles and strokes he takes his finger and slides my dripping wet pussy open and slips in his finger.  My legs clamp around his hand out of pleasure and a bit of surprise as my mind was focused on my clit and other parts of my body that are feeling amazing.

The stroke of his fingers causes my legs to move.  I arch a bit as he starts to massage my G-spot.  His free hand is still exploring me, and we are passionately kissing when his lips decide to travel downward, and in a second our “lips” have met again.  He takes his hand out and replaces it with his tongue.  Licking up all my wetness and at the same time massaging my clit in rhythm with the rest of my body, it is like he is in harmony with me, changing speeds from fast to slow, from circles to strokes, and from kissing to sucking.  The tension in my body starts to build as he continues eating me, rubbing me, making me feel like I am the greatest thing in the world.  “Oh, my god!” I cry out as my orgasm starts to peak, and I begin to release a river in his mouth.  My back begins to arch, and I lock my legs tightly around his head as I scream out loud and begin to shutter.  My breathing is erratic, my body is spastic in ecstasy, and he isn’t even inside of me yet.

He moves his head up and starts kissing my stomach, and then my breasts before finding his ways back to my lips.  I can feel his hard cock between my legs and, like a moth to a flame, it finds my wet pussy waiting for him.  I feel him slip in me, and it is a bit tight.  As I snugly wrap around him, he begins to thrust slowly in and out in a long, deep motion.  I feel my kegel muscles kick in surprisingly, and it only heightens the experience of his being inside of me.  I love having him this close to me.  As he is inside me, I run my fingernails down his back and nibble on his ear, whispering how good he feels to me.  As he pushes deeper inside me, faster, I can feel myself beginning to climax as he continues to thrust.  Then he changes pace and starts to push deep in me.  I feel him throbbing; he is going to come.  I whisper in his ear to come inside me, and with his next stroke I feel the warmth of him release inside me.

It was at this moment that I thought to myself, Why can’t all mornings start with a breakfast this good?