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The Next Morning
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The Next Morning The Next Morning The next morning, I wake up before you. You rolled away in the night, but your hand still rests on my arm and your foot is pushed up against my calf. I smile and crawl out of bed, trying not to disturb your sleep. I walk to your side of the bed. Grabbing the covers, I pull them closer to you and kiss your cheek. You move a little bit, pulling the blanket into your body before drifting back to sleep. Quietly I walk from the room, into the bathroom where I splash water on my face before looking into the mirror. Walking back into the bedroom, I gather up our clothes from the night before as well as the rest of your laundry. Before leaving to put them through the wash, I set out a pair of my pj bottoms and a loose shirt for you. Starting the wash, I put on a pair of gym shorts as I walk into the kitchen. Turning on the burners, I pull out 2 skillets, one for bacon and one for eggs. When the bacon is almost done I drop two pieces of bread for toast. Grabbing a plate I add your eggs, bacon and buttered toast. Using a cookie sheet as a tray, I set your plate, silverware, a glass of milk (and a Mt. Dew just in case) down on it. Carrying it into the room I place it on my end table before sitting on the bed and leaning over to you. I gently kiss your neck; once, twice, three times before you even stir. I sit back a little as your head turns towards me and your eyes open. Smiling, I say, “Good morning beautiful.” You mumble back, “Morning.” As you start to roll over, I lay my arm across your body stopping you. Quietly, I say, “Last night must have been exhausting, you’ve slept almost 12 hours. It is 2:23 now, and I brought you brunch.” Clutching the blanket to your chest, you sit up saying, “I’m up! I’m up! Now can I get my clothes?” “No.” “Why not? I’m not eating naked.” “Well unless you want to wear wet clothes, you will have to wear those (pointing at the stuff I set out), because your stuff is in the wash.” “OK, well could you at least hand them to me?” I do. Then, propping a pillow on the wall, I lean against it and put the food in my lap. You slip the shirt on, letting the blanket fall back to the bed. Leaving the bottoms alone, you slide back to me, resting against my body. I hand you the tray. I say, “Lean forward a sec.” I slide so I have a leg along each of yours, wrapping my hands around your waist and pull you back against me. “OK, you may lean back now.” You do, I wrap one arm completely around your waist, while the others tracing the skin of your thigh between your hip and the tray. You quickly push my hand flat, making my fingers brush the inside of your thigh. Glancing at me, you say, “EXCUSE ME Mister, You WILL behave, while I eat, is that understood?” I simply nod yes. You begin to eat. Grabbing the last slice of bacon, you slide the tray onto the empty spot in the bed. Finishing the bacon you lay your head back on my shoulder and close your eyes. You say, “I want to go back to sleep, but I don’t think that you will let me.” “Of course I will, but I thought you might like to shower and do your hair before we go to meet the others.” “Have YOU showered yet?” “No, I will shower as you do your hair.” “OK, go start the water and I will be up in a minute.” But you don’t move. “You know I can’t do anything unless you let me up.” “I know; I’m comfortable though.” But you lean forward anyway. I unwrap my arm from your waist, but my hand on your hip traces along the inner thigh, glancing off your vagina as I withdraw completely. You ball your hand into a fist and back hand my chest. “Now what did I do to deserve that?” “You know damn well what you did.” “I’m positive I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Smiling I jump away from you. A few seconds later you hear the water turn on and I walk back in. “I set it to my shower temp, it should be ready by the time you get in there.” Grabbing the tray I leave. You walk into the bathroom, almost closing the door. You drop my shirt on the counter, step into the tub, you turn the shower head on, and step away. As you draw the curtain tight, you say, “I’m going to need a towel, you didn’t replace them.” I peak in the door, “Did you say something about a towel?” From behind the curtain I hear “Yes, please.” I’m gone for a few seconds, returning I say, “They will be on the towel<b> rack.</font></b>” “Thank you. Now would you just do as we both know you want to?” “And what would that be?” “Get in the fucking shower with me, you asshole!” “Yes ma’am.” Dropping my shorts where I was standing, I slide into the shower and immediately get a soap bottle thrust into my chest. Feigning pain, I step forward, wrapping an arm around you, I pick you up, and set you down behind me. “What? I needed the water.” You half glare at me, “Next time ask!” “As you wish.” Fully soaked now, I say “You may have it back now.” We shimmy past each other and I start lathering up. Placing my hands on your hips, I walk us forward, and rinse the soap from my body. Tilting my head back I let the water run down my body. You lean forward to grab the conditioner, you have to half step back, pressing your ass against me. Smiling to yourself, you gently rotate your hips from side to side; you stop suddenly, stand up and face me. “How are you still soft? I am naked, inches in front of you, and I know you want to fuck me!” Looking back into your eyes, “Yes, I want to fuck you, I’m fighting to behave while we are busy. . . Wait a second, you are saying I can?” You kiss me, smiling you turn around and say, “Maybe.” Then go back to your hair. After rinsing your hair, you turn around, wrap your arms around me, and turn us as you kiss me. Once you are out of the running water, you turn away, extend your leg and rest your foot on the edge of the tub. As you begin to shave, you wobble a little and say, “Is there any way I can get a little support here?” I step forward until your ass is against me, wrap my left arm about your waist, and place my right hand on your hip. “I don’t know if you can get a little support.” You lean forward and start anew. Every motion you make, causes you to rub against me. You get about mid-thigh, stopping you give me a sideways glance. You run one hand between your legs, until your fingers wrap around my length. “That’s what I thought.” You release me and finish shaving your leg. Drawing your left back, you stand and gently squeeze my length between your thighs, and against you. You lean back on my shoulder and kiss me as you slowly slide away, as I am about to slip from between your thighs, you stop and force out bodies together. You whisper, “Sorry, but if I don’t stop now, I am not going to.” Again, you place your foot on the side of the tub, and lean forward as you begin on the other leg. As you finish, you lean forward to set the razor down, I lean forward with you, kissing from your between your shoulder-blades to the small of your back, as my hand around your waist slides to your breast, and the one on your hip slides to your inner thigh. I kiss my way up your back as my hand finds you. As my lips reach the gap between your shoulder blades, my tip presses against your opening. You are tight and unprepared as I slowly force myself into you. You whisper, “Ouch!” trying not to let me hear you, but I do and I begin to withdraw. Feeling this you say, “NO! Don’t, just let me start us.” You reach back, wrapping your hands around my thighs and pulling me back into you. Your nails dig into my skin as you force me into you. Releasing my thighs you grab my arms and wrap them around you. Pulling me against you, you whisper, “Give me a minute, and please don’t pull out, I like where you are.” We just stand there, until you move forward a little and then back, repeating this until over half of me leaves your body each time. You stop as you make me enter you again. You turn your face to me; you kiss my cheek and whisper “I think I am ready now. . .” As you whisper this, you take your foot off the edge of the tub and lean forward, placing your hands on the wall. My hands slip to your hips, gently gripping. I pull back, and push all the way into you, again and again, increasing in speed and force with every stroke, until I can go no faster and fear hurting you if I go any harder. Your knees buckle and the only thing that keeps us up is my hold on your hips. Breathing almost as heavily as I am, you gasp “STOP! My legs . . . Can’t stand. . .” Pulling out, I feel you quiver, and I help you to the tubs edge to sit. I turn the now cold water off and reach for the towels; I drape yours over your shoulders and quickly dry myself. I throw my towel on the counter. Helping you stand, I walk to the counter, which you lean against. I lean against you, and kiss you. “Well, I guess I’ll have to finish myself, that way at least one of us can walk straight in an hour.” You just look at me, “What are you talking about, finish yourself ‘pfft’ I only said that I couldn’t stand anymore.” You lift yourself onto the counter, wrap your legs around my back and pull me to you as you reach down and guide me into you. You pull me as far in as the position allows. Leaning forward you whisper in my ear “Fair is fair, I got mine, get yours!” We both smile as I whisper back, “As you wish, my goddess.” You smile even more as you remember those talks, but I interrupt your thoughts as I kiss you and begin to slide in and out of you, not fast or hard like before, but as you slide closer to the edge both increase a little. Your nails dig into my back, you bite your lips and your head flies back as you orgasm again. I smile as you clench around me. As you lower your face to mine again, our lips meet and I taste blood on your lips. It awakens the beast we all have locked away. I pull back from the kiss and slide my arms behind your knees. I lift up; you put one hand on the counter and lean your head and shoulders on the wall. I slide into you, harder and faster than before. I feel your nails breaking the flesh on my back, but I only go faster and harder. Your body clenches around me as I explode within you. You smile as you feel the warmth inside of you. You lean forward to kiss me as I push you fully onto the counter, releasing your legs. Once our lips part, I pull out of you, I immediately fall to the closest wall, leaving a small blood streak in my wake. You slide from the counter looking worried; for once it is you who asks, “Are you OK?” before kissing me. Our lips part and I’m smiling “Babe, I am better than ok, I just need to recuperate from that and I think that both of us are in serious need of a real shower.” You can’t help but grin at that, “Agreed!” |
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