My heartbeat quickened as I approached your apartment building, anticipation growing as I rang the doorbell. No going back now — not that I wanted to. I’d been looking forward to this morning for weeks.
The familiar air freshener-scented lobby greeted me, and I climbed the stairs. As you opened the door, I was struck again by your specific brand of handsomeness — pale skin, paler than mine, the strongest jawline I’d ever seen, and piercing, icy blue eyes. Not at all my usual type, but damn, it was working for me.
The plan had been for us to make breakfast together, but it seems we both had other ideas.
You unzipped my heavy winter coat and pushed me up against the foyer wall, pinning my hands above my head with one of your own. You kissed me deeply, hungrily. With your body pressed against mine, I could feel the warmth of your cock straining against your jeans. Clearly, you’d been waiting on this morning with anticipation as well. This was going to be fun.
You slid one hand under my sweater, unhooking my bra with ease. You released my hands and quickly removed my coat and sweater, leaving me topless and exposed. Instinctively, I used my hands to cover my breasts.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” You growled.
“It’s cold!” I protested.
“I can fix that,” you replied.
Kneeling down slightly, you wrapped your lips around a nipple, using your other hand to gently roll and pinch the other with your fingers. The warm wetness of your mouth was a delicious contrast to the cold outside, and I moaned softly as I ran my fingers through your hair.
“Mmm,” I sighed. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” you replied.
“How about I show you how much I’ve missed you?”
Grabbing the waistband of your jeans, I turned us both around so your back was now against the wall, taking my place. I slowly unbuttoned your jeans as I teasingly trailed my fingers along your waistband, and heard your breath quicken in anticipation of what was to come. Kneeling down, I released your hard cock from its cotton constraints, and trailed my tongue along your shaft before taking you deep inside my mouth.
“Fuck,” you breathed. You almost never swore, which made it that much hotter when you did. “Let me see those beautiful eyes while you suck my cock.”
Looking up at you, I watched your eyes roll back in pleasure, and you groaned loudly as you reached down to hold my hair with both hands, guiding me.
I relaxed my throat, wrapping my tongue around your cock as you thrust in and out. I circled my fingers around your shaft as I sucked, knowing how much you liked this. As if on cue, your moans escalated, and I prepared for you to finish. But suddenly, you stopped.
“No way I’m letting this end before it begins,” you said. Pulling me into a standing position, you kissed me deeply, then picked me up and carried me into the kitchen, depositing me on the countertop. You peeled off my jeans, making some comment about how skinny jeans were making it harder for everyone these days. I giggled in agreement.
“I love that laugh,” you said. Pushing the fabric of my panties aside, you traced the folds of my
pussy with a few fingers. I was unbelievably, almost embarrassingly wet, my panties soaked through.
“Mmm, breakfast,” you said with a wink. Withdrawing your fingers, you slowly licked them clean, never breaking eye contact with me. “You taste so good,” you murmured. “I think I’ll need a second helping.”
Removing my ruined panties and bending over slightly, you started licking and flicking my clit with your tongue while your fingers resumed their position inside me, coaxing me closer to orgasm. I held a fistful of your hair in my hands, pressing you deeper into me. Within minutes, I was done for. I came fast and hard, waves of pleasure radiating from my pussy as it contracted repeatedly around your fingers.
“God, I love feeling you come,” you said, pleased with yourself. “Now it’s my turn.”
You pulled me off the countertop and turned me around, using one of your knees to spread my legs wide. With one swift thrust, your cock filled me from behind. With my legs already shaky from my previous orgasm, I was grateful to have the support of the countertop in front of me. I gripped the edge and came up onto my tiptoes, deepening the angle of your penetration and giving you a full view of my ass. You gave it a few hard slaps, making me whimper with delight.
Finally, you grabbed both of my hips with your hands and pounded me onto your cock, moaning and gasping with pleasure as you flooded my pussy with each thrust. Utterly spent, you bent over to rest your upper body against my back, keeping yourself inside me as you recovered. I inhaled your scent deeply, Dove soap and sweet perspiration creating an intoxicating cocktail.
“Now, how about those eggs?” You offered, nuzzling my neck and trailing a few fingers along my shoulder blade. “I think we’ve definitely earned them now. Besides, we’re already in the kitchen.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rrbsiv/breakfast_for_two_mf