Good morning, beautiful [m/f, sensual, caffeine]

Good morning, beautiful

It’s the quiet hour before everyone wakes up, and I’m in a mood for being slow and intense and sensual in the quest for caffeine.

But you know me, I’m going to tell the world about it, that being hot.

Anyway I’m in the kitchen boiling the kettle and thinking how much I’d like to have you right behind me, being big spoon. I’ll stand on something so I’m at just the right height to rub my ass against your cock. Maybe you’re sleepy-soft, maybe you’re morning-woody, I don’t know, but I know both states like having a nice ass ground against them.

Exploring, you’d find me already rather wet, because I was having dirty thoughts from pretty much the moment I woke up today, but I’d guide your hands up to my boobs, I want you to be cupping them, taking their weight in your hands, brushing my nipples with your thumbs. I’ll deal with the caffeine and you look after the boobs.

OK you can let go of them when your coffee’s ready. I’m going to neck my first tea with one arm around your waist and planting hot-mouth tea-kisses on your nipples, and you, maybe you have your spare arm across my shoulders and stroking my neck.

We might adjourn to the bed with another cup, obviously still sitting up, we’re decaffeinated and that needs fixing, but I think we can manage the cups and a lap hug at the same time, we’re creative people…I want to be sitting astride you, legs wrapped around you, hugging you close, boobs to chest and pussy wet above your cock. Head against your shoulder, kissing the lower slopes of your neck and idly stroking your spine in between sips. Your arms around me, your breath stirring my hair, landing coffee-kisses on my face.

I don’t know how many cups of coffee it’d take to turn that into the sort of hug where you’re stiff enough to slide onto, but we’ll have however many cups it takes, because I want to be hugging you inside and out, sitting in your lap with you hard inside me, feeling you pressed against me and around me, you held warm and wet and close, kisses becoming longer and deeper and gentle fingers stroking each other.

I might start rolling my hips a little, so that you move inside me and our bodies shift against each other. Prickle of beginning sweat between us and tickle of your body hair giving us sensation to savour, between hungry kisses, tongues meeting and playing and mouths sliding and melding. I want to bite your lip while whispering your name.

I’d brace on your shoulders to rise off you and sink back onto you, taking you deeper inside me, arms round your neck and looking into your eyes. You’d know I’m trusting you with my body and my pleasure, because I’d ask you, please, after breakfast–clenching my pussy on your cock and pulling gently on one nipple, so that you make a funny growly sort of sound–after breakfast, please push me, I want you to push me into the pain zone and the cum zone, play me as you know so well how to do.

How? I don’t know. I’d rather like you to choose. Maybe it’d be pushing me to take your cock deeper in my throat than ever before, forcing me to struggle and gag. Maybe it’d involve clips on my nipples, twisting and pinching and lifting them by the clips till the pain rush pushes me into cumming. Maybe you’d get the crop out, or maybe we’d see if today’s the day you manage to fist me. You can decide over breakfast. I’ll kiss and lick and suck your cock while you’re having your post-breakfast caffeine, and when you’re ready you can help me up, kiss me tasting yourself on me, and take over.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mxiqe3/good_morning_beautiful_mf_sensual_caffeine