It’s Friday morning, you’re still in bed.
I’m in the kitchen perfecting my pancake technique – wearing nothing but an apron. The kettle is on and soon the smell of fresh pressed coffee ☕ will arouse you from your slumber. You’re probably exhausted, from working and from what we were doing the night before. So it’s alright for you to sleep in. You work hard to take care of our family..
3 minutes goes by and the perfect cup of coffee is ready. It’s organic and fair trade because we both care. Perfectly timed for our morning together.
I fix you a plate ?, load a bowl, and slowly open the bedroom door. Tip toe into the room and set the plate down on the night stand.
“Good morning my love” I say, unaware that you are already in fact awake.
I feel your arm wrap around my hips and you pull me into bed with you. Holding me, you kiss the little mole on the back of my neck. I push my body into yours. Your cock is already rock hard and throbbing. As I snuggle in closer, I can’t help but start to grind on it. I’m already wet. I’d been thinking about last night while I was making you breakfast. Now grinding on your cock has me getting wetter and wetter.
You grab me by the hips:
“Is this what you want?” you say as you slide just the tip of your cock into my tight slit.
Your other hand reaches up and you grab my hair. I let out a small moan, and try to not forget about the pancakes.
With your hand on my hips and the other entangled in my hair, you pull me back onto your shaft. Burying it all the way inside me.
“I’ve made pancakes and coffee” – I say whimpering.
“What if I’m hungry for something else?” you reply as you thrust into me again.
I let out another moan.
I live for our mornings like this.
You pick me up and toss me down on my back. My legs fall open exposing my sweet cunt. You begin kissing the inside of my thigh, making your way closer and closer until your mouth finds its way to my slit. Your tongue slides up and down – teasing me.
My legs begin to shake as you begin sucking on my clit. My pussy is getting hotter and wetter and you can feel that I’m close. You slow down and slide your fingers inside me- gently fucking me with your hand. My tight snatch squeezing your fingers.
I can’t help it.
I’m cumming – my pussy throbs extending into a full body orgasm.
But your not done with me. Sliding your cock back into me, you reach up and grab my neck and squeeze.
“I love you” you say.
With your hand on my throat I can’t reply, but my eyes & smile give it away
Thrusting in and out of my body, hands on my throat – you can feel that your cock is ready to explode.
“Fill me up”, I moan.
And you can’t help but dump your cum into me. You kiss me deep and I cum again.
You thank me for breakfast in bed and kiss me on the forehead. All is right with the world. We share the pancakes and coffee. We’re in love and our life is bliss
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o6gsqt/friday_morning_breakfast_in_bed_mf