The Morning After.

I stand at the sink, only an open shirt on, to keep the cool morning air from tensing my shoulders from their worked but relaxed state. I've run the water quietly but my soapy hands lazily drop a bowl onto cutlery in the warm frothy water. Last nights dinner was nice but the desert made washing up a very much distant priority.

I look out the window to see rays of sunshine feeling out the cold of my eyes. I catch your reflection in the glass. It wasn't just a pleasant dream then. You walk on the front of your feet avoiding cold floors, your arms in my woolen pullover wrap around my sides, one hand up to my shoulder, the other wrapping around my torso. From heavenly sleep, your head in bliss, resting on my back, smiling.

With an easy hum in my breath, it reminds you of last night, the noises made in the depth of desire and the throws of passion. Your lower hand moves up my chest then down my abs and meets my inside thigh.

Your smile widens cheekily as the back of your hand searches indiscreetly for my resting shaft. Pants-less, a caress awakens it, another reminds us both of how pleasurable it was mere hours before. The thought flashes through your mind to open your hand and place warm grip on it but your motives are not coy this morning. The smile on your faces is gone. You pull my body back, my hands still soaked with kitchen water held up dripping into the sink, you have swung around and to your knees and with equal speed my shaft is now attentive. You look up with your bottom lip in a bite of ravenous wanting. My surprise noticeable and boyishly excited. With your hands on my thighs your lips wish me a dozen good mornings up and along the full length. Your tongue decides to softly polish as I begin to breathe hurriedly to compose my excitement.

You invite my hard cock into your mouth, slowly so you can feel the firm softness on the roof on your mouth and across the breadth of your tongue, teeth trying to clamp softly but just make their presence known. I let a breath out that I forgot i was holding and i move a hand to the side of your head, feeling your now sudsy jaw opening and closing as you begin to move quicker. Your hands now gripping tighter, one has reached a grip on my joystick and you know it's good because i groan with pleasure.

My wet hand pulls you up. That smile a distant emotion as you climb to sit on the sink. I look you over like the only goddess ever to wear a jumper but realising our mutual wanting as your lower half is equally pants-less as mine. I raise an eyebrow, you raise off the jumper, I'm grabbing at your waist leaving a dripping trail on creamy skin to your breasts. You pull me in close. You tear my shirt back so it hangs of my arms as I see your neighbours aren't early risers, i leave the kitchen curtains open without a whim for the mystical powers between two bodies are at its peak and surely can not be missed by sight if not by vocal.

Your nipples hard between my fingers, your lips searching my neck for that button to start me. I tease by letting you search but we both know that no button was needed. I move in close, you feel me hard on your thigh. You kick me in, your legs holding me tight, without a second guess i slide in, slowly, your wet lips gliding over my pulsating shaft. I slow it further but i go deeper and your head goes back when you feel me resting on your clit. One hand grips your upper thigh under your hip, holding you as you get sensations and my other hand runs up the back of your neck and i grab a fistful of hair and begin to gently, wettly pulsate. Your neighbours are up but for the fact of moaning and grabbing and thrusting we are too focused for any concern. Your breath catches up and ours eyes meet. Faster, you silently scream. With a lick of my top lip, faster, i oblige.