The Next Morning

The next morning laying there, next to each other. Our arms and legs intertwined, I awake to you next to me smiling. You release a big sigh, as you untangle yourself from me. As I am being no help, in letting you get up, we start to laugh, and kiss again. The memory of the previous evening still fresh in both of our minds.

You finely give me a quick peck, and rush into the bathroom. I get up giving chase. I reach the bathroom just after you . I stand there smiling at you. Yearning for a repeat of the previous evenings sexual pleasures we enjoyed from each other. Then I turn around and go into the kitchen to fix a pot of morning coffee for us to enjoy. I ask you how you take it and you tell me hard and stiff like last night. I said I mean you coffee. We both chuckle, at you little joke. I bring in your coffee made to your order, finely getting a straight answer out of you.

You take a few sips and set it aside. Pulling me down to you and giving me another of your long sensuous kisses. I start tor struggle a bit, I wanted to finish my coffee. You take my mug away and set it aside. You start to say something before I climb back into bed next to you and lay a deep passionate kiss, cutting off your words.

My arm reaches around you, pulling you closer to me. The warmth of your bare flesh against mine. My mouth finds it way it your neck. Laying kisses and nibbles. It gives you goose bumps, and you let out a light moan of pleasure at the sensation.

You grab both of my cheeks with you hands and start to pump our hips together with a devilish smile on your face.