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Subject: {Dulcinea} Repost : Breakfast in Bed (mf, cons, rom)
Breakfast in Bed
by Dulcinea
(note: this is the morning after "The Massage")
She awoke refreshed, feeling rested for the first time in
a week. Stretching like a cat, she relished in the lack of
tenseness, in the lack of pain in her muscles. He slumbered
beside her, undisturbed by her movements. Suddenly, last
night came flooding back into her memory. She fell asleep
on him! He'd been giving her a delightful massage, and
she had fallen asleep.
Suppressing a giggle, she slid out of bed, grabbing her robe
and dashing from the room. He'd been so sweet, so
wonderful, and she'd fallen asleep after he'd made her feel
so good. Well, let him sleep now. She would make up for
that.
When she returned to their room, he was just waking, and
he smiled sleepily at her. "Good Morning!" He said. "And
what are you up to this fine morning?"
"Good Morning." She returned happily. She rested the bed
tray she carried on the bed, handing him the paper she had
folded under her arm. "I have for you this morning a sausage
omelet, coffee, and an apology." She blushed. "I am sorry
for falling asleep last night."
"Oh Honey. Don't be silly!" He reached for the breakfast tray,
breathing deep the aroma of the morning coffee. "You've been so
tired. I just wanted you to feel good."
"And I did." She lifted her orange juice in a toast, and they set into
the meal. "But I bet you didn't feel good when you went to sleep
to last night. In fact, I'll bet your cock was hard, and you had
to calm down before you could sleep."
"Well, yeah." He felt his cock twitch as she spoke. "But Honey,
you know I would rather you had the chance to get rested. One
little hard-on won't kill me, you know." He ate the last bite of his
omelet. "I love breakfast in bed!"
She finished her omelet and put her plate aside. "Well, honey, I'm
wide awake now. And I want to make up for last night." Moving the
tray down to the floor, she crawled across the bed, kissing him.
He could taste the sweetness of the orange juice on her lips, and
he felt her probing hand move under the blankets to touch his
semi-hard cock.
He dropped his hands to the belt on her robe, untying the knot.
The fabric fell open, her breasts pushing their way out. Her
fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him gently, his cock
growing in her grasp. Cupping her breasts, he pushed the soft
flesh together, playing with the nipples.
"You have beautiful breasts." He said, for the thousandth time.
Catching her wrists, he held her hands up, then rolled, pinning
her beneath him. Fastening his lips around the nipple, he tried
to suck her entire breast in his mouth, or so it seemed. She
laughed, pushing his head back. "Stop! You know I'm ticklish
on the undersides of my breasts."
"Yes." His fingers began to tickle her under her breasts, making
her laugh even harder. "I know."
"Beast."
"Oh, beast, am I?" He laughed maniacally, lifting her hips
so he could plunge his hard cock into her. She gasped, her
pussy suddenly full, his balls slapping against her ass. "I'll
show you a beast, madam!"
He began to plunge in and out of her, hard and fast, growling
in the back of his throat. She laughed, throwing her arms around
his neck and enjoying the ride. Suddenly, he stopped.
"I'm tired." He said, yawning. He pulled his cock out her and
rolled over, closing his eyes. "Wake me up about noon."
"What?" She sat up, outraged. "Why you.... you...."
He rolled over on his back, laughing at her. "Come on Baby."
He crooked his finger at her. "Come here."
"Ooooh! You really are a beast!" She said, but she crawled across
the bed, swinging her leg over to straddle him. One hand around
his cock, she guided herself down on top of him. "Sometimes, I
really hate you."
"You would make love to a man you hate?"
"Only if it's you, idiot!" She tweaked his nipple, and he immediately
copied her move. His hand then trailed down her stomach to her
clit, his fingers rubbing the little button until she cried out.
He came as she did, pulling her down and holding her against him.
They lay together for some time, then he kissed her, sitting up
to officially start the day. "Honey." He said. "I think we should
have breakfast in bed more often."
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