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I wake up to a sleepy sigh from the other side of my bed. A flash of confusion strikes like a bolt of lightning in an empty field.
I reach over to the other side. My fingertips meet soft, bare skin under my silky sheets. I turn over. Memories of last night flood my mind as my fingers slowly trace the curvy flesh next to me.
My hand sinks deeper to find a soft, warm tummy. I scoot my body next to hers. Our individual warmth greets each other.
Her soft hand grips mine and gently guides it upwards until it falls on her freed breast. Instinctively, I give it a squeeze. A feather-soft moan leaves her lips.
“Wh-what time is it?” I ask.
“ Shhh .” She pulls the sheets over us more as she snuggles into me.
I reach for her other breast and alternate massaging them. I nuzzle my face into her outstretched neck and can’t resist the urge to let my lips collide with her skin.
“I gotta make a run to the post office today-“
“Not yet,” she tells me.
“Orders ain’t gon' ship themselves.”
“Not yet,” she says again.
“I can make us some breakfast.” I roll her nipple between my fingers. A short gasp escapes her.
She rolls over onto her back. Her eyes find mine in the dim bedroom. I lean down to trace warm, wet kisses from her neck to her chest. Her fingers find their way into my curls.
“You want some breakfast?” I ask in between kisses.
Sunlight leaks through the dark curtains.
“Sure.” The word lingers on her lips. I lift my head back to her gaze. My eyes stop at her plump lips just begging for attention. She gives me an inviting grin.
I dive in for a kiss I fully intended to be brief. Once my lips connect with hers, they decide to stay awhile. Her sneaky tongue darts past my defenses.
A hunger that has nothing to do with food fills my abdomen. Our tongues dance together like old friends. I feel her thick thighs wrap around me. Her arms slip around my neck.
I come up for air against my body’s wishes. I lean over her and flip her phone screen side up on the nightstand. Her soft lips attack my biceps. I tap the home button. The screen reads 9:34 A.M.
I knew I’d already missed my morning routine. I just wasn’t sure how much.
“Brian, are you tryna get rid of me?” Her sexy voice fills my ears.
“No. Not at all. I really gotta go by the post office today, though.”
I’d be the biggest fool in America to let her out of my sight. My mind tells me I need to get out of bed, but my body falls back into her arms.
“This is my last off day for a while,” she says before kissing my neck. Each intoxicating kiss of hers brings my defenses down a bit more.
“Spend it with me then.” To hell with my routine. I could adapt for one day.
“We have some time, Mr. Entrepreneur.” Her hand slips in between our bodies.
I pull away before she can grab at my boxers. “You ’re trying to keep me in bed all day.”
She gives me her best pout and lets out a whimper.
“Breakfast - the most important meal of the day.” I force out with what little discipline I have left.
She unwraps herself from me. I climb out of bed. A smirk spreads across her face as she finds the bulging outline of my manhood. “Looks like you wanna be in bed too.”
I grab the nearest t-shirt and throw it on. “You like eggs?” I ask.
“Whatever you make is fine.”
I grab a clean pair of boxer briefs and wife beater and toss it beside her on the bed. “I’m gonna want those back, you know.”
She doesn’t miss a beat. “You’ll have to come get them off me then.”
“That can be arranged.” I bite back a grin.
I lead her into the kitchen and invite her to sit at the small, square table.
“Pancakes sound good to you?” I ask.
“Yes.” I hear her answer from behind.
I ransack the cabinets and fridge until I have everything I need to make us a nice breakfast. I catch her curious glance at my box of protein pancake mix.
“It tastes just like regular pancakes. I promise. You want some coffee?”
“Coffee is good.”
“How do you like yours?” I lean up against the counter.
“Not too bitter, but not overly sweet. Please don’t tell me you drink it black.”
A laugh escapes my lips before I can catch it. “ Nah. I can’t drink it black.”
I spin back around to grab the coffee grinder.
“I do have a request though,” she says.
“Yeah? What’s up?” I grab the bag of coffee beans and plug everything in.
“I just don’t think you need that shirt on.”
I glance back at her just in time to see a sly grin spread across her face.
“Come take it off me then,” I challenge.
I hear the chair’s legs scrape against the floor. Soon a pair of hands lift my shirt over my head.
Both of us exchange a short laugh. I bite my bottom lip as her eyes lock onto mine. Her nails lightly scrape across my shoulders. “Nothin’ like a sexy man in the kitchen.”
I get the coffee started with her watching my every move. I grab the mixing bowl and get to work on our pancakes. Her fingertips dance their way down my arm.
I steal a kiss as I twist the knob on the stove.
“Do you cook breakfast for all the girls who come back to your apartment?” The question knocks me back a step.
“I wouldn’t know. You’re the only one.”
Her eyebrow raises. “Nah. Don’t give me that.”
I shrug. “It’s the truth.”
The pancakes start and finish like clockwork. She steps in to help. We go back and forth, sneaking kisses and feeling each other up like school kids.
I fix her plate and serve it to her at the table. Then I grab a seat across from her with mine.
“Thank you.” She gives me a smile before taking a first bite.
I hold my breath and wait for her reaction. Her smile only grows wider as she chews.
“You like ‘ em ?” I ask.
She nods and takes in another mouthful. I dive in and wash it down with coffee. A comfortable silence falls between us as we clean our plates.
I hop up and refill her coffee mug.
“So what orders do you - we - have to drop off at the post office today?” she asks.
“Couple of shoe orders. Nothin’ big. Then I gotta check my box for deliveries.”
An amused grin surfaces. “I remember that quiet kid that sat in the back of the class trying to make video games instead of listening to Ms. Nelson’s history lessons.”
“Oh. I still do that too."
I watch as her eyes light up. “Really? Wow. Everyone thought -“ She stops herself.
“Everyone thought I was bullshittin’.“
“N-no. No. It wasn’t that. At least not to me. We just thought it -“
“Wouldn’t work out?” I finished her statement.
Her eyes search mine. “I wanted it to - for you. I remember when you got me in trouble playing your little ping pong game on my phone.”
Laughter fills the space between us. Once she finishes her second cup, I clear the dishes.
I lead her into my office. There wasn’t much time last night to give her a tour of the spot. I point to the boxes that are going to the Post today. A neat stack of five sits on the edge of my desk.
“Do you ever get a big run? I mean, bigger than this?”
“Yeah, around tax return season, or back to school, and holidays of course.”
“You’ll have to tell me how it all works sometime.”
I nod. “It’s pretty simple on the surface. I buy a pair of shoes and resell ‘em for a profit. Right now I’m waiting on a big release so I can grab multiple pairs and resell.”
She follows me back into my bedroom. I slip into the bathroom and get the shower running. I turn around, and she’s at the door looking at me.
“You know, to save water - “
I cut her off. “Anything to save the planet.”
Our clothes litter the bathroom floor. I close the shower door once I have her inside. Luckily for me, I had a shower cap for her in one of the bathroom drawers.
My lips lock around her earlobe as I press her body against the glass door.
“I can’t believe I almost went home with Jay.” Her words are breathless.
“What?” I press my body against hers. Hot water beats against my back.
“He tried to approach me, but I saw you as soon as you walked in.”
I bite her shoulder. A gasp escapes her throat.
“Shhh. None of that matters now.” I remember the captain of the basketball team, Jay. I shake him from my mind. My hands roam her body.
I intertwine our fingers as I press our hands up against the glass wall. She spreads her legs, pushing her body up against me.
I don’t take my time. Our frantic energy fills the hot shower. Her moans fill the air, refusing to be outdone by the shower’s rain.
Her lovely ass bounces with every thrust. I slap both cheeks hard enough to make her gasp. My balls smack against her as we both race to the finish line. I bury my face in her neck. My hands fall from hers and grab her by the hips.
She matches my thrusts. It’s not long before her moans turn to impatient pleas. One of her hands leaves the wall to rub furious circles on her clit.
“Yes!” Her head falls back against me.
My breath catches in my throat. I ram in and out of her. I grab onto her legs and feel them trembling.
“Give it to me,” I coax her.
She explodes mid-stroke with a scream. I feel my own rising from the bottom. I hold her tight as she rides out her orgasm. My arms lock around her waist as I pump my own stickiness deep inside of her.
I keep us both from falling. After several moments, my soft manhood slips out of her. She spins around and her lips crash into mine. I wrap her in a tight hug.
“Damnit, Brian.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
I grab my soap and wash her from neck to toe, savoring every moment. She does the same to me, taking extra care of my arms and abdomen.
With the water off, I wrap her in my robe and cover my legs with a towel. The wheels in my mind work overtime, concocting a plan for more mischief throughout the day.
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