There are more things than coffee beans that get to grinding on a Monday morning.
You want me where? On your lap? How? Backing up this big old butch and lowering it down? No? No.
Throw a leg over and wrapping my arms and legs around? Hmm. Just how covered in me do you want to be? It is torturous, you know, the way you look at me.
The way you bounce your leg up and down. The way you crook your finger and beckon me. The way you pat the end of your knee.
Do you want me to bring my coffee? I still haven't woken up yet. That's okay? Hmm, I bet.
I can feel you underneath my flesh. Getting harder. Can you feel me getting wet? I know you're going to tease all day.
At least until you cave and have your way with me. Pushing up as I grind down. I move my hips around in slow, wide circles.
Just for a bit. Long enough to feel my clit pierce my consciousness. And take hold.
So that all I can think of. .. is you.
And the hold that you have over me.