Morning in the Kitchen

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You turned the alarm off, but I'm not mad about it. Gave me a little bit more time to sleep in. What I woke up to, on the other hand, well, you not in the bed is not my favorite thing.

What struck me when I rolled over was how I almost fell off my own hard cock doing it. It was almost like I rolled over something on the bed, but as soon as it was over, as soon as it was done pressing very gently into me on my underside, it sprang free again, and I was looking at one of the stiffest cocks I'd had in quite some time. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday morning now, isn't it? But it's not the perfect way to spend a Sunday morning, and that's where you come in, or the part where I come in.

Anyway, it was about that time that I got completely out of bed, before heading downstairs to the kitchen to whatever it is delicious smelling that you're making. I took my boxers off because, quite frankly, my cock was poking through them, and they were a bit of a hindrance. I don't know if it was the sight of my cock coming down the stairs before I did, or the fact that you weren't expecting me to be up, or the fact that you remembered that Sunday is, in fact, one of our days.

But I'm not going to forget that look you gave me for a long, long time. But you turned around and went right back to what you were doing at the stove, sending only a good morning, in a wink, my way. I think you mentioned something about somebody having a needy morning, and you couldn't be more right.

So I came over behind you, you were at the stove, I pulled you back just a little bit, and held you close for a minute, before counting down from five, four, three, two, one. You poked your ass out gently. I moved what you were wearing to the side, and slid every inch of my cock inside of you.

You grunted, and I felt your body move and squirm, to fit it all. And after a second, we both settled, and your body was wrapped luxuriously around mine, or at least part of mine. Mmm, and there's no better way to start a morning.

But that wasn't the end, certainly not. You, following our standard procedure, went right back to what you were doing. We'd exchanged all the pieces, the wink, the countdown, the entrance.

Now, it's just you making breakfast, and me making use of that wet little hole between your legs. I don't need it hard this morning. I don't need to fuck you.

I don't need to pound you over this counter to prove anything. My cock needed you. It needed to be inside of you, in the gentle sliding back and forth as you're making, I think it was french toast that morning.

Oh, but just feeling you squeeze against me, feeling where I push my piercing here and there, poking and prodding, being very gentle, very deliberate about everywhere my cock goes inside of you, exploring your body at the same time. All the while you, steadfast, resolute, continued to push bread around on the pan. Looks and smells delicious.

I think at a certain point you probably turned the pan off, and just sort of allowed me to feel you. To use your hole to stroke my cock, to use your body to get me off, to use those moans and whimpers to get my cock extra stiff, to use your wetness to fill and slide and feel, to use the curves of your body to hold, grab, and squeeze, and I did every single one of those things. Fuck, but I can't last forever, certainly not in you, and eventually it was time.

You're going to hold it in, I whispered, and began to push a little bit more forcefully upwards, a little bit more eagerly, with a little bit more purpose. My cock became a ram of sorts for a minute, thrusting upwards and inwards, forward a little bit. Oh fuck, oh as your body started to bend over the counter, and suddenly you were holding on, and my cock was slamming in and out of you.

Oh god, oh those little grooves were all melting together into one gripping sliding sensation, going over my cock back and forth, making sure not a single inch is missed every single time. Feeling your body press back against me, oh feeling you start to fuck me back now, and that's when I came, that's when I gave you as much warning as I could, a three, a two, one, and everything clenched. Both of our bodies stiffened for a second, and me wrapping my arms around your waist, oh the waves began to crash, and I held you there, and you with me, your whole squeezing every last drop out, and me, my cock, and my balls more than happy to empty into your eagerly waiting space, filling it all the way up until it was dripping down onto the floor, running down your leg, us mixed together.

Oh god, oh yeah, and then very slowly, I removed you off of my cock, oh, I held you for a second, oh, and went to clean up while you plated breakfast.