There is very little bondage and my first attempt at actual Erotic so let me know what you think.
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Light touches my face as my eyes flutter open. Only this time I feel an arm around my waist tighten as I stretch. Looking at the guy with the long hair my mind flashes back to last night; my skin becoming hot and flushed. I see the face next to me smirk and eyes open, I can't help but blush after the night that we had. Before I know what's happening his lips are against mine and his hands in my hair pulling me closer. As if my instincts take over my hands are sliding in his hair, my mouth opening slightly so that I can suck and bite his bottom lip lightly. His hands moving to my bare hips and pulling me against him. I pull away some giggling and blushing. His smile and gaze tell me all I need to know as I try to speak.
"Well Good Morning there handsome" I find myself giggling as my butterflies start.
"Good Morning beautiful" I blush deeply as he kisses me again my skin feeling like some fire is spreading.
"How about some breakfast of food instead of oh I don't know kisses." I giggle at the joke I make as his eye flash between need and desire.
"What do you want to make me to make for you?" I laugh at what I think is his joke as he looks confused by this action.
"You're serious? I want to cook for you not the other way around" I flash a playful smile as I get up. I grab my shirt and underwear and slip them on and run from the room as he starts to follow me. Laughing as he grabs me at my waist and pulls me back against him.
"Hmm don't want me cooking for you after everything you did for or to me last night?" I can't help but smile as he groans softly at the memory.
"Let me cook. I can handle something simple as pancakes or eggs, sausage, and bacon." I turn in his arms to face him, a small smile on my face at the desire in his eyes.
"Now tell me, beautiful, where is the fun in that?" his tone drops to just above a growl sending shivers and tingles down my spine.
"Hmm, well there isn't really, but if you let me then maybe after breakfast there will be a little more fun similar to last night?" raises my eyebrows as I look into his eyes and he leans in and kisses me again deeply.
"Mm, is that a yes?" I try not to laugh.
"That is a yes please," He sighs softly, "as long as I get to distract you while you cook, deal?" I start laughing.
"Hm, I'm sure that can be agreeable as long as you," Holds up two fingers putting air quotes around "play nice". Giggles at his reaction.
"Don't I always?" Eyes light up with playfulness him chuckling softly.
"No, no you don't," I giggle softly as he tries to protest me shutting him up by kissing him, "do not even try." I walk over to the cabinet and get out a skillet and bowl. I feel him snake his arms around my waist. He brushes my hair of my neck and starts to kiss and nip at my neck stealing my breath.
"Well, that was unexpected" I sigh softly. I feel the heat rise up my neck as he continues to kiss and nip at my neck. I pull and walk towards the fridge and get out the eggs, sausage, bacon, and milk. I feel him staring at me as I bend over and get the orange juice off the bottom shelf. I squeak as he grabs my hips and pulls me back against him.
"Trying to give me a heart attack?" I giggle as he presses against me. I feel his hands slide up and down my sides. I feel the heat rising up my skin causing a slight ache in my chest area. I breathe shallowly as he slides his fingertips into my waist band excitement raising. I swing my hips slightly giggling and blushing. I hear him groan in my ear softly.
"Now who's not playing fair?" I feel him nip at my neck and ear as he whispers it in a tone that makes me shiver.
"Oh most definitely you aren't with talking in that tone." I shiver more him sliding his hand over to my stomach and sliding it upwards slowly.
"No, don't do it I need to cook before we can have fun" I giggle softly.
"But, what if I want to continue while you cook breakfast?" he whisper in the same tone that sends shivers down my spine.
I don't respond too surprised and shocked as he slides his hands up under my shirt causing me to gasp and groan as he slowly gropes my tits gently. I slowly move his hands and make breakfast as quickly as possible; him still grabbing and trying to pull me on to his lap. I make his plate to give him something else to focus on besides me, not that it does a whole lot of good, he grabs me by my hips pulling me onto his lap as he eats, one of his hands around my waist the other on his fork eating quietly and quickly. I try to get up so I can make my plate but only succeed in squirming, every time I move to stand his arm tightening around my waist.
