Morning Coffee Ch 02 1

She watched him as he pulled himself up from the settee and he walked languidly to the kitchen. Her breasts were tingling pleasantly from his attention but her mouth was parched. She sat up and looked for water but there was none. She sighed as she got up and followed him into the kitchen. She went directly to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, leaving the door open as she gulped the cool water ravenously and she immediately felt better. She felt his eyes on her as she closed the refrigerator but she didn't look at him, deciding instead to take in the view coming through the kitchen window which was a wide vista of verdant wildness. She never could decide if the willful imperfection, the deliberate half-neglect of the garden, which permitted wild weeds to proliferate freely among the grasses, especially under the shade offered by the trees, was pleasing to her or an affront to her natural preference for orderliness. She had to admit the prettiness of the colors which this morning seemed especially pleasing to her. The whole garden seemed to her to be swaying fancifully in the wind, even the trees, which were just now showing the first hints of leafy spring bloom, their branches looking to her as if they were dancing a slow repetitive whirl. Her thoughts turned to Time. She remembered the snowy landscape of only a few months past which she found so wonderfully satisfying in its blankness. Everything changes, she thought, and time moves so very fast, even when we're not looking. Her pleasantly idle reverie was cut short by him. She had almost forgotten he was there.

"The percolations are imminent!" he declared over-loudly and with a large grin, throwing jazz-hands at the coffee machine of which he was so ridiculously proud.

She glared at him, giving him no reply. He was such a boy in so many ways, his silly Simpsons joke he repeated ad-nauseum whenever he was just making the fucking coffee.

She kept her eyes locked on him and walked at speed towards him, forcing him to jump out of her beeline towards the wet-room.

"I'm taking a shower." she mumbled, and heard him chuckle behind her. She didn't look back.

She brushed her teeth, used the toilet, stripped and tied her hair in a bun. She stood under the shower, soaped and rinsed herself under the warm water, freshness returning to her limbs, she felt happily reinvigorated as she dried off and dressed in fresh pants and a cotton shirt. When she came into the kitchen he wasn't there. She found him in the next room lying lengthways again on the settee, two cups of coffee on the table in front of him. She took one and sipped while standing.His eyes were closed. The bitter tang of the coffee woke her further. She hummed appreciatively.

"Coffee good?" he asked, opening his eyes.

"Always is." she replied and smiled, scrunching her face happily at him. She stepped towards him and put a hand in his hair, pulling it affectionately. Ever since they had got together her life had seemed to her to be an idyllic dream. He was so openly and honestly worshipful of her, so attentive and loyal, she had never known anyone so attuned to her, to her needs, her wants, and sometimes even to desires she didn't know she had, never giving her cause for doubt in his

devotion to her, and to her alone. If she were not such a rational, straight-thinking woman she might have thought it supernatural. She could not explain it. She was in love.

Her fingers were still entwined in his hair. His eyes were closed again. She listened to his soft breathing, watched his chest rise and fall almost imperceptibly. This man was hers. She could scarcely believe it. She left down her cup and knelt before him. His eyes flicked open. She smiled at him and lowered her face into his chest, inhaled his scent, her body pulsed, surprising her with a sudden heat, a bodily desire she did not resist.

She used both hands to lift his shirt over his head, tossing it away and kissed his chest, used her tongue to wet his chest hair, and nuzzled her nose into his warm flesh. She breathed him into her. She trailed her lips towards his stomach, kissing the softness of his belly, her hand reached the top of his pants and she felt the happily familiar resistance, the welcoming tautness so close to her face, she slid her tongue around his belly-button and followed the trail of his navel hair slowly downward. She paused here, kissing his underbelly tenderly and licked him, feeling the roughness of his hair on her tongue.

His whole body squirmed. She quickly reversed course up along his torso and landed her wet mouth on his, kissing him forcefully. Their tongues met and she plunged her hand downward under his pants, bypassing the heft of his growing manhood and firmly clutched the hot mass of his balls, her lips still on his. He pulled his face away and groaned softly. She pecked his cheek and raised her head, locking her eyes on his. His balls were hot in her hand, barely contained in her grasp.

She was familiar with their weight and knew their sensitivity to her hand, but their slippery inconsistent movement always confounded her. How were they so hard, she thought each time. At the back of her mind she thought of them as planets revolving around each other, or twin stars locked in perpetual orbit. She knew it was silliness on her part, but it was, for her, a pleasant fiction. She was in total control of this universe.

She was still kneeling before him. The considerable weight of his balls, even after so many times, still genuinely impressed her. She squeezed gently on them, and his eyes closed involuntarily.

"Open your eyes." she whispered.

His eyes were frantic, uncomprehending. She squeezed again and he moaned. The heat in her hand seemed impossible to her, the weight of his balls was impossible to her. Almost like steel. She gripped them and pulled on his sac. He let out another guttural groan. Such a pleasing sound, she thought, and as if her body agreed she felt a pulsing heat in her groin. She felt wetness inside her. She almost laughed, but only smiled into his eyes, kissed him again and swiftly moved downwards, towards her prize. She released his balls from her hand and placed her lips directly on them. Opening her mouth as wide as she could she took his sac in her

mouth, her wet mouth filled with his pendulous weight. She tongued him within her mouth, feeling the heat on her tongue, on the inside of her mouth which got wetter and wetter as the salty tang of his sac filled her mouth. She felt his body tremble beneath her as she sucked on his balls. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the beautiful weight of his balls as she sucked on him.

She heard him whimper "Please".

She opened her mouth wide again, let his balls fall free from her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw her own saliva follow from her mouth onto his sac. As she knelt there she saw his engorged balls in their reddened sac glistening with her own spit in the bright morning light. She gasped for breath. Her heart was pounding.She could feel her own slick wetness inside her. Her knees ached. She stood up.

He was staring at her with wide eyes. Both his arms were spread above his head, as he had been taught to do. She had trained him gently but firmly to not interfere when she was taking her pleasure. The heat in her groin increased as she looked upon him. His cock was fully erect, its proud fullness impressive as she stood over him. She gently tapped his shaft with a fingernail while looking him in the eye, its heft bouncing back heavily against her touch.

She was still fully clothed. She knew, even without touching herself, that she was very wet. The heat in her groin began to turn towards ache.

She flicked his erect penis with a fingernail again, harder this time.

"You know what's next." she said.

He remained silent as she took a large cushion from the other side of the settee and placed it under his head. His erection had faded slightly. His sac still shone, still wet from her. His cock hung slightly to the side as the blood slowly subsided from it.

She placed his head in a raised position, moving the cushion underneath him until she was satisfied. Then she took off her pants and tossed them aside. She stood above him, naked from the waist down. She touched herself with one finger to test her wetness.

"Wetter than the Mississippi" she declared, smiling at him.

"Hmmmmmm" was his reply. His arms were by his side now.

"Be a good boy, ok?" she said as she pulled on her outer labia, feeling a delicious thrill in her groin. She was so hot and wet, her pubic hair was already sopped.

She wasted no time. She straddled his face, slowly lowering herself onto his mouth. She leaned forward so the tip of his nose touched her clit. She rubbed herself on his mouth, balancing on her knees so she could control her silken lips on his face. Her pussy was aching to be satiated. She put a finger inside herself, then into his mouth and wet her clit with it. She pressed her clit onto his nose and began grinding on his face. He began licking her as she rode, the tip of his tongue searching inside her warm folds. She was moving her hips luxuriantly, feeling the exquisite tingle in her clit as his nose moved roughly against her. When the sensation on her clit became too much she gently moved herself forward, covering his nose with her lips.

"Now." she said.

As she descended deeper onto his face, his tongue began lapping at her steaming wetness. She began riding in earnest now, bucking her hips as her lips surrounded his nose and his hungry tongue stretched into her glistening wet pussy. Her back arched as she felt him move his head so he could taste her better as he got his tongue deeper inside her. She pressed herself harder onto him, moved her hands to the back of his head so she could guide him better, moved herself so he could more easily devour her slickness.

She knew how deep he could get. She knew his tongue so well and knew his talent for satisfying her desires. She felt him inside her despite her wetness. His tongue was to her as good or better than any cock in the world. She felt him now, even with her face to the ceiling, her hips swiveling on his face, her clit swollen and begging for attention, she felt him. His face would be glistening with her juices by now and if she looked down she would see his eyes dilated with

happiness and carnal satisfaction. But for now she was concentrating on the building sensation within her swollen drenched pussy, concentrating on his tongue inside her, on his mouth on her lips, on her aching need for the sexual release which she needed so badly now. Which she would feel only by coming on his face.

His hands were on her hips now, pulling her lower onto him. His hunger for her spurred her to hump his face harder, to push herself onto him with greater abandon than she ever knew. Her hands gripped his head, pulling him tighter into her quivering crotch as his tongue wildly sought her flowing juices, he pushed himself deeper into her as she roughly rode his entire face, his chin, his mouth, his nose. She dragged her entire pussy up and down his face as he pressed her closer to him.

She felt it rise now inside her. She couldn't resist it, she felt it from the depth of her body, a sensation from her desperate wet crotch which was being literally devoured by him. He was now moving his face himself, she guided him no longer. His desire for her made him ravenous. His mouth and tongue madly probed the depths of her, setting off mini-earthquakes within her. She felt it rise as she rode him harder, her back now arched as far as humanly possible, her face to the ceiling, her eyes closed. She felt him now lose himself inside her as he frantically licked her, licked her inside and outside, wildly shaking his face into her as he pulled his face deeper inside her.

She grabbed his hair to stall his ravenous blindness. She looked down on him. His face glowed red and glistened with her juices. She pressed her swollen clit against his nose. The sensation came to her like a wave seen from far away. The anticipation as exciting as the impact.

Her eyes were shut tight, her jaw clenched closed forcefully as she felt his face against her glowing hotness, his head moving beneath her up and down and side to side in appreciative response to her liberal strokes, spreading her slick wetness on his lips and nose.

She pressed herself down against him and her clit throbbed with an exquisite tingle, the sensation spreading quickly throughout her pussy, building inside her as her tensed thighs closed together over his head as she ground her entire womanhood into his face.

He raised his chin into her to provide her a fulcrum against which she humped with delighted frenzy, quicker now than ever as she felt the wave of ecstasy pump through her from her pussy into her entire body with delicious agony as she grinded her pleasure from him.

She screamed and shrieked involuntarily when the wave hit. Her orgasm was like an electric shock. Her legs quivered and she squeezed them together over him as she rocked herself harder onto him, roughly crushing her pelvic bone onto his chin. Her clit screamed to her from the pressure, she pressed harder against him, humping in desperate agony against him. She saw stars behind her closed eyes. Her whole body was a tingling furnace. She bucked and gyrated on his face until the last quiver subsided.

She let herself fall from him, ungracefully throwing herself onto the settee beside him, feeling the aftermath of her euphoria pulse through her, her closed thighs quivering quietly as she grinned with satisfied happiness. Her skin tingled delightedly as she felt the heat of her body subside.

When the ocean finally calmed she realized she had tears in her eyes. Making the morning light look like water. She blinked, and rubbed her eyes. He had not moved since she had released him from her triumphant grip. His arm was across the top half of his face, blocking the brightness of the room from him.

She watched him. She smiled to herself, seeing his reddened cheeks, her juices still visible on his nose and lips, his chin a flaming glow from her ravishing defilement. Her gaze fell to his wide chest, lightly matted with hair, rising and falling. His body was stretched at full length, the taut flesh of his belly trembling almost imperceptibly as he breathed quietly beside her. Her eyes widened involuntarily as she took in the view of his proudly erect manhood.

From the side she could admire it in all its masculine glory. She knew and adored every inch of him, knew his taste and the smooth soft texture of his strained flesh concealing the powerful warm stiffness gently throbbing beneath. She moved her head closer, she breathed in to detect his familiar muskiness, the scent always so pleasing to her. The neat trim of hair around the wide base of his engorged shaft looked to her so inviting, she wanted to nuzzle it, to sink her nose and lips into its cushiony softness, to dampen it with her tongue and taste his manliness in her womanly mouth. She admired the purple-red veins rising from the hairy base, followed their line slowly upwards, marveling again at the engorgement of impossibly numerous blood vessels so closely packed together beneath his smooth svelte skin.

She was a nose length from him, his full erect rigor stretched in front of her. She was hypnotized by his healthily firm girth, she was absorbed by the miracle of hair-thin veins which rose along his bulky shaft, fascinated by the deep purple-reds of the hundreds of streams carrying his blood along his virile sex, upward, following the curve of his cock where it stretched outward to an even wider heft and here she found herself admiring the thick blue streams of the larger veins which pushed outward forcefully against the delicate flesh of his penis, she followed their trail beneath his skin, like looking down upon huge rivers from distant space. She thought she could feel the heat of his blood on her face, she was so close to him, spellbound by the beauty of his splendor, the myriad universe of nerves and hot blood beneath his skin.

In her post orgasmic reverie she saw the bright morning light shine on this wonder and it seemed to her, with its weight and deeply colored veins flowing throughout the flesh, to be an astoundingly crafted piece of marble, but alive with a tense virility, a serpentine carnality, awaiting her attention, her touch.

He stirred. She felt his hand gently touch the back of her head. The spell was broken.

"It's not going to suck itself," he said.

She jerked her head quickly to look at him smiling down at her, his face still reddened from her.

She slapped his belly smartly and pushed herself upwards.

"Just for that, you can make more coffee. Those cups have gone cold."