In A Day
By Nick Axel
She lay dozing, her mind slipping from dreams to reality. She felt his hot breath on her shoulders and his lips lightly kissing the back of her neck. His hand slipped under her arm, cupping her firm breast, arousing her nipple. She began moving her hips, grinding against his hardening shaft.
She turned her head, and whispered the words he knew she would say, "I have to pee."
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and padded quickly to the bathroom. The early morning light streamed in through the frosted windows. The cold seat sent a shiver through her, as she released the contents of her swollen bladder.
She was thankful they had installed a bidet, the warm water sent a ripple of pleasure through her, as it splashed against her clit. She let her fingers run through the light hair that covered her mons and pressed hard, intensifying her desire.
She dried herself and padded back to the bed. His member had grown soft in her absence. She swiftly took it into her hot mouth and began bobbing up and down. He loved it when she sucked him from soft to hard, his dick responded quickly to her ministrations. She pulled her head up when he was fully erect and straddling his body, she slowly sank his cock deep inside her creamy, tight hole. He moaned as his full length slid in, and she gasped in pleasure.
She ground her hips against him so that her clit made full contact. She began to slowly slide up and down his thick shaft, each thrust driving deeper into her soul and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
He pulled her down to take her breast into his mouth, biting her erect nipple, the sensation tingling and rippling through her core, making her moan louder. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly to her chest as the ecstasy began to mount, the pleasure almost unbearable.
She raised up again, placed her hands on his chest, and began riding up and down his full length. He timed his thrusts with hers. He watched as his cock played hide-and-seek with her pussy, her white cream oozing out all round the base of his shaft; faster and faster, she rode the length of his cock.
She sent him deep into her depths and held it there. She threw her head back and cried out, as her orgasm crashed through her body. His body, taut under hers, his shaft driving deeply into her contractions, his sperm exploded, ribbon on ribbon of hot cum splashed against her cervix.
Their bodies collapsed as one, their bedsheets wet with sweat and cum. They lay together as he grew soft inside her, eventually slipping out of her satiated vagina.
Their morning had just begun, and they both knew there was so much more to come on this day. He got up and pulled on his boxers. He kissed her forehead and headed downstairs. She dozed on and off, still wrapped in his love.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the house roused her from her slumber. Heavenly smells filled the kitchen air, her nose taking it all in, as she walked into the room. He was busy at the stove, producing those aromatic scents, wearing an apron to protect his bare chest from the bacon that had started to dance on the surface of the pan. She felt ravenous after their earlier round of lovemaking.
Clutching her robe tightly against her, She tiptoed up and kissed his cheek, "Good morning darling".
He kissed her forehead. She sat down in their little breakfast nook as he brought over a cup and the coffee pot. He poured her coffee and went back to his bacon.
She picked up her iPad and idly thumbed through her social media. It was the usual collection of sometimes funny memes, posts of how everyone should get together. The banal conversations about schools or the weather, all combined to almost put her back to sleep.
She set the iPad down and watched as He deftly cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them into a froth. He noticed her stare and blushed a little. "I think we should go for a drive in the countryside this afternoon, you game?"
The toaster popped, revealing the golden brown bread.
She knew what he was suggesting with the car-ride idea. It had become a favored pastime of theirs. She asked coyly, "And just what would you like me to wear on this car ride?"
"That short green dress with the zipper in front."
His reply came without hesitation. She tingled inside.
He set her plate down in front of her, and sat down on the opposite side of the table. No words were spoken, but the air was full of sounds and smells of their breakfast. Knives scraping butter on toast, the clinking of forks on a plate, cutting and scooping up of eggs. The grinding of the pepper mill and the sneeze that inevitably came with it.
She watched, as he pushed the last bite of toast into his mouth. "Go get ready while I clean up."
He stood up and started gathering the dishes.
"Aye, aye, Captain,"
He couldn't help but watch her ass as she walked out of the room.
Upstairs, She slipped into the shower and soaped up her body. She paid particular attention to making sure her butt and vagina were clean for what would be his and her enjoyment later. Drying herself, she stepped into her closet.
Looking in her full-length mirror, she assessed her naked body. Her C-cup breasts were still firm, the large nipples towering over her quarter-sized areolas. She kept her pubic hair short, preferring that over being bald, as the trend was nowadays. Her labias were full and gracefully curved down. Her inner lips just peeking out from within, the tip of her clit trying to hide just outside of its hood.
She chose a garter belt and stockings, and opted out of wearing panties; they would just end up in a ball on the floorboard of the car. Pulling the green dress over her shoulders, the fabric aroused her nipples as she pulled it over them. She zipped it up just enough to hide her nipples, but left plenty of cleavage to fire anyone's imagination.
