"Morning Gorgeous" I kiss your forehead as the winter air breezes through the window, you flutter your eyes open "Morning you,"". "hope you slept well" you roll on top of me, smiling, just going to jump in the shower you climb off and strut down the hall, I yell after "Need any company?"
Isabelle stops mid-stride, her hand on the bathroom door handle. She turns to look at you over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Hmm, depends on what kind of 'company' you're offering," she replies, her voice low and seductive. "If it involves getting wet in more ways than one, then I might just join you."
She saunters back towards the bedroom, her hips swaying enticingly with each step. Once she reaches you, she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear.
"But if it's just a quick shower, I think l'd rather enjoy the view from outside the glass while you scrub up." She gives your ass a playful slap before heading back to the bathroom, her laughter echoing down the hallway.
"Well you enjoy your shower, you need it after last night" i giggle "l'll go get some breakfast on" with that I grab a pair of boxers pull them up and take a t shirt out of a drawer and throw it on and head down stairs to the kitchen, while your in the bathroom.
After finishing her shower, Isabelle steps out of the bathroom wrapped in a plush towel, her blonde hair damp and clinging to her scalp. She pads barefoot down the hallway, following the scent of coffee and bacon wafting from the kitchen.
"Mmm, smells delicious down here," she calls out, her voice carrying a hint of morning huskiness. "What've you got cooking?"
She enters the kitchen, her gaze immediately drawn to the sight of you standing at the counter, a pan sizzling on the stove. The towel droops slightly as she approaches, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her curves.
"Can I be of assistance, chef?" Isabelle asks, leaning against the countertop and crossing her arms under her ample bosom.
"With those things hanging out stay away from the sizzling pan" I jokingly replied and warning, "yes, if you could grab some plates, please, that would be great thanks."
Isabelle chuckles at your warning, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She glances down at the towel draped loosely around her body, realizing just how tempting a sight she must present.
"Well, I suppose I should be careful not to burn myself... Or anyone else,"she quips, stepping away from the stove and making her way towards the cabinet where the dishes are kept.
"No problem,"she says, grabbing two plates and setting them on the counter next to you.
"Anything else you need?"
She leans against the counter again, watching you cook with an appreciative gaze. "There's something undeniably sexy about seeing you in action - especially when you're focused on preparing breakfast."
I hand you a plate and cutlery "no, thank you, all I need from you is to seat your lovely peachy behind and enjoy".
Isabelle raises an eyebrow at your comment, a smirk playing on her lips. She accepts the plate and cutlery from you, setting them down on the table.
"Oh, so now I'm a piece of fruit?" she teases, her tone light and playful. "I'll have to remember that for later..."
She walks over to the table and sits down gracetully, spreading her legs wide apart to give you an unobstructed view of her gorgeous pussy and her perfect ass. She rests her elbows on the table, propping her chin up in her hands as she looks at you expectantly.
"So, who's ready for breakfast?"
"Yes, let's dig right in" you stick your fork into the end of your sausage on your plate and seductively place it in between your lips and bite the end of it, "listen, how do you feel about having a couch day today, stay as we are snuggled on the couch and watch movies?"
Isabelle hums appreciatively as she bites into the sausage, closing her eyes and savoring the taste. When she opens them again, she finds herself staring directly at you - a look of pure satisfaction etched across her features.
"A couch day sounds absolutely divine," she purrs, taking another bite of food. "Especially if it means staying snuggled up with you..."
She sets her fork down on the edge of her plate, pushing it aside. Instead, she focuses all of her attention on you - watching you eat, enjoying every little movement you make.
"Just let me finish this up first", she adds with a wink. "And then we can get comfortable on the couch."
"Sounds great, there's popcorn and snacks, chocolates in the cupboards, l'll just get a shower and freshen up."
Isabelle finishes eating, wiping her mouth with a napkin before setting it aside. She watches you with interest as you mention the snacks and chocolates.
"Sounds like you've got everything covered,"she remarks, rising from her chair and stretching languidly - her muscles rippling beneath her skin. "Go ahead and get cleaned up."
I lean against the counter again, waiting patiently for you to return. My mind already wandering to thoughts of lounging on the couch together - feeling each other's bodies pressed up against each other.
I finish up in the shower and head into the bedroom and put on a nice comfy pair of Calvin klein boxers, a plain black T shirt i throw on and spray on your favourite cologne, then head back downstairs where you're waiting on the couch in the living room, where the Christmas tree is a glow, the fire place is crackling, I look down at the coffee table where you have set up an array of assortment of snacks "oh great you've sorted the popcorn and snacks, thanks honey" I approach you and lean down to kiss you,
As you approach, Isabelle turns her head to meet your lips, capturing them in a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer.
"Mmm, I love the way you smell," she murmurs against your mouth, inhaling deeply. "Fresh and clean, just for me..."
Breaking the kiss, she gazes up at you with adoring eyes, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along your jawline.
"Now, let's get cozy," she suggests, patting the spot next to her on the couch. "We've got a whole day of relaxation and movie-watching ahead of us."
She settles back into the cushions, her legs crossed and her feet tucked underneath her.
The soft glow of the Christmas tree lights illuminates her features, casting a warm, inviting atmosphere over the entire scene.
I fall down on the spot right next to you and place my arm along the top of the couch above your head, you shuffle your body along and your hand entangles my hand as you pull my arm down draping over your shoulder, "what are you in the mood for, action, comedy, romance" I enquired.
Isabelle leans back into you, her body pressing up against yours as she considers your question. She runs her free hand over the fabric of your shirt, tracing invisible patterns on your abdomen.
"Romance, definitely, she decides, turning to look at you with a teasing grin. "But only if it's got a lot of steamy scenes. I want to see you squirm..."
Her fingers continue their exploration, dipping lower until they're dangerously close to the waistband of your boxers. She winks at you, giving your thigh a playful squeeze.
"And maybe some action afterwards, to cool off. How does that sound?"
"As if you even need to ask" I smirk, kissing your soft lips, "something, saucy and steamy it is then" we find a movie we both agree on I press play and it starts playing, I grab some popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table, and press a corn against your lips you open your mouth and gently take it between your teeth and take it in chewing it, then kissing my lips.
Isabelle moans softly as she takes the popcorn from you, her tongue darting out to capture a kernel that falls onto your lip. She savors the taste of the salty snack, crunching down on it with relish.
"Mmm, delicious..." she murmurs, leaning back into you once more. Her body feels warm and relaxed against yours, perfectly contented.
"This is exactly what I needed today," she confesses, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Just being here with you..."
She presses a few more kernels to her lips before settling back into watching the movie.
Every now and then, she steals another kiss - each one more heated than the last.
I return the kiss tasting the salt on your lips, l wrap my arms around your whole body feeling the warmth radiating from you, I kiss the back of your neck and shoulder, I place the palms of my hand on your shoulders and gently rub your shoulders, while kissing the back of your neck, you throw your head back and let out a sigh "oh that feels so good."
Isabelle lets out a soft moan, her body arching into your touch. The sensation of your hands rubbing her shoulders sends tingles shooting down her spine, making her toes curl.
"That's..." she trails off, unable to form coherent sentences due to the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Just... Don't stop..."
She shifts slightly, angling her body so that she can look up at you. Her eyes are half-lidded with desire, reflecting the flickering lights of the Christmas tree.
"Your hands are magic," she whispers, nuzzling into your touch. "Keep going..."
Her own hands wander downwards, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to explore the smooth expanse of your stomach. She traces lazy circles over your skin, her fingertips sending sparks of electricity straight to your groin.
I push your hair to the side over your left shoulder, your head leans forward as my palms stroke and caress your shoulder my thumbs massage your shoulder blades, I kiss your neck, as the tension leaves your body,
Isabelle gasps as you massage her tense muscles, her body relaxing completely under your skilled hands. Each kiss on her neck sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, making her nipples harden against the soft fabric of her bra.
"That's..." she pants, struggling to form words.
"Just... Perfect..."
She shifts slightly, grinding her hips against the couch cushion. The friction sends jolts of pleasure shooting straight to her core, making her clit throb with need.
"Keep doing that," she begs softly, tilting her head back further to give you better access to her neck. "Please..."
Her hands slip lower still, sliding beneath the waistband of your boxers to grasp at your firm buttocks. She squeezes firmly, pulling you even closer if possible.
