I did not need to look at my phone to know that it was fuck all early, and the light that trickled in through the blinds told me the same. Opening my eyes still felt like a bad choice, so I kept them closed. However, I could feel that golden morning light warming my face through the curtains, and it felt nice on my face.
In a lazy attempt to deny the truth that I was indeed awake, I rolled over onto my side. That's when I noticed she wasn't there, and the first time that I could hear the sounds of music being played softly from another part of the apartment. There was the faintest hint of her scent lingering in the air, and I groaned softly as I breathed it in, pushing her pillow closer to my face and I inhaled deeply. There was the faintest hint of lavender and her own scent and I wanted more.
My body was now telling me it was time to get up, my cock was fully erect and needed some attention, but also I was curious to see what she was doing up at such a ridiculous hour. I didn't think she would ever be up before me, not after last night's seemingly endless midnight fuckfest. Against my better judgment, I opened my eyes to the room around me. Her side of the bed was of course empty, blankets were pushed away, and there were two hair ties that were left abandoned. I smiled as I fingered the little hoops of elastic.They were small, blue circles with bits of silver thread weaved amongst the blue. These hair ties had held her beautiful locks in perfect pigtails, and my cock ached at remembering how I held onto those very pigtails while I thrusted deep into her pussy. I grab them both before I start the process of leaving the comfort of the warm bed. "Maybe I will just bring her back here." I whisper to the room.
Sitting up I slide my legs off the bed, my feet meet the floor and there is nothing but instant regret in the action. The cold from the hardwood floor is enough to get the rest of my body up. I walk quickly to the armchair where my favorite green robe has been left, waiting to greet me with its familiar warmth. I pause for a hot second and debate putting underwear on, but chuckle to myself at the thought. No, I don't need to give her extra work.
Heading out in the hall the music starts to get a little louder and more recognizable. Of course she is listening to Billie Ellish and not just any Billie Ellish, but Bad Guy. Oooo, someone is feeling like a dirty little hamster.
As I head down the hallway, I can hear the distinct clink of dishes knocking around. I peek my head around the corner and get my first glimpse of her in the kitchen. The blinds are partially up, and the light coming in surrounds her, and makes her skin look like it was golden. Her back is to me, and I am relieved at this because it means I can watch her a little bit more, and drink her in. I am not sure how she is not cold, but her chosen attire is a midriff tee-shirt from a concert she had attended while she was in college, and a very lacy blue thong. Her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail. I look at the two hair ties and pop them into my robe pocket. Maybe I will need them next time.
There are so many things I want to do to her right now. Part of me wants to grab that beautiful bubble ass and just squeeze it, but there is also another part of me that just wants to hug her from behind and bury my face into her neck and rub my hands up under that shirt. My cock seems to agree with this idea the most. I stalk up on my prey, and before I make my final move I make sure she doesn't have anything breakable. Lucky for me she just finished washing off the last of the mugs. I make my move as she moves the mug to the drain and picks up the hand towel.
As quickly and as quietly as I can, I closed the distance between us. I grab her hips and pull her flush against me. My hands slide up her hips, and come to a rest under her shirt and just below those beautiful tits. I nestle my face in the hollow of her neck. Her little yelp of surprise makes me smile like a wolf, all teeth ready to devour my sweet girl.
"Didn't mean to scare you", I laugh as I let my hands travel back down to her navel and up again.
"Yes, you did. Plus, you know your hands are cold", she laughs softly as she drops the towel onto the countertop and tries to squirm away. I pull her whole body back against mine, I love how her body's warmth feels against me. "I was going to ask what's for breakfast, but I think know", her voice comes out in a huskier whisper. She starts to rub her ass up against me eliciting a soft groan. Her left hand reaches up to my face and gently traces the outline of my jaw, while her right hand covers mine, and guides it up to the swell of her right breast. I can't help but let out another small groan. My cock was already hard, and the movement from her was almost too much for me to handle.
Grabbing her by the hips, I turn her around, "Oh no you don't." I barely manage to breathe out. Her eyes go from a questioning look to one of understanding. I pull her in for a deep kiss, our tongues meet and the fire grows stronger. Before I lose myself completely, I pull back, and see my own need reflected in hers.
"Well?", I smile " Be a good girl and get on your knees". It comes out more of a growl, but her smile is all I need. It's full with lust and hunger. Giving me one last kiss, I feel her fingers blaze a fiery trail from my shoulders to my navel and I watch as she moves without hesitation to her knees.
I undo the belt of the robe so that it opens all the way, and her hands continue their journey to my shaft. Her warm hands do not immediately wrap around it, but instead she glides both hands from the base to the tip.
