Morning Coffee 33

His eyes opened to the brightness of unexpected morning. Through the wide ground level windows he saw the large wild garden, a thousand white and yellow flowers flagrant in Spring bloom upon the lush greenery of grass and unattended wildweeds, all swaying in a breeze he could not feel. All he could feel was the pleasant weight of her sleeping head on his wide chest.

"How did we end up here?" he thought and as he finished that slow thought it answered itself as his eyes fell to the bottle of deep brown liquor, half emptied, on the table before them. The muted screen on the far wall showed a morning work-out program, a gymful of ridiculously perfect bodies stretching and gyrating to music he mercifully couldn't hear.

His eyes fell now to the woman who was breathing softly upon him as they lay lenghtwise on the oversized fawn settee, her hair a wild tangle under his chin, the familiar scent of her rising to him, he inhaled deeply through his nose and closed his eyes and all he could think was he was not far from heaven. He gently scooped her hair away over her shoulder exposing her neck, slender, flawless. His hand was on her hip and he softly rocked her body against his but she was deeply asleep.

He dipped his head towards her, he lightly swept the tip of his nose across the nape of her neck, he barely touched her with his lips but her breath remained unchanged. He wet his lips and placed a firm kiss in the same place and she stirred slightly. He heard her breathe in deeply and she turned her face to his, her eyes squinting at him questioningly before her face relaxed into a smile.

"Morning already?" she whispered, her voice husky from their night of smoke and booze. He nodded silently.

She groaned softly, "I don't know if I even want to move".

"It's early, we have nowhere to be" he answered and she readjusted herself to lie more comfortably, the back of her head resting now on his shoulder. Her eyes darted urgently to the silent screen.

She slapped him gently on the chest. "Rude to wake up me up so early" she said and he laughed softly.

"I know you like your lie-ins," he replied "but it's not often we end up waking like this, is it?".

She nestled her face into his shirt again and murmured "How did we fall asleep here?"

He didn't answer. He was breathing her in, eying the length of her body, her feet bare, her leg casually thrown over his, her baggy pants which at the top were elastic and fitted snuggly to her waist and a light t-shirt which gave him a pleasing view of her pale chest.

He reached down and placed the palm of his hand under her shirt, firmly on her midriff. She was smooth and warm, he rubbed her belly in wide circles and she moaned softly in protest but he continued until she placed her hand on his to stop him. His cheek brushed hers softly and he brought his hand up to her chest and cupped her left breast through her shirt and squeezed it hard with her nipple in the palm of his hand and he released it and he dragged the tip of his fingernails across the fabric covering her breast until he reached her now erect nipple and he used the nail of his middle finger to pull it towards him and when it sprang back he pushed the same fingernail heavily across it again in the other direction. Her eyes were closed and she was silent apart from her deep nasal breaths.

She was pressing her cheek hard against his. He repeated this harsh massage four times more until she gasped softly and turned her face away from his. He returned his hand to her warm belly and rubbed it again in a wide circle, then brought his hand up under her shirt to the same breast and cupped it firmly, rubbed his thumb gently now over her stiff nipple.

He kissed her cheek gently and then took the tip of her nipple between his thumb and index finger and pulled it gently but firmly outwards, bringing the taut flesh of her breast away from her until his fingers lost their grip and when he went to grasp the tip again she grabbed his wrist and pulled herself up to him face to face, the tips of their noses nearly touching.

"Kiss it better" she whispered and in a swift motion pulled the front of her t-shirt up over his head, raised herself so he was face to face with her reddened tit and she pulled his face onto her, directing his mouth to the tingling tip of her breast. His mouth was already wet with anticipation and he took the florid tip into his mouth and he flicked his tongue over it as he inhaled her aroma, his eyes shut as he licked the underside of her boob, tasting her sweat and perfume as his lips and tongue caressed the cleft between her breast and ribs, her hands firmly on the back of his head as she guided him to kiss the side of her aching tit, he rubbed the outside of his teeth along her sideboob, he risked a gentle bite for which he received a gentle tap of her knuckles to the top of his head and he returned obediently to his rightful place.

"Just kiss it now" she whispered, and his eyes were wide open, seeing nothing but the pink centre of her flushed breast which he kissed gently in small reverential pecks, allowing his tongue to just barely touch her sweet softness, her hands were in his hair, firmly holding him to her until he felt her grip soften and when he heard her say "Good boy" he pressed his face into her softness until she pulled him gently away from her and as she said "But you forgot this one" she pulled his hair hard and guided him roughly to her other breast.

"Suck it hard" she whispered and she plunged his face onto her round firmness.

"Suck it" she repeated louder this time and her hands were in his hair, pulling it hard, pressing him into her as she was grinding against him as he took her in his mouth, he was all lips and tongue and teeth, his head was swimming from her scent, he was becoming frantic, the tightness of her shirt over his head pressing him against her as she was grinding herself against him, he could smell her sex as he chewed the underside of her tit, licking it all around, taking her hard nipple between his teeth, he pulled hard on it and she gave a squeak of pain but still she pushed his face harder into her but she again tapped the top of his head to warn him, and he started licking her hungrily, roughly, from the bottom of her boob up to her nipple and finally buried his face between her tits, licking her, kissing her, breathing her in as she pressed him harder into her until he felt her grip release and her hands rub gently up and down his back and he winced as the morning light returned to his eyes when she lifted her shirt over him and released him.

They were both breathing heavily. His tongue and mouth were raw, his nose full of her aroma. She gracefully slid away from him and sat upright on the large couch, an arm's reach away. He could see her breasts engorged beneath her shirt, the thin fabric clinging to her shape, her nipples still erect and protruding proudly. He could feel his own proud expectant erection pulsing too. Her eyes were on the mute screen. She reached for the control, he tried to meet her eyes, he smiled.

"Make coffee," she said.