The sight of her in one of his baggy, threadbare t-shirts made him smile as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. She was standing against the counter, balancing as though in a yoga pose with one foot delicately resting on the opposite knee, absentmindedly running her spoon through a bowl of dry cereal. Her toned legs were completely bare, and he could just barely make out the curve of her ass disappearing below the hem of the shirt. Was she wearing panties?
“I’ve been looking for that shirt you know,” he called out as he meandered into the room, clad only from the waist down in a pair of sweatpants.
“Clearly you weren’t looking hard enough,” she smirked, looking quickly over her shoulder at him before raising her bowl closer to her mouth and taking a bite of the cereal. He could tell her smile was wide even though she was facing mostly away from him, and he leaned down on both of his hands, pressing them against the counter top of the kitchen island.
“Thought it’d be on the floor where I left it last night.”
“A logical conclusion,” she responded dropping the spoon into the bowl and running her fingers through her unkempt hair. “But missing shirt… missing naked girlfriend… the next best guess seems obvious to me.”
“With you taking all of my clothes, what am I supposed to wear?” he asked coyly, sidling up behind her and giving her a peck on the cheek while he wrapped his arms around her.
“You look fine in just the sweatpants,” she giggled, leaning forward slightly and wiggling her rear end against him. “Hmm… they’re soft though. Maybe I’ll snag those next.”
“Ohh no,” he countered, a playful warning in his tone as he pressed himself back into her firmly. “These sweatpants are never comin’ off again if I know you’re on the prowl for them.”
She grinned devilishly, picking up her spoon, “Never coming off, huh? I’ll bet there are things I could offer that would make you reconsider.”
“Oh I know there are,” he smiled against her and planted a kiss delicately at the base of her neck. “But first, finish your breakfast. It is, after all, the most important meal of the day.”
He relinquished his hold on her and she looked out the window again distractedly, digging back into her bowl of cereal. A few moments went by while she chewed in silence when suddenly, she felt his hands again— not rough in their guidance, but firm, bending her over, pushing her chest down, and pressing it to the countertop she had been leaning against.
“Wha- what are you doing?” she asked, breathless at the sudden display of dominance.
“Breakfast, darling. The most important meal of the day.”
He knelt down behind her and she quickly moved her bowl off to the side, spreading her legs slightly in anticipation of his next move. His hands moved down to her hips and pushed her further up onto the counter so that the tips of her toes barely touched the floor. His shirt rode up on her ass revealing that it was bare— there were no panties after all. He kneaded her slowly, spreading her open and growling appreciatively at the sight of her glistening lips. He gave one cheek a firm smack as he leaned in, and she gasped at the sting— the gasp was drawn out into a moan as his tongue trailed over her wet slit.
She shuddered as he began to lick and suck on her in earnest, leaving no place untouched while also giving extra attention to the spots that he knew would make her melt. A moan escaped from between her lips as he took her clit between his lips and sucked gently; she felt the tips of his fingers teasing her and did her best to grind back against him, but it was virtually impossible as his hand on her upper thigh kept her firmly pinned to the counter. The coolness of the granite on her breasts and stomach was a contrast to the warmth of his hands, his breath… his mouth, devouring her.
Her legs tensed as she felt one of his fingers press into her and he stopped enjoying her for a moment to pull back and admire the sight. “You’re so tight around my finger, baby. I ought to fuck you. Would you like that?” She whimpered and tried to form words, but they were caught in her throat as he added a second finger and began to pump them in and out.
“You’re right babygirl— I need to finish my breakfast first,” he cooed as his tongue began its dance on and in her again, assisted by the movement of his fingers, now coated in her wetness. “Or rather I need to get my breakfast to finish… more than once, I think. How’s yours coming along?”
Her breathing had grown heavy and her bowl of cereal had been pushed away with no chance of drawing even a glimmer of her attention. Her hands were pressed hard into the counter top, and her fingers were spread wide as though searching for something— anything— to anchor her, but his firm grip held her lower half steadily as he continued to lap away. “Oh God, oh fuck—” she squeaked out as her legs began to shake and an orgasm rocked through her; he didn’t stop moving his fingers but slowed his lips and tongue as she came, pussy clenching and quivering around him. When her legs went limp, he resumed enthusiastically and she let out a whine as she was immediately overstimulated by his ministrations. She felt him chuckle into her—
“I’m not done, baby, and neither are you. There’s too much of you left to enjoy…”
She groaned, a smile dancing across her lips, as she gave in to the pleasure again and a second orgasm overtook her. This one was shorter— sharper. A different kind of satisfying. It almost left her drooling as her eyes went out of focus, and she craned her neck to rest the side of her head against the wall.
“Good girl,” he purred, rotating his wrist so that his fingers switched positions and his thumb could replace his tongue against her clit. He gently rocked it from side to side as his fingers curled forward, stimulating her g-spot and making her cry out again. “So good for me. I want one more. Can you give me one more, baby?”
She whimpered again, but the whimper immediately rose into a shout as she felt the tip of his tongue begin teasing her ass. She involuntarily bent her knees and her legs began to shake as her upper body squirmed against the counter. “You like that, baby?” she heard him croon, his fingers moving in and out of her faster, and his thumb rubbing insistent circles on her clit. “Give it to me, babygirl. Cum on my tongue.”
As his tongue pressed into her tight ass again, she yelled and tensed as a wave of euphoria swept forcefully over her, beginning at the point where his mouth made contact and spreading to the tips of her toes and fingers— she flexed them desperately, riding out the orgasm as she moaned his name at the top of her lungs.
He slowed his licks and kisses and withdrew his fingers, cupping her pussy and applying a gentle pressure as she shook underneath his touch. Eventually her heaving breaths slowed, and after some time he felt confident that she would be able to stand— though he would wait to catch her just in case— so he released his grip slowly and let her feet touch the ground. He stood and she stayed splayed out on the counter, her face adorned in an expression of total bliss. He chuckled and leaned down, kissing her delicately on the lips as her head rested on the counter top.
“Thank you for breakfast, baby. You can have the sweatpants now, if you still want them.”
