Always Us

balcony breakfast

"The waffles here really don't compare," Olivia moaned as she stuffed another forkful into her mouth.

They had spent the night at their favorite hotel in Miami ahead of Spencer's game later that afternoon. Unlike last weekend, when they found themselves in Chicago in the dead of winter, the warmer climate allowed them to enjoy their room service out on the private balcony.

"I love watching you eat," Spencer chuckled, picking up a fresh strawberry from their plate and holding it up to her lips.

"Don't hate," she playfully glared at him before pursing her lips around the bright red fruit, letting her teeth sink into its soft flesh, another moan escaping her as the juice hit her tongue.

"You keep making those noises, and I'm gonna be having something different for breakfast." Spencer set down the strawberry stem before bringing his hands to her hips, shifting her further down on this thigh to give himself a bit more room.

"But this is so good," she hummed as she dunked another strawberry into the freshly whipped cream and offered it to him.

"Don't play with me, woman," Spencer shook his head as he accepted her offering. "I'm not joking." His eyes focused on hers as she pressed her hips back into him. The movement of her legs caused the silky material of her robe to part at her thighs, revealing the intricate lace of her underwear.

"And what exactly would that other breakfast be," she asked lowly before twisting her torso to take his lips in hers. He let out a deep groan as she lightly bit down, grazing her teeth along the edge before pulling away.

"Huh?" She taunted before reaching for another strawberry, making sure to produce some friction between them as she turned back towards the table.

"Something better than waffles."

"Like what?" She asked innocently as her hips began their slow grind.

Unable to respond right away, he hummed under her movements. Unlike her, his hotel robe was his only form of protection, and as he leaned forward to feed her another berry, his hardening length made an appearance through the opening at his thigh.

"Like this," he whispered as his other hand discreetly found its way between her thighs, his fingers grazing ever so lightly over the thin material.

"Mmm," she hummed as she took the berry from his hold, putting it into her mouth at the same moment that he pulled the damp fabric to the side.

He was greeted with warmth radiating from her center as one of his fingers slid along her opening, allowing her slick juices to trickle down his hand.

"I might have to order another," she moaned.

"Oh yeah?" He asked as he shifted her onto his other thigh, positioning his dick at her entrance.

"Mhm," she mumbled as her eyes fell shut at the feeling of him easing in.

"What does it taste like?"

"It's so, so good," she moaned, pushing down, not letting him pull out. "Better than anything else I've ever tasted."

"I agree." He leaned back in his seat, watching the way her hips rolled against his pelvis as she continued to eat through her breakfast.

"You want some," she sighed as she ground her clit into his thigh.

"No, I'm good," he groaned. Her warm walls held him tight, and he was starting to lose focus. All he could manage was to lift the thin robe over her ass for a better view.