I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing...
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My eyes flutter open, and I wince at the brightness. My first thought in the morning is Valencia, so I turn to find her. She's laying there, sleeping peacefully, somehow managing to look like an otherworldly queen from a childhood fairytale and my teenage wet dreams. Sun rays peek through the window like fingers reaching out to caress her face. As I watch those dark lashes resting on her high cheekbones, I'm reminded of what she did to me last night.
My dick throbs at the thought. I woke up in the middle of the night to Valencia's tight pussy on my cock with a vice-grip. I had never in my life felt anything so intense and wholly encompassing as the pleasure she gave me last night. I feel my cheeks heat at the words that came tumbling from my mouth in the heat of passion, unencumbered by my overactive and frantically overthinking thoughts. But the embarrassment is quickly chased away, the lust in her expressions and the depth of her moans told me she loved hearing me talk back. I decide right now that I promise to at least try more dirty talk with her; the expression on her face as I asked if she liked the feel of my cock fucking back into her was priceless.
I get up and tuck the blankets around Valencia so she's wrapped tight like a little burrito, stopping to smile at how adorable and completely non-threatening she looks snuggled in the blankets. Unable to resist, I pull out my phone and snap a picture before sliding on my boxer-briefs and walking into the kitchen.
My sweet Mistress shuffles in 45 minutes later, mid-yawn wearing my (thankfully clean) soccer jersey and panties and looking like an adorable grumpy kitten.
"Why didn't you wake me?" She walks up to my form hovering over the frying pan and wraps her arms around my face before resting her head on my back. Still gripping the spatula with one hand, I wrap my arm around hers.
"You looked so cute and peaceful." I mutter, straining to keep most of my focus on the pancake to make sure I don't mess it up. I wanted to make her the perfect breakfast so I made one of the 3 things I can actually cook.
As if to prove just the opposite, she leans in and takes a large bite out of my right shoulder. I wince slightly, laughing at her antics. "My bad, you looked beautifully vicious even wrapped up in those fluffy blankets."
She kisses the nape of my neck in approval. "Better."
Her height allows her to comfortably rest her chin on my shoulder, peeking over me to watch as I flip the last pancake.
"Hmmm I like waking up to you cooking me breakfast in your underwear," she growls before taking a firm squeeze of my ass and pressing her breasts against my back.
I feel the blush rushing to my cheeks when I realize that I forgot to put pants on in my rush to make her a nice breakfast before she woke up. "Yes...That was definitely on purpose." I tuck my head to my chin, mentally smacking myself for being such an oblivious lovesick little puppy. But then I turn to look at her and I see her relaxed expression, the adoration and amusement pouring from her eyes.
