Sunday Morning Coffee
Her mornings didn’t start before her first sip. He knew that, and always made sure the coffee was ready the moment she first opened her eyes. If it wasn’t, there would be hell to pay. This Sunday morning began like every other morning, as the two of them sat on the couch sipping the black gold that began their days.
Conversation and television had been the entertainment as they commenced with their second cup of the morning. She happened to notice a familiar bulge growing inside his loose pajama pants. A wicked smile grew across her face as he grinned back and pulled his cock out, slowly stroking it while taking another sip.
“I REALLY like watching you do that,” she remarked as she continued to ogle.
“Good,” was all he said as his hands slid up and down the length, quickly turning the head a needy shade of purple.
She sat her coffee down, arose from the couch, opened her robe and lowered herself onto her back on the ottoman, legs spread welcomingly wide. He quickly sat down his cup too and positioned himself between her thighs. His first, firm thrust caused her to gasp and almost launch off the other side. They proceeded to enjoy a good morning fuck, no frills, just animal pleasures, until his body lurched, shook and he had his orgasmic release.
But he wasn’t done yet. He withdrew his cock and immediately began fingering her hole as his offering slowly dripped out. Her body reacted in an almost instant release of her own. He didn’t stop the onslaught, instead, he intensified by pounding her over and over until his entire fist was buried deep in her gushing hole. She twisted and whimpered at the invasion and unbelievable pleasure.
After a series of intense, explosive orgasms, he paused and withdrew his hand. Her ragged breathing started to slow, and she looked down at him to see him reaching over for his coffee cup. She thought it odd that he would stop in the middle of such intensity for a drink, when she suddenly realized that a drink was not what was on his mind.
With a wry grin, he took a mouthful of hot coffee, spread her legs wide, and placed his mouth over her quivering clit, letting the warm liquid bathe her pleasure spot while he began working it feverishly with his tongue. In an instant her cries escalated, and a new sensation of pleasure, like she had never felt, began to break over her wave upon wave. The combination of the hot liquid and his tongue, synergized in a way neither of them was expecting.
He continued to work her spot as she wracked in uncontrolled ecstasy, and paused briefly, for another mouthful, when the first had trickled away and been swallowed. Her eyes narrowed wickedly, as he gulped a second mouthful. “Fill me” she breathlessly begged, and his eyes lit with a broad smile. His face navigated down to her hole, and he pushed the entire contents of his mouth into her awaiting opening. He quickly pinched her lips together to keep the warm fluid inside, and took yet another mouthful.
He again placed the warm liquid around her clit, and started energetically working it while holding her lips closed. Her back arched, as the heat of coffee and the action of his tongue created a fever to release, and when she did, he relaxed his hold on her labia and she expelled coffee in a true gushing orgasm.
She laid there, body twitching, slowly regaining her breath as he scooped her up into his arms and held her spent body.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” she exclaimed when she again had her breathing under control.
“Nothing better than Sunday morning coffee,” he replied as he places a soft kiss upon her lips.