Cock for breakfast

Sometimes it's the little things that drive guys crazy. Mike and I had just fucked only a little while ago, and I got up to make coffee. The morning sunlight streamed into my kitchen and warmed my naked body as I filled the pot with water and took out the Instant Espresso House.

Yes, that's right, instant coffee. I'm a business girl with a head for business (I run my own T-shirt company) but little patience for cooking. Instant does the job for me, and I expect it to be enough for my man.

I didn't realize Mike was standing behind me until he slipped his hands around my waist while I scooped out two spoonfuls of java. His hand slipped down my belly to the top of my pussy, and just held me there.

"Even just watching you make coffee gets me hard", he said kissing my neck.

"No kidding" I replied laughing as I squirmed my butt against his already leaking boner.

"I hear that Espresso House is rated the best instant" he said, moving his hands to my boobs and squeezing them gently, working the nipples between his fingers.

"I wouldn't serve you shoddy instant Mike." I knew he took his with two sugars, so I scooped that into his mug. Then I turned around and we kissed, his hard cock against my mound.

"I think the water is boiling" I said after a minute, reluctantly sliding away my lips from his.

Mike stepped back. "Let me watch you finish the process" He was a freelance photographer, and he framed me between his two hands as I poured the water into the cups. "Nice shot"

"Your coffee, good sir" My tits wobbled as I handed it to him. I looked down and saw how hard my nipples were.

"Thank you Miss"
We went back into the bedroom. Mike had turned the radio to some mellow jazz station. We sat on the bed sipping our coffee, looking at each other. I ran my fingers over Mike's chest, then lower down and took his cock in my hand.

"Here is a picture of a manly man drinking java" I said, squinting my eyes like I was visualizing a photo. Mike took the cup out of my hand and put it aside on the night stand with his.

"They're right" he said. "Espresso House is the best instant"

"I'm glad you're pleased"

"And now I want to please you, you sweet pleaser"

He leaned me back on the bed and took my right nipple in his mouth. Still hard, it felt very sensitive, and soon, his hand cupped my drenched pussy.

"Does it turn you on making coffee as much as it turned me on to watch?"

"Strange isn't it, how the simple things do it for us sexually."

"When you hot for each other, anything can get you off"

"No shit, Mike"

I pulled him up to my face and we kissed again. I loved the feeling of his hands roaming my body. I lifted up my feet and caressed the back of his legs with my soles. His cock was pressing against my pussy, but it wasn't inside as yet. It didn't seem like he was teasing me, though-it was just nice and secure, lying together like this. However, when I felt his balls against my inner thighs I started thinking about his cum and I wanted him inside.

"Baby" I whispered, "Don't be mean."

"I'm not"

"You are- You're making me ask. Didn't I just pour you a nice cup of Espresso House? Give me that cock."

"The least I could do, huh?"

"The least, baby"

With the roguish smile I like so much, Mike reached down for his cock. He parted my lips with one fast, deep squish.

"Yeah, give it to me again," I said, my nipples like red stones. "I want my breakfast!"

And that was exactly how we did it: Lying close - he on top - pumping his cock fast and hard. It was exciting, yet cozy - a perfect good Sunday morning fuck.

I could see the steam from our still-hot coffee rising from the cups. My fanny was drenched and kept his dick close. I looked up over his shoulder as he plowed back and forth, and from that angle, I saw my feet with their polished toenails cross over his back. I don't know why, but that made me go over the top - my polished toes and his cock in my cunt.

"Oh, jeez" I gasped, "Don't stop!"

As if he actually would. I came like crazy a few moments later, squeezing his cock with every inch of me, pulling the climax out of him, until he shot his cream deep inside me.

Yup, when things go right, two people click - like coffee and...er...cream! So satisfied on a Sunday.