I woke up, and for a few seconds, had no idea where I was. The grogginess faded, and I looked next to me in the bed for the answer.  She was the answer to everything, really.

By the time we had both got off work and moved my stuff to the storage building and her apartment, we’d both been so exhausted that we fell asleep almost instantly. After six months of dating, we knew it was time. Our schedules made it difficult to carve out sexy time, and the only way we were going to get it regularly at any time except the weekends was if we were living together.

Seeing her sleeping next to me with her auburn hair spread out in a halo behind her made me not want to get up. I wanted to snuggle in next to her and just feel her skin against mine. I knew better than to sleep in, because it would make me a bear come Monday morning. How Jeanie managed to sleep the morning away and never be the worse for wear when it came time to go back to work never ceased to amaze me.

It was one of a million amazing things about her.

I slipped out of the bed without waking her and headed for the kitchen. I needed some wake-up juice, and I needed it fast. Thankfully, she had the same coffee maker that I had in the old apartment with my roommates, and she kept the pods in plain sight. I had my cup of coffee in nothing flat and began to feel more human after the first sip.

I had almost finished the cup when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. My eyes widened and a smile instantly erupted when I saw her. She was wearing nothing but a pair of barely-there panties, and she looked absolutely stunning. That beautiful face. Her mesmerizing blue eyes. The firm teardrops of her breasts capped with small, rosy areolas and those little nipples. Those long, gorgeous legs.

Jeanie raised both of her hands and covered her hair as she walked in. “Don’t look at me, my hair must be a rat’s nest.”

“You look incredible, baby,” I countered.

She smiled and said, “Thank you for lying.” I didn’t miss that she added a little strut to her step as she walked to the coffee maker, though.

“No lie,” I said while admiring her ass, which was barely covered by her panties.

She looked back over her shoulder, blushed, and laughed while selecting a pod for her cup of coffee.

I continued to drink in the sight of her as she leaned on the counter, waiting for her coffee to finish brewing. She must have felt my eyes on her, because she once again looked over her shoulder and said, “Stop it.”

“Can’t help it.”

She sighed but also stuck her ass out toward me and wiggled it. She took her cup of coffee and turned to face me.

Looking at her standing there, just so naturally sweet and beautiful made my heart melt, and I said, “I love you.”

Her smile lit up the room. She reached up, brushed aside a few strands of hair that had drifted into her vision, and said, “I love you too.”

She came over and sat next to me at the table, and I saw her looking over her cup at my bare chest. “Now who’s staring,” I muttered into my cup as I took another drink.

I got a twitch of her eyebrows as an answer. A few seconds later, I felt her toes tickling mine, and I shivered. The delicate digits glided over my foot, up my ankle, and to my calf. I put my cup down, no longer concerned with finishing the last couple of sips.

Jeanie was wearing a crooked, sultry smile. She pursed her lips and blew across the top of her cup, sending swirls of steam toward me before taking another sip. Her foot continued to caress my leg the whole while. I lifted my other foot and ran the top of it against the back of her calf. She moaned into her next sip.

She managed one more mouthful before she put her cup down, whimpered, and got up to kiss me. I don’t know about her, but there wasn’t a hint of morning coffee breath that I could detect in that hungry kiss as I stood.

Our hands roamed over each other’s faces and bare skin as our tongues wrangled. She took the initiative of pushing down on my boxers, but I wasn’t far behind in sliding down her panties. My boxers dropped to my ankles when her fingers curled around my cock. Her panties remained stretched between her thighs as I slipped two fingers into her wet heat.

Jeanie reached back with the hand not stroking my cock and yanked her chair closer. She pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, turned to the side while shoving her panties down, and lifted her foot up onto the chair. I was already moving by the time her hand moved to my back to draw me nearer.

Cock in hand, I squatted down enough to push the head against her folds. After a couple of wiggles, it was on target, and I straightened.

Jeanie’s head lolled back as my cock pushed into her slippery canal. “Ah,” she sighed – the sound mingling with my groan.  She pulled me close, and then into a kiss.

I worked my hips, thrusting into her tight pussy. Jeanie whimpered into our kiss in time with my cock plunging into her depths and clawing at my back. I grabbed one cheek of her perfect ass in each hand, and it let me drive my cock into her even harder on the next stroke. Jeanie lurched away from my lips to yelp.

We stared into each other’s eyes – skin to skin – connected in ways far beyond the physical. Jeanie whimpered and moaned in chorus with my grunts. Color bloomed in her cheeks, spreading through her face as her pleasure mounted.

And then I slipped out.

We quickly disentangled, but before I could slide my erection back inside her, she turned away and pushed the chair as she bent over. I was perfectly happy to caress her ass with one hand and guide my cock with the other as her elbows settled on the seat of the chair. She squealed when I sank into her balls deep once more.

She balanced on one elbow, reaching back with the other hand to her clit and cried, “Yes. Harder. Faster. Fuck me.”

“Oh, god yeah, baby,” I growled, as I slammed into her. Loud smacks echoed back from the walls as our flesh collided. I pulled back on her hips, driving my cock even harder and deeper into her clinging embrace. It wasn’t long before I heard the telltale sign of her cries jumping an octave in pitch.

“Come for me, Jeanie,” I grunted, keeping up the relentless pace of my hips.

Her voice warbled when she responded, “Yes b-b-babyyy!”

I clenched my teeth and fought against the warm tickle that was spreading through my cock. She felt too good, and it was pushing me toward the edge as well.

“Yes! Fuck meee! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” she screamed when she was on the cusp.

“God yeah, baby,” I growled, as I gave her everything I had.

Jeanie wailed in sweet release a couple of thrusts later and her pussy clenched around me. My grunts exploded from my lips in blasts as I fucked her hard, driving her to even greater heights. The sound of her crying out in ecstasy gave me chills.

It also overwhelmed my control. I hurtled toward the point of no return. “Shit. I’m gonna come.”

We moved in perfect synchronization. I pulled out of her clinging pussy, and she dropped to her knees on the tile while turning to face me. Though she was still gasping and twitching from her orgasm, she wrapped her lips around my pussy-slick cock and sucked it hard.

I only made it through a few seconds of her looking up at me, sucking my cock, and pumping her hand on the shaft. The words emerged in a desperate rush when I warned her, “Here comes.”

A roar vibrated in my throat when I erupted into her hot mouth. A hastily raised hand pressing hard against my hip kept the involuntary lurch of my orgasm from shoving my cock down her throat. Jeanie moaned excitedly around me as cum flooded her mouth. She sucked the pulsing organ with a smile in her eyes – effortlessly taking the volcanic blasts of semen.

Thoroughly embarrassing and unmanly sounds tumbled from my lips as she drained me dry. I had to brace my hand on the table when my knees began to wobble. After one especially deep suck, she slid her lips slowly back up my shaft and let me free.

She opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue through the pool of cum there, which made my legs feel even weaker.  She closed her mouth, moaned in satisfaction, and then parted her lips one last time to prove that she’d swallowed every drop.

Then she wrapped those lips around me again.

I squeezed the edge of the table and growled from the intense sensation of her sucking my sensitive organ. She chuckled while delivering the sweet torment but finally gave me a reprieve just before it was too much to handle. She kissed the swollen and purple tip one last time and licked her lips.

I collapsed heavily into my chair to the sound of her sweet laughter.

When I managed to force my eyes open again, she was smiling wickedly at me over her coffee cup. She took a drink, licked her lips, and said, “Best part of waking up.”

I chuckled and nodded.  I couldn’t have agreed more.