Breakfast in Bed - Sex Stories

Breakfast in Bed

... thighs, her ample cleavage spilling demurely but ever so alluringly from the top. The fabric, thin enough to see the contour and outline of her figure, her shapely hips, even her perfect derriere as she twirled for him, like a model on show. His eyes widened, and his mouth quickly dried, as it dawned on him that this was quite literally all she was wearing. This time, it was her that stepped to him, and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips met again, but this time there was the beginning of a flame building behind them. Their tongues eagerly explored each other, small moans escaping their lips. His hands moved eagerly to the base of her neck, pulling her closer as his desire grew. She stepped closer still, pressing her chest against his bare skin, feeling his heartbeat quicken in his chest. She melted away again, stepping back with that same coy smile on her face. He merely stared at her, his breathing now fast and impatient. Stammering at first, he managed to control himself and grinned back. “I think breakfast can wait a little while”, he said, switching off the stove as he did. Turning back to her, he lunged at her, tackling her around the waist and lifting her onto his shoulder, fireman carry style. She squealed and protested, while he simply laughed and absorbed her kicks and punches, steadily trodding back in the direction of their room. As they entered the doorway, her protests had given way to fits of laughter, and even as he threw her onto the bed, she convulsed, ...

... laughing uncontrollably. He watched her for a minute, a broad smile fixated upon his face, before leaping into the bed and lying alongside her. As if to quell her fits of laughter, he seized her between his arms and pulled her close, smothering her into his chest. His hands settled against her lower back and begin to stroke her long, luxurious hair, running his fingers through it. As her giggles turned to contented moans, he sighed contentedly, and allowed himself to revel in the sensation of the soft skin of her legs pressed against his. They lay for a time, simply enjoying the sound of each others' breathing, her head rising and falling with each breath he took. Her hands began to stroke his palm, wandering up and down his wrist and forearm. Every so often, she would look up at him, and giggle sheepishly when he met her gaze. “Are you quite alright there, my dear?” he laughed, only to be met with a nod and another giggle. “Do you want to play, is that it kitten?”. He felt the subtle tensing of her muscles, and noticed her eyes light up ever so slightly. Another nod, and she playfully nipped at his chest. “I see. Well, I think we can find some time to play” he intoned. He took his hands from her hair and began to trace his fingertips over the bare skin of her upper back. “Did you wear this just for me this morning?” he asked, knowing the answer. Yet another nod, and a deep, steady breath as she rested her chin on his chest, staring up at him. “And did you know you had nothing ...