One More Time

I woke up the next morning with Chanel sound asleep against my body. Her head was on my chest, and her leg was draped over mine. My hand ran up and down her back, pulling goosebumps along her skin even as she slept. Her soft breaths filled my room as her womanly scent permeated my nose. I could still taste her on my tongue. I could still feel her lips against mine. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and to make sure this was all happening. She was really here.

After lying there for an hour with Chanel in my arms, my stomach began to growl. I slipped from her arms, watching as she rolled over to her side. I tucked Chanel in and kissed her forehead, smoothing her sweat-dampened hair back from her face. She looked positively angelic lying in my bed, and I wondered what I could do to keep her here with me a little longer.

I quickly got dressed and left the apartment. I had nothing there to make us for breakfast, so I would have to venture out for some things. I swung through the nearest coffee shop and got us some coffee and breakfast sandwiches, satisfied that they would be good enough. She deserved better, but I would address that later. For now, all I wanted to do was lie in bed with her, sipping coffee, eating food, and listening to whatever it was she had to say about her life.

I parked my car and carried the food up the stairs, ready to wake Chanel up with feather-light kisses and nuzzles against her cheek.

But when I opened my door, what I got was a half-naked, very frantic Chanel. She was standing there with her phone against her ear, and I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Her eyes darted between the sandwiches and the coffee as relief crossed her face. She was standing next to my couch in nothing but my shirt, the fabric barely covering her ass as she bounded toward me.

She hung up her phone, and it stopped the vibrating in my pocket.

“I thought you’d left,” she said as she took the coffee from me.

“I did,” I said as my eyes followed the curves of her body. “To get food.”

“Not what I meant,” she said.

We walked into the kitchen and set everything down. Then, I pulled her into my arms. She squealed as I kissed her, backing her into the counter before I grabbed her waist. I picked her up and set her on the edge, her legs spreading for me as our tongues found each other. Her hands massaged my shoulders and cupped my cheeks as my hands ran up her naked legs, moving closer toward her growing heat as my need for her grew too.

“I didn’t leave you,” I said. “And I never will.”

“Thank you for breakfast,” she said.

“Thank you for trying to call me before you left.”

“How did you know I was calling you?”

“My phone was vibrating in my pocket,” I said.

“That was your phone? I thought you were just happy to see me.”

I swiped my fingertips along her wet slit, making her gasp, and then brought them to my lips. I licked her off me as she watched, her gaze dancing along my face. She leaned in to kiss me, her tongue trailing along my lips to lick herself off my skin. I felt my cock growing hard as her hands threaded around my neck, pulling me closer and teasing me with her soft skin.

“We should definitely eat first,” Chanel said.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

I sank to my knees as my tongue found her pussy, lapping her up as she spread wide for me. She leaned back onto her arms, her hips rolling into me as her clit swelled against my tongue. Her juices tasted so good, the best cream I could have ever wanted for my coffee. I drank her down, licking every inch of her as I sucked on her pussy lips. I cleaned her up until she was dry before I pressed my tongue into her entrance, pushing her over the edge.

“Oh, Rhett. Rhett. Shit. You’re too good … at that. Rhett. Oh, that tongue.”

Her hands wrapped around my head and pulled me closer as I knelt in front of her. I worshipped her body the way it deserved as her hips ground against my lips. I rolled her into another orgasm, her lips parting in a silent cry as her whole body tensed. Her legs locked around my head, pulling me even deeper as I held my breath and coaxed her down from her high.

She collapsed against me, her body falling off the counter as I caught her in my arms.

“I got you. I got you. Here. Let’s sit and get you some coffee.”

I set her down at the kitchen table and set her food in front of her. The two of us ate our breakfast in silence, with Chanel still trying to catch her breath. I could see her still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I grinned, loving that I could make her this way, all exhausted from the pleasure I could give her body.

“I’m sorry if I worried you,” I said. “I didn’t have anything here for breakfast, so I wanted to surprise you with some in bed.”

“Trust me. All of this and … and that.”

She motioned to the countertop as a chuckle fell from my lips.

“Very much a surprise,” she said.

“Good,” I said.