Remember that hot babysitter you had when you were a kid?
Yeah, Roman remembers. Especially when during his first summer home during university he sees her again, and she's still as hot as ever.
Melanie didn't expect to run into the 12-year-old kid...
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Melanie
The soreness between my legs isn't a foreign concept for me as the lights from the blinds filter into the room, but what is foreign to me is the face between my legs, licking up my folds as his fingers swirl around my clit.
I could wake up to this every morning.
"Goodmorning," I mumbled, throwing the covers off me so I could get a better view. He made eye contact with me and held it, swirling his fingers around my clit harder, his tongue prodding my entrance before sinking into me. He brought his tongue in and out of my entrance while his fingers picked up their pace adding in pinches and pressing down on my sensitive clit.
He kept his actions up, tongue fucking me at a feverish pace while his fingers tended to my clit, the slight stubble on his cheeks scratching my inner thigh every once in a while adding a whole 'nother aspect to this morning.
Within minutes I could feel the orgasm staring through my body, moans, and whimpers falling from my lips as he kept his tongue plunging into my core, his fingers pinching my clit harder than before. It finally wracked through my body, so intense it made me feel like I was falling apart.
My hands retreated from his hair as it finished its course through my body, Roman drinking up all my release before meeting my gaze with a grin, "delicious breakfast. Compliments to the chef."
"What was that about?" I asked him, resituating my panties that were down to my knees and my shirt that had ridden up over my stomach.
"I said that I was looking forward to my favorite breakfast this morning didn't I?"
"That you did. But now I need breakfast," he smirked at me before starting to remove his sweatpants, only stopping when I put my hand over his, "and I don't mean your dick," biting my lip I looked at the already strained fabric, that had to be painful, "yet."
He groaned in anticipation but then shook his head with a laugh, walking over to his dresser and grabbing out a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt, "my dad shouldn't be home until this afternoon but might wanna wear these just in case." He handed me the sweatshirts which I put on rolling the waistband a few times to get them to fit as he slipped the fresh shirt over his head.
I made my way into his bathroom and locked the door behind me, going to the bathroom before I got a good look at myself in the mirror. My hair is all over the place, my makeup from yesterday is smeared on my face and my cheeks are flushed probably from the constant sex. I wash my face in the sink and find a brush in his bathroom to tug out the knots in my hair. By the time I'm finished in the bathroom I look almost presentable to be seen by other people.
I pop open the door to see Roman sitting on the edge of his bed scrolling through his phone but he looks up when he hears the door and the floors creak, "cereal okay?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm just a little hungry from last night's activities."
He moves towards me, caging my hips against the wall and leaning down to whisper into my ear, "hungry enough to do it again, maybe in the shower. ''You all wet against me sounds like a dream." He rasps out, his morning voice deeper than usual.
I feel my panties dampen at his words but the grumbling in my stomach sets my plan of action, food first and getting fucked in the shower second. He notices the stomach growling too because he led me into the old wooden kitchen and placed two bowls in front of some stools.
"Captain Crunch or Cheerios?" He asks, holding up two boxes of cereal.
"Cheerios."
"Ok, mom. That's like the most boring cereal." He scoffs, pouring Captain Crunch into his bowl before dumping some Cheerios into mine.
"Am I at least a MILF?" Loading my first spoonful into my mouth I hear him choke slightly on his cereal, "definitely." he says confidently, his eyes roaming my body that's stuck under his clothes.
We continued our eating in peace, silently scooping spoonfuls of our respective cereals into our mouths in silence before making our way back up to his room, lips automatically crashing together as soon as the door closes behind us.
"What about that shower?" I whisper.
"I thought you'd never ask." He picks me up from the backs of my thighs and brings us both into the bathroom until we're fully naked, resuming the clashing of our mouths and waiting for the temperature of the shower to warm up.
