Lisa
I feel the bed dip to the left, and then the right, before the weight evens and everything is still. There's something tickling my face - it's light and skims along my skin. It smells like coconut. There's a kiss placed on my chin, then my jaw, and then multiple, heated kisses trail down my neck.
This is the perfect way to wake up. I instantly know nothing was a dream - the beautiful girl is here, now, seducing me to consciousness. I can smell her and feel her, and as her mouth reaches my chest, she sits back and puts gentle weight on the bulge hidden just beneath the covers.
Quickly, before she has time to even process what's happening, I capture her in my arms and flip us both over. She squeals as she's thrown onto her back, pinned between me and the bed.
"Lisa, no!" she grunts, laughing. She struggles against me, but it's useless. She finally calms down once I kiss her.
"No what?" I ask innocently.
She glares at me, but it's playful. Her eyes are shining and bright. There's an unusual amount of sunlight pouring in from the window, covering the bed and the happy couple that resides here.
"You know what."
She tries one last time to push me away, but I don't budge. I begin kissing her neck, nipping in sensitive places, and she throws her head back and moans.
"I made you breakfast."
Her argument is weak. I don't care about breakfast. "I have plenty to eat right here," I say deviously. She giggles.
"Maybe if you're good, I'll let you take a shower with me after we eat."
I groan, moving my lips lower, pushing the fabric of her T-shirt up to expose the skin beneath. Her hands wind into my hair, encouraging me, but she gives one last effort.
"The breakfast won't be good anymore, Lisa. I got up early to fix it..."
She doesn't sound very persuasive this time. Perhaps she's trying to convince herself as much as me. But I sigh and lower her shirt before pulling back. I'm being a dick.
"You're right, baby. I'm sorry." I skim my nose against hers, placing a soft kiss at the top of her mouth. She sighs against me. "I'm holding you to that shower, though," I tease.
She grins and pushes against me. This time I relent and move back, allowing her to easily slide out of bed. Her smooth legs disappear beneath one of my long shirts, and had I not just been all over her, I would wonder as to whether she was wearing panties. Unfortunately, she is. She throws a playful look in my direction, which is unbelievably sexy. My erection is almost painful.
"Remember, you have to be good," she reminds me. "Now hurry up. It's probably already cold. And the sooner you eat, the sooner I can get cleaned up."
I've never eaten so fast in my entire life.
Jennie makes a show of being in the shower. She accidentally drops the soap, then subtly bends at the waist to pick it up, pressing her ass against my crotch as she does. It takes everything within me not to grab her by the hips and slam into her.
She stands in front of me, facing away, as I lather up my hands and wash her hair. I pull her flush against my body so that my erection is nestled right against her ass. I feel like I'm going to explode. She moans as I work the soap through her hair. This foreplay has me crazy. She shifts to the other foot, and that slight movement alone causes me to groan loudly.
She turns around, regarding me with wide, innocent eyes.
"Lisa, you seem tense," she observes, sliding a soapy hand down my chest. I dip my head, kissing her hard in response, and then groan again when she wraps her hand around my shaft. Her grip is tight and sensual as she slides it slowly up and down.
