Beyond the Table

Not Again

After a lustful night of basking in the getting back together glow, Amelia and Elise woke up to the sun streaming in through the bedroom drapes. It was highly uncharacteristic of Elise to sleep in past 9:00 AM, yet the clock on the bedside table read 12:30 PM. 

"Oy, vey!" Elise groaned as she made a deep stretch. "It's the afternoon already. Amelia, Amy, Amy, wake up." 

"Ughhh, I'm exhausted. Whyyyyy" Amelia complained. 

"We have to get the day started. It's moving on without us! Plus, Daniella will be here for lunch at 2:00, remember?" 

"Oh, shit, yup. Getting up now!" Amelia still took about ten minutes to leave the bed.

Elise knew it would be some time before she would truly get up. During this time, she made her way into her walk-in closet, set her nightgown on the chaise in the corner, and opened the first set of doors looking for a blouse and matching pants to put on.

"Mhhm, I like that view," Amelia said flirtatiously while standing in the doorframe. 

Elise was thumbing through hangers with nothing on and her hair tied up in a claw clip. 

Amelia clocked her. "Do we have to get dressed right this instant?" 

"Sweetheart," Elise elongated both syllables. 

"Can we at least have coffee first?" Amelia pleaded as Elise glanced to her from over her shoulder. 

"Okay, fine. But then we MUST get ready." Elise could never resist that look in Amelia's eyes, so she reached for her nightgown. 

"UM, who said you could put that back on? I certainly didn't!"

"Amy, I'm not going to make us coffee with no clothes on!

"Mhmm, but look at you." Amelia clocked Elise again. "I would love to have this view as I sip my coffee and turn into a human."

"Oh, honey stop!" Elise poked back waving her hand away. 

"Okaaaaay, well, I'll meet you in the kitchen then." Amelia walked out backwards so she could keep looking at Elise. 

Cups and spoons clinked in the kitchen while the coffee machine got to work. Amelia was a pro at preparing both coffees at this point in the relationship. She stirred roughly a spoonful of honey into each mug with a splash of oat milk. 

"Ams, that smells wonderful! Uhhh, I need this. Thank you." Elise wrapped her arms around Amelia's hips as she stood facing the counter. She gave her a kiss on the neck and promptly grabbed her mug. 

Amelia took a sip of her coffee before heading to the table. When she flipped around from the marble top, she almost choked. 

"Is this what you meant by enjoying the view?" Elise said seductively as Amelia coughed. 

Banging on her chest, Amelia was delighted yet caught off guard to see Elise leaning across the table topless. 

"Um, yes, that," she tried to collect herself, "is exactly what I meant." Amelia rushed over to the table not caring that her mug was spilling over. Elise laughed. 

"What? Like you haven't seen my breasts before?" She teased as she fondled them. 

"I'd like to continue seeing them for the rest of my life, actually." Amelia put her coffee down and rushed around the table. 

She tired to replace Elise's hand with her own, but was met with a domineering no.

"Coffee first." Elise winked  

Amelia begrudgingly drank her coffee as the two women discussed plans for the rest of the day. When Elise finished, she grabbed both mugs and placed them in the sink. 

Not a second after, Amelia hopped up on the kitchen island and motioned for Elise to come here with her index finger. Elise stood between Amelia's legs and watched as her girlfriend's eyes intently focused on her chest. Amelia began to gently squeeze her breasts. 

"God, I am no better than a man." Amelia exclaimed as she filled her hands. 

Now grazing her thumb over Elise's nipple, she hoped that if she alternated enough times that Elise would postpone getting dressed. 

Elise took a shaky breath in. "That feels..." She gasped. 

Amelia contorted her body, very uncomfortably, so she could suck on Elise's nipple. 

"Move over, I'm getting up there." Elise hoisted herself onto the island.

She leaned back and used both of her elbows for support as Amelia situated herself with a knee in between her legs and an arm right by that elbow.  The women resembled an R rated version of Twister. 

After kissing for quite some time, Elise's elbows started to hurt so she lowered herself to be flat on her back. 

"Holy shit, this marble is cold!" She yelped. 

"We can move to the--" Amelia was interrupted. 

Elise pulled her the rest of the way down and pretzeled herself to Amelia's back. 

"Amy" She whispered in her ear. 

With that, Amelia gripped the edge of the counter behind Elise's head for leverage and guided them back and forth. 

The seam of Elise's pants was rubbing against Amelia's clit. Her breathing started to pick up. Elise felt the breath on her neck and the sound of Amelia's pleasure was getting her close. 

"Uhhh"

"Oh ohh" 

"Fucking--" 

"Honey" 

"Please"

"Ooohh god" 

The moaning alternated until they reached a mutual breaking point. 

"Yes! Yes! Yeeeees!" 

It was at this unfortunate moment, that Daniella used her key to the house. 

"That's my sweet girl" Elise said lovingly as she gathered Amelia's hair. 

Daniella set down her purse and walked toward the kitchen. 

"Mom?" She was met with silence. "Mom?" She repeated. 

"MOM?!?!? OH MY GOD!" Daniella was stunned. 

"Shit shit shit" Elise strung together flustered. 

"Fuck! What?!?!" Amelia screamed as she lost her balance and almost fell off the counter. 

"Elise, WHAT are you doing!?!?" Daniella screamed as she saw Amelia attempt to dismount. 

"No, Amelia STAY! I have no top on!" Elise grabbed her. 

"What the hell--" Daniella turned away with her head in her hands. 

"I can't believe this is happening again." Elise said exasperated.

"What's happening again?" Amelia said not thinking. 

  With her back toward them, Daniella said: "Hello, Amelia. I'm Elise's daughter-in-law... David's wife."