It's Not Love

The Morning After

I woke up to read my phone, 11:01 am, ugh, I'm tired, this bed is too comfortable I don't know if I can pull myself out. Wait a minute, I'm not home, that's right I'm at Eric's house, speaking of... I sat up in bed to find him gone, my clothes still not here, darn, I can't just slip out. I scroll through TikTok for a few minutes before stepping out to go to the bathroom when I do, I smell bacon, please tell me this man is not making me breakfast. 

After I get done I decide to walk to the smell of bacon because who can resist? When I get to the island I notice two plates sitting in front of the chairs, bacon, obviously, eggs, and sausage. "I figured you'd be hungry, sit." I sat in the chair while he poured two cups of coffee, and I added creamer. "So this is your way of getting me to fall in love with you, by making me breakfast." Almost choking on his eggs, "No, I, uh, just thought you'd like something to eat."Someone thought I was sleeping, smirking to myself and nodding my head in agreement we sat in silence while eating, again not awkward just comforting, something I hadn't had in a while. 

When we finished he asked, "I know you're probably ready to go home..." he drifted, "Yes I do plan on going home, I'd like a day to lay in bed and do absolutely nothing." I sipped the last of my coffee looking into the cup, "Can I interest you in something before you go?" Without looking up I replied, "And what do you want to interest me with?" "Well," almost startling me he's inches from my face, his face is filled with lust, "Me." I shake my head in acceptance, this time he kisses me longer than last night, running his fingers through my hair, with the other hand he puts me up on the island. "Turn around," his voice demands, I turn over onto my hands and knees when he pulls down the shorts I'm wearing. "You look stunning in my clothes but nothing beats when they're off." I chuckled at his comment. 

He spanked my ass, "You thought that was funny?" I mean... "Just a little," He spanks my ass again, this time harder, "Do I have your permission?" This again I'm already getting wet just from getting spanked on the island, "Yes," I moaned out, he spanks me one more time before devouring me, licking every inch of my clit. "I want you to moan for me, and don't hold back." I'm moaning louder now, "Yes," "That's yes sir to you when I have you bent over." Now the butterflies are turning in my stomach, "Yes sir," I can barely breathe while moaning against his tongue. He stops and I'm able to breathe for a second to put a condom on before he puts himself inside of me, going slow he grabs my wrist that was in front of me now behind me. Grabbing both in one hand, the other taking all of my hair into a pony, "Are you ready?" This time it's no question, "Yes sir." Speeding up I moan even louder, not being able to contain my moans while he's trusting inside of me I start to scream, "That's it baby tell me how much you like it," I can't help it the words are falling out, "Fuck, you," thrusting faster, "feel so good, please, don't stop." 

"I won't, this is all for you," Now he's moaning, fuck it's so hot, "your pussy is so tight, tell me this is all mine." "This is all yours." They say sex gets better the more you do it with one person, and this may be only the second but it feels like the first all over again, except more natural since we got the first time out of the way, I cum all over him as his continue to pound me, the sounds of clapping between my ass and his torso. "You look so beautiful, are you ready to go again this time with me?" "Yes sir," I could barely get the sir part out before cumming all over him. 

He reaches around me to kiss my neck, "I'll be right back," he disappears while I climb down from the island. I hear water running and head towards the bathroom, he's not in here but I undress and climb in the bubble-filled bath, shut my eyes, and relax until I hear footsteps. I open them to turn off the faucet and turn to face Eric as he plops what finally looks like my clothes on the countertop. He climbs in the tub with me, too tired to think I lay my head back and shut my eyes again. 

A hand reaches my foot in the water, Eric starts massaging my feet, not in a "let me suck your toes" kind of way, but gentle and firm. "You need a pedicure," he stated not looking at me, "I know, I've been meaning to make an appointment just haven't had the time." "Don't worry about it, already got it covered." He says blankly, "You made an appointment for me?" This time he looks at me, "I'll do anything for you, as long as you're willing." 

"Willing to do what?" I asked back, "To fall in love again."