We sit on the edge of your bed eating croissants, drinking coffee and chatting. Now that we have a day free, we need to make our plans. Of course the plans are very simple… Flakes from your pastry fall into your lap. For some reason this makes me laugh as I pick them up. Me touching you there sends blood into your dick and it stiffens a little and rolls to one side. This makes me giggle more and I give it a pat.

I say, “Already stirring for more action?” You look down, smile and nod. “Yep,” you say, “looks that way.” You give me a kiss. I taste sweet from the jam. You tell me how good it tastes. You smile suggestively. I dip my finger into the open jar or raspberry jam and circle it around my left nipple. You lick it off me, slowly. I sigh. I dab a dollop on my right nipple. You kiss it off me. Your mouth is warm with coffee as you press it to me. It feels good. You’re getting harder. You open a jar of blueberry jelly and draw a face on my stomach with your finger.

“It tickles,” I say, leaning back on the bed and laughing. You lick the face away. “I love making you laugh,” you say. My hand rests on your head as you kiss and lick my belly. You sit up and kiss my mouth. Your tongue, sweet, in my mouth. I dip my finger into the raspberry. I trace a trail of it up the inside of my thigh. “We’re both going to be sticky messes after this,” you say. You slide off the bed and between my legs. “I don’t have a problem with that,” I say, as you begin to lick the jam off of me, your head nuzzled against me. I unscrew a tiny jar of honey and drizzle it over myself. You watch as it moves slowly through the faint design of pubic hair and down into my pussy.

“Mmmmm,” is all you can say as you move to clean me with your mouth. When your tongue touches my clit, I begin breathe in audibly. You curl your tongue around me again and again until I’m clean and wet. I drizzle honey onto your shoulders and tell you to come up onto the bed. I know you are enjoying eating me but the idea of my tongue on your body makes you listen. You climb onto the bed and lie on your stomach. I straddle you and begin kissing across your back. You can hear my lips smacking as I take the honey off. You feel some now on your neck – and moments later my mouth is there. “Turn over,” I whisper in your ear.

You roll onto your back, still with me on you. Looking up at me – I’m grinning with a jar of jelly in my hand. “I liked breakfast,” I say, dipping my finger in the jar, “but I’m still hungry.” I put some jelly on your cheek and begin to lick your face. You feel so hard, you press yourself against me. I squirm down against you and laugh again. The texture of my tongue on your face is exciting. The wet and warmth of it are wonderful. I stop and draw a line across my own face and lower it to you. You lick it off of me. You look behind me and notice the trays on the bed left over from breakfast.

There are several jars of jam and honey still on it. “Hmmm,” you say, “this could take some time.” I sit up and smile. “We have all day,” I remind you, as I spear grape jelly on my left arm. You laugh and begin to nibble it off of me, making your way from my wrist to my elbow. I laugh – I always laugh – and tell you, you’re ticking me. You switch tactics and barely brush my skin with your lips. This makes me squirm and giggle even more. You kiss my palm and fingers. You dip your finger into the grape jelly and rub it along my pussy, sliding it inside me – deep.

I make a little moan and pull your head to mine and kiss your cheek. You continue to rub me inside. I am wet and sticky. I lean back. “Oh, P,” I say, “will you kiss me.” Saying nothing, you slide between my thighs and spread me open. My pussy is rimmed with purple jelly. You push your mouth against me and slide your tongue inside me – deep. You can feel my muscles contract. You listen as I exhale slowly as you move your tongue inside me. Your arms are looped behind my thighs and holding my hips, bringing me closer to your mouth. The mix of the sweet jelly and the taste of me – it’s just perfect.

You slide your hand close to my pussy and begin to finger my clit as you lick and suck me. My warm thighs are closing around you, holding your head against me. My skin is smooth and warm on you. I bring my foot to your dick and rub it softly. You move your mouth to my clit and your fingers are inside me. You begin working on my clit with your tongue. You rub the top of my pussy on the inside with your index finger and thumb. I begin arching my back and breathing hard. “Oh my god,” I say under my breath; I raise my voice, “oh my god this feels so good.”

You look up the bed at me. One hand is on my breasts, moving between them, playing with my nipples. The other is on your head, pushing you into me. My head lolls from side to side. I’m beginning to twist my hips against you, raising and lowering my ass. You lick harder. I know want to make me cum. I know want to feel me cumming and excited. You want to slide your dick in me while my pussy is clenching. You want to fuck me – but to pull out before you cum and cum across me.

My breathing loud now, breathing loud and starting to speak without words. My pussy smacks into your face hard. In almost a whimper I ask you to go into me. You keep licking and sliding your hand into me faster and faster. I’m pressing my head down and twisting on the bed. You can’t wait either. You stand up. My ass in on the edge of the bed. My pussy is dark pink, wet and swollen. I grab you and push you into me. You dick is so hard, it’s throbbing. I feel you slide into me.  

My face is flushed with excitement. I can’t wait. You are in and out, in and out, in and out of me. Then out. You stand over me and finish yourself with your hand. I want to object to you pulling out. I laugh when I feel your cum – hot – across my tits and stomach. Done, for the moment. You kneel again and begin kissing me. I shout. Your mouth and fingers keep me cumming. You can keep me cumming like this for a long, long time.