Bacon and Eggs
1. Bacon
Sansa woke up slowly to the sound of drenching rain and the smell of bacon. It took her eyes a moment to focus and her brain kicked. You may ask yourself how did I get here? But she knew exactly how she got there. Jon. Jon in the kitchen cooking breakfast? Really? She sat up and looked around for her clothes. They were scattered everywhere. Much to her surprise there was a navy blue bathrobe laid across the edge of the bed. The bacon was enticing and they had not eaten since dinner last evening. She hoped she could find her way to the kitchen. She got up and put on the robe. It smelled like Jon, Terre de Hermes. Sansa ran her fingers through her tangled hair and then gave up. She began to walk down a sleek hallway toward the smell of breakfast. Much to her delight, Jon was at the stove wearing just black running shorts. His chest was bare and his abs cut more than Sansa had ever seen, even on the models in her anatomical drawing classes. They used to make her blush. The sight of Jon just made her blood rush hot to her cunt.
"Hey, I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed. I was trying to be quiet and let you sleep."
"It was the bacon."
"You must be hungry. We were a bit a… enthusiastic last night."
"I don't believe enthusiastic even comes close, Jon."
"Do you want orange juice? It's fresh."
"Yes, I would, thank you, while I search for a better adjective."
"And if you don't find a better adjective?"
"Then we'll just have to do it again, until we come up with the right word."
Sansa laughed as she walked over to Jon and put her arms around his waist as he worked at the stove. She breathed into his neck and felt the warm skin of his back against her.
"Exuberant, explosive, unparalleled, incomparable?"
"Careful this pan is hot,"
"Not as hot as you." she continued.
"Now, now. Breakfast first, then will you will be my desert? Do you want to just eat here?"
"I hate crumbs in bed. They stick to my butt."
Sansa released Jon reluctantly. She walked around the counter and sat on one of the stools at the black granite counter watching him plate the bacon and scrambled eggs, then pour the juice. The kitchen was large and bright. Very black, white and steel. Windows opened onto a garden space and she could see buildings rise around them. Since they had arrived in the dark, Sansa wasn't sure exactly where she was. As she looked around, she realized it must be a loft downtown.
"How did you know scrambled?"
"I guessed and there's some cheddar cheese mixed in." Jon continued all the while smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
"My father told you? No, I can't imagine that you had the conversation 'what should I feed your daughter after I've fucked her all night long?' No, that wouldn't go over well."
"See that's when, I have an existential crisis….."
"Over the eggs?
"Over you and how I want to be all over you."
Jon came around the counter and put the plate in front of her from behind. He pulled back her hair and began to nip at her ear and slowly trace around it with kiss after tiny kiss toward her neck. Sansa turned to him and entwined her arms around his neck so they could kiss and kiss and kiss, lips searching for words that don't exist in any language beyond touch, skin to skin. She turned away from her plate. Jon began to lift her from the stool and in his haste his elbow caught the full plate and sent to cascading to the floor. Eggs and bacon everywhere on the kitchen tile. Somehow the stoneware plate upended itself and only chipped at the edges.
"If you don't eat your breakfast, you can't have any desert." reminded Sansa when flying food got their attention. "I don't care. Right here in my breakfast, fuck me here."
Her robe fell away as he carefully laid her on the floor amid the splatter of food. Sansa reached up and yanked his running shorts down. Jon knelt in the profusion of scrambled eggs on the floor. He didn't care either. Sansa parted her legs and he eased himself on top of her.
"I can see that you're ready for breakfast."
"I'm more than ready, I'm ravenous ."
Jon couldn't resist touching her first. He ran his fingertips from the hollow of her throat down the most immaculate valley between her breasts where he began to kiss. Each caress making her nipples harden with desire.
"Jon right here, take me now, right here on the floor."
2. Eggs
Sansa lay on the floor on top of Jon's blue robe. Jon was unable to resist her request. The eggs were in her hair that lay on the floor. His fingers traced across her slender collar bones, down her throat to that perfect place between her breasts. He kissed her to worship every curve and plane of her.
"I want you here, I want you there, I want you everywhere. I will eat scrambled eggs from your red hair. I want to eat you everywhere."
"Ok Dr. Seuss, Fuck me here, fuck me there, fuck me everywhere! Now!"
Jon continued to kiss down the length of Sansa's stomach inch by inch. His lips dragged along her smooth skin sending sparks to every nerve ending culminating in her center. Her heart beat racing wildly with each caress. His hands traced an alphabet along her sides, thumbs inscribing his name on each hip bone. I want you to be mine….mine. Her breath came ragged with need. Sansa's fingers combed through his hair and caught in his tangled curls.
"Please, now, Jon."
"I want it to be perfect for you."
"It is. As long as you don't stop."
"I may never stop."
Jon ran one hand down her thigh and found her cunt. Sansa's hips arched up into his fingers and he found her clit. Hot, wet, opening for him. His penis ached to enter her. Again, there was no waiting. No ability to memorialize the moment. He took a deep breath and thrust into her with one purpose. To find the absolute geometric intersection of her orgasm and his dick making it happen. He was being pulled into her, that magnetic pull stronger, even now. Their bodies locked in a rhythm neither of them could escape. Gravity, spiraling desire like an infinite loop. Over and over he plunged deeper and deeper as she opened for him. Yet her cunt held him tightly unwilling to let go. Sansa's breaths quickened and he felt her orgasm beginning in her core muscles and wanting to radiate outward. She clung to him hard, as if clinging could save her. She was lost to his passion, his need. Their mutual desire to possess each other completely without saying a word. He knew. She knew. They were lost in each other. As she moved, the eggs crumbled and scattered like tiny galaxies. On the floor, in her hair. Jon pulled her up toward his chest so that he could rush into her. Sansa moaned as their lips met and their tongues sought each other furiously. Eggs flew into the air as her hair tossed around them both. When their lips parted to draw breath, their eyes opening to each other, flashed, locked and they fell. Willingly and overcome.
"I can feel you trembling. Don't hold back. Fall, fall into me."
"Come with me, come wild, come now. Come into me until there is no mortal space between us."