You wake up with a jolt and an embarrassingly loud moan. Your hips are rolling and you're already panting before you even get your bearings. And then it hits you, the pleasure coursing through your veins becomes apparent, you glance down and see mischievous eyes watching your from between your legs. Your back arches and your eyes slam shut at the visual. Her tongue is moving wickedly and your body is fighting to keep up, it seems to be a losing battle, it feels like Brittany is everywhere at once. She slows her pace, her tongue going from broad licks to soft short flicks, you catch her eyes and watch to see what the next plan of attack is. Her eyes are burning into yours as she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks softly while sliding in and immediately curling two fingers. Your vision whites out and you can't see or hear anything, you vaguely register some ungodly noises coming from you but you're completely disconnected. Your orgasm rails through you and you ride the waves for what feels like hours before limply falling back to the mattress.
Your eyes flicker open a while later and you groan out your exhaustion.
"Morning sleepyhead"
"Definitely a good morning. What. Was that for? Not that I'm complaining, "you ask around a yawn.
"Really it was for purely selfish reasons, I couldn't resist. I mean, you were just lying there, all gorgeous and naked and I couldn't help myself."
You roll over to face her and kiss her languidly.
"Best morning ever" you whisper against her lips.
The two of you lounge in bed for another half hour before Brittany's stomach growls loud enough to cause concern. She giggles and suggests that you take a shower before breakfast causing you to quirk your eyebrow and smirk at her. But surprisingly, and sadly if you're being honest, after a series of long and teasing kisses, she –pushes you into the bathroom and doesn't follow. You pout but figure the sooner you shower the sooner you can get back a naked Brittany. Quickest shower of your life.
You're expecting to see Britt lying on your bed, but when you head in there in a towel, she's gone. You'll admit to being panicked at first, but then you remember last night and calm down a bit. You slip on her white button down (and nothing else because you're going to tease the crap out of her today) and make your way to the kitchen. The site that greets you in the cutest damn thing you've ever seen. Brittany is standing at the stove wearing a pair of your boyshorts and a white tank top, but the best part is that she's clipped her suspenders on to the shorts so that they are fitted over her shoulders over the tank top. You can't decide whether it's really hot or just adorable (it's both). You creep up behind her and run your hands flat underneath her suspenders and around to her stomach, standing on your toes to press a kiss to the back of her neck.
"What're you doing babe?"
"Making us breakfast, I hope you don't mind. I was just sitting there and thought it'd be nice to not have to wear clothes today."
You look around her shoulder and see that she's made eggs, bacon and pancakes. You're a bit stunned, and completely and wholly smitten with this girl.
"You didn't have to do that but thank you." you mumble out with a grin.
She takes the last of the food off of the stove and turns the heat off. She spins around to face you and wraps her arms around you, pressing a kiss on your head.
"It's not big deal, I just… I wanted to do something nice for you." she answers bashfully.
You lean forward and press yourself tightly to her front, "I'm not sure if breakfast can top that wakeup I got this morning but we'll see." You say while nipping at her bottom lip. You can see the blush fan out across her cheeks and you giggle as she realizes that you're standing there in nothing but a white button up. You back up and take her hand, "You ready to eat... again, babe?" you smirk.
It's afternoon, and luckily neither of you have class on Friday, you're camped out on the couch, listening to Brittany giggle at cartoons and you can't think of a better way to pass your day. Brittany is propped against the arm of the couch and you're resting on her chest.
"Hey Britt? Do you have plans for Spring Break?"
"Um, no. I kind of just thought that I'd do whatever you're doing. Unless you're going home, which would make total sense. I'm not like inviting myself along if you already have plans, I just thought…"
You're giggling at her tangent and the alarmed look in her eye.
"Babe, relax. I don't have plans. My parents are going to be working the whole week anyways so there's not really a reason to go home."
You can see her visibly relax back into the couch. She still doesn't want to overstep any boundaries when it comes to your relationship and you appreciate the thought but sometimes she works herself up before you have the chance to stop her.
"What do you think about staying with me for the week? Like, the whole week. We could wake up and fall asleep together every night. We could go into the city or just spend the whole week naked if you wanted to."
You see a sly smile spread across her face, "A whole week naked huh? Sounds like paradise to me."
"So is that a yes?"
"How could I say no to that?" she giggles out. She leans in closer to press a kiss to your ear, "Waking up to you in my arms everyday sealed the deal" she whispers softly.
You sigh out contentedly and snuggle closer into her.
Four more weeks. Your mental count down starts right now.