After finishing her last swallow of coffee she grabs a travel mug from the cabinet, and pours some for her guest, making it exactly how he likes it. Two sugars three creams. After preparing his cup, she skedaddles off to her room.
Upon entering the bedroom there's a sight to behold, a sleeping Fitz. The sun is shining through the partly opened blinds, casting a warm glow on him as he sleeps.
She pauses, taking in the moment. He looks absolutely delicious lying flat on his back, with the top sheet half-heartedly covering his midsection, in large part because he's pitching a tent. Instantly, her bundle of nerves twinge at the sight of his morning glory holding strong.
While she attempts to talk herself out of accosting him in his sleep. Her thoughts are interrupted by her hearing him say, "It's impolite to stare." She jumps at first, but then laughs as she asks, "How long have you been awake?" He turns toward her smiling, as she approaches the bed, and places the travel mug on the night stand before climbing back into bed with him.
Now laying on his side, facing her, as she faces him too. He says, "I've been up for about 20 minutes. I figured coming to look for you wasn't the best idea." She nods as she responds, "Good thinking." He quips, "Meh, I have my moments." They share a chuckle that rounds out to a shared smile. There's a peace and comfortability that settles on them in the moment.
The shared smile is accompanied by a gaze into each other's eyes that holds for a few minutes, before he reaches for her hand, which she willingly allows him to take.
He then pulls her over to him, and she moves toward him as they share the sweetest kiss. The kiss deepens and their bodies react like liquid napalm. Their passions rage, from one solitary kiss, and within seconds they're at it again. Completely aware of the time constraint and more so importantly, neither willing to forgo satiating their immediate passions for one another.
Quickly, she sheds her robe and climbs atop him like a cat up a tree. As she settles atop him, he suits up and by the time she leans forward to kiss him again, he's suited and booted. As her tongue invades his mouth, he guides her bottom half to its awaiting landing space.
Upon entry, their kiss breaks as they both quietly react to his immersion deep inside her, as best they can. Clinching his teeth, and pursing his lips. He immediately grips her waist, as she's perched atop him, biting her bottom lip and hoping she doesn't draw blood. While gripping his pecks as he begins to thrust and she begins a relentless bounce.
They seemingly catch rhythm from the onset, with both of their climaxes already looming. She's trying to keep down her moans, but she's struggling mightily, and so is he. The tightness from this angle is pushing him to release faster than he wants. Add her moans and the incredible wetness, and he knows he's in trouble.
Loving his sounds, and wanting to hear more. She's now hovering over him, and he's watching as her breasts swing back and forth in his face due to the force of him penetrating her. And the amount of force being generated by her bouncing on his love stick. She's grunting like a woman in labor, as she feels the reverberation of her bounce in her toes. The power of his grip, and the pace of his thrust is absolutely perfect. She's on pace to blow any moment, and she wants to release all over him. Feeling her nub begin to spasm, with the threat of his own release on deck. He starts the process of what he knows will get her to the point of no return.
He slaps her ass one time hard, and she groans, "MMMMHMMM, Damn mama like." He follows with, "MMMM daddy likes too. Fuck." She responds, "MMMM show me how much you like it daddy."
Loving their word play, he grips her thighs to hold her in place, straight up and down, so his shaft crosses her nub on every bounce. She instantly feels the immediate pleasure and pressure of him sliding in and out of her. She again reacts, "Ho Ho Holy Fuuuck MMMM."
He groans, "Yeah, you gonna cum again for daddy?" She breathily replies, "Yes. Oh Fuck Yes! OOOH Shit. It's So good. So fucking good!" Immediately her wetness increases; so he lets off a battery of smacks in a row that changes the game. Ready to take it to the max; she picks up her pace, and begins grinding with her bounce.
Feeling her on the edge; he moves his hands from her waist, and begins massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. This action forces her love den to flood, as the sound of her gushiness as she vigorously bounces on him becomes the soundtrack to their session.
The level of pleasure they're experiencing is unmatched by anything they've previously felt. The passion, aggression and primal desire to cum, is the only thing that matters. Quiet moans and groans escape them both, with some added raunchy dirty talk, as within seconds they burst through the wall of orgasm together.
With their orgasm riddled bodies unable to move; she lays on him as they catch their breaths and recuperate, as he rubs her back with one hand and has his other arm behind his head.
As she relaxes atop him; she listens to his heartbeat. As it calms, so does hers. He then kisses the top of her head, and she looks up at him. He pecks her lips sweetly, and says, "We've got to get up." She takes a breath as she says, "I know. But I don't wanna." He sweetly replies, "Me either. But, life calls." She agrees, and pecks his lips again before dismounting.
As she gets out of bed he grabs his clothes, and heads to the ensuite bathroom, while she strips the bed. Minutes later he reenters the bedroom to find the bed made up, and her wearing her robe, sitting on the window seat, looking pensively at her phone.
Purposely, he breaks her concentration as he plops down next to her, saying, "Damn, couldn't wait to erase any remnants of me being here huh?" She looks at him with some confusion at first, before she sees him pointing at the bed. She then puts on a smile as she responds, "Trust me, you've left an impression where it counts."
He takes in her compliment and kisses her sweetly, but comically says, "Good to know. You're not exactly forgettable either by the way. Dirty girl." She smirks as she replies, "Is that a complaint I'm hearing after the fact? Because, I don't recall any adverse reactions during the moment." He gleefully smiles as he responds, "Hell no. Not one complaint here."
Loving his response she says, "Good, I will take that as a compliment then." He nods as he replies, "You should. It's how I intended it." She beams as she says, "Thank you." He adores her smile and sweetness, as he replies, "You're welcome." Lovingly, she strokes the side of his face as they look at one another, and he asks, "What's got you staring at your phone this early?" She scrunches her nose as she asks, "You saw that huh?" He nods as he puts on his shoes, as he replies, "I did. Is something wrong?" She sighs as she replies, "Nothing's wrong. Just inevitable. Eddie texted me from his computer."