5.

Slap


He's dazed by the long slumber he had last night, body feeling heavy from all the physical effort. The memory of their night activities brings a lazy smile on his face as he reaches to the space just beside him. Finding it empty, he reaches again but far, thinking she might have slipped out of his hold through the night but he frowns in confusion and disappointment when he fully understands that he's alone in her bed.

He gets up, quickly putting on some boxers and goes to look for her. The apartment is oddly quiet and he's wondering where she might have gone this early in the morning when he sees a pair of legs stretching on the living room's floor.

He tries to not make a sound, watching her from behind as she gracefully pulls off a yoga pose that seems easier watched than done. Soon enough, she moves her body to a different position and he gulps at the sight, her arms and legs directly against the floor, as she perks up her behind as high as she can, pulling off a perfect Puppy Dog Stretch.

His hands twitch by his sides, eyes darkening and thinking and rethinking about whether he steps in or leaves her to herself, but the sight of her perfectly rounded globes pushing back makes his resolve crumble, and he kneels right behind her, resting his hands on her hips.

He feels her tense under his hands, but slowly relaxing as the thought of his presence finally resting in her mind. He waits a couple of seconds before leaning towards her folds, leaving a kiss on her yoga pants and waiting for her approval. She senses his pause, looks across her shoulder and gives him a slight nod that makes his fingers start their quest, sliding down simultaneously her pants and underwear.

He dives right in, licking around her entrance and spreading her liquid down to her clit. Her moans are the first thing he ever hears and they're such arousing sounds. He doesn't wait much before pushing in his middle finger, giving her just what she's crying for as his tongue restlessly flicking her bundle of nerves. He adds another finger, curling them deep against her walls and he knows she likes it, by the tremble of her ass and her

breathless pants, but somehow he feels like it's not enough and she pushes back right on his face and he knows she needs more.

"I'm right here Donna, tell me what you want"

She's dazed from the pleasure, and can't find the words nor the courage to say what she really wants. And between two waves of need pooling from her mound and straight on his hand and nose, she places her hand on her buttock and hopes he gets her message. And he does, of course he does. He moves away her hand and affectionately massages the cheek before giving her a well deserved slap, making the flesh a bit rosey and she moans hard, losing her resolve. He sucks and pumps his fingers still until he repeats the movement and she's quickly falling off the brink, pulsating around his fingers as he moves them slowly to bring her back.

Pulling off her, his lips softly rest on her right globe, leaving a kind kiss as she sighs, and after a moment, proceeds to get up as he does the same.

"Good morning," he kisses her for the first time.

"Good morning indeed," she has a ridiculous grin on her face, and she looks down to find his hard member tracing under his boxers fabric. She laces her fingers with his as she leads him toward her bedroom to the shower.

"My turn."