Cece awoke from a deep sleep smiling the smile of a sincerely satisfied woman. She breathed in deeply and stretched her left leg out over Schmidt's still sleeping body, pointing her toes toward the opposite wall. She tilted her head up and looked at his still sleeping face, which also held a small smile. She giggled and absentmindedly caressed his chest as she remembered their antics from earlier. As if reminded, she looked down to find her still exposed breasts, and instinctively lifted the strap of her orange teddy over her shoulder, covering up. The movement apparently stirred something inside of her, because her stomach let out a large growl so loud her eyes flickered back up to Schmidt to make sure he hadn't been awoken.

Another grumble came, even louder than the one previous, and she realized she was going to have to do something about the situation. In all her planning for Schmidt's surprise, she hadn't really taken the time to eat. She slowly slid her leg off of Schmidt and carefully rolled to her back, facing the ceiling. She rolled further to her front, and quietly pushed herself up to her knees. She paused a moment to take in the sight of a still sleeping Schmidt before getting to her feet.

As she padded to the door, she was caught by the sight of herself in Schmidt's full length mirror. Her hair was wildly matted the right, and her dark mascara had run a bit. She had made certain Jess had cleared the apartment for the evening, taking Nick and Winston with her. All the same, she grabbed Schmidt's blue kimono that hung from the back of the door and slipped it on before stepping barefoot into the kitchen.

She made her way to the center counter and plucked a single apple from the bowl that rested in the middle. She turned to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. She then stepped to the sink and gave the apple a rinse. She gave the apple a few shakes, and raised to her mouth. Before she was able to take a bite, she was startled as two warm arms slipped over her hips and pulled her into a soft embrace.

"Hungry?" he asked, the smile evident in his voice.

"Freaking starving," she said, finally taking a bite. After a few chews, the embrace only tightened. "You must me hungry, too. Given the energy you expended earlier."

"Oh, I'm hungry all right," he said, loosening the embrace.

"Well, grab an apple," she said, taking another bite of her own. Her chewing slowed as she noticed the embrace loosening.

"Hmmm…"

"They're pretty good. You should," she said. She was interrupted by his hands as they softly caressed her hips. Up and down they ran before angling upwards and finding their way to the front of her chest. She smiled, and continued chewing, letting a small moan escape as he gave her breasts a small squeeze.

"I see you're wearing my 'mono," he said, giving her a small kiss on her neck. "I think you're ridiculously sexy in it, of course, but I'm not sure we need it right now."

"What are you doing?" she asked. His answer came as his hands released her breasts and found the silk belt that kept the kimono from falling open. His hands loosened the belt, exposing her orange teddy, along with the top of her bare thighs.

"Schmidt," she said, carefully chewing her last bite of apple.

"Yes?"

"I thought," she said. She was interrupted as his right hand slipped effortlessly over her thigh, under her teddy, and ever so slightly into her warm center. She put both hands down on the sink in front of her, dropping her apple to the floor. He moved his index finger around expertly, forcing her eyes closed. His thumb soon tried to meet his forefinger, with only her most sensitive spot separating the two.

"Schmidt," she panted, her knees all but buckling as he continued to tease. After a few more gentle strokes, he eased off, instead inserting his finger ever so slightly deeper inside. The pleasure Cece felt was still great, but the intensity eased off enough for her to straighten up again.

"I thought… I thought you said you were hungry?" she finally said.

"Oh, I'm hungry," Schmidt said, removing his hand completely. He turned Cece abruptly to face him. She looked into his eyes momentarily before they lowered to take in her orange teddy, and the expertly maintained body beneath it. He smirked as he spun to the center counter behind him and reached for the blow of fruit. Cece's heart fell momentarily.

"I'm just hungry for something a little different," Schmidt said, taking the entire bowl in his hands and moving it to the sink.

Cece raised her eyebrows and let her lips fall slightly open. This allowed Schmidt time to spin her around and back her up to the center counter. He lifted her as a yelp of surprise escaped her, and set her on the cool surface of the counter. He opened the kimono further as kissed her, nipping ever so slightly at her lips. Her hands looked for someplace to take hold. The smooth surface of his shoulders didn't provide stable traction, so she ended up sliding her hands behind her, holding herself upright at an incline as he continued to kiss her.

He put his hand behind her head as he deepened the kiss, hungrily allowing his tongue to explore her own as his hands blindly slipped the straps of teddy down without freeing the kimono from her shoulders completely.

After what seemed like hours, he let her up for air. She again panted as her swollen lips pulled air raggedly into her lungs. As if sensing she needed a break, Schmidt gently pressed his right hand to her exposed chest and pushed.

"Lie back," he said.

"What are?"

"Just lie back. Close your eyes. Relax."

Cece lowered herself back on the counter. The kimono fell completely open, canopying the sides of the counter. She instinctively brought her hands to her chest, noting her wildly beating heart. She felt her legs slowly being lifted into the air, and Schmidt slowly adjusted her body, lining her up so that her head peaked over the end of the counter, her hair spilling over straight down, nearly reaching the floor. And then… silence. She waited for a few moments, and just as she was about to ask what was happening, she got her answer.

His mouth found her center with a start, his tongue inside her almost instantly. Her abs engaged as she shot straight up on the counter. Her eyes opened wide but Schmidt just kept at the task at hand. She looked down on him, waiting for his pace so lessen. Once she realized it wasn't going to, she tried to carefully ease herself back onto the counter. He breathing went ragged, and her hands found a steady travel schedule between Schmidt's head and her own breasts, still ever so slightly sensitive from earlier in the day.

Schmidt's hands kept her legs ever so slightly elevated, and his lips and tongue worked out a wondrous routine that seemed to bring her to the edge every few seconds, only to back off, slowly bringing her back down. Time after time, Cece feared she would burst, but time after time, she came back down to a more manageable level of ecstasy. Until…

After a good 15 minutes, Schmidt let her legs fall, her left leg over his shoulder, and her right over the edge of the counter. Cece's eyes fluttered open at the sudden change in position. Her head hung back slightly off the counter, and her eyes locked on the upside down wall opposite where she lay. She brought her hands to her breasts, softly thumbing her nipples. She waited.

Schmidt returned his tongue to her clit, and started his ascension again. When he got to the part where he usually backed off, Cece felt him instead press on her flat stomach with his left hand to hold her in place as he surged forward, increasing his speed. Cece felt tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, and found herself squeezing her breasts more firmly and firmly as Schmidt continued. After a moment, she started to lose herself. Her arms fell to her sides as she gripped the counter as Schmidt pressed forward. After a few more moments, her vision blurred and a tingling started rising through her legs. Knowing better than to test Schmidt, she simply let go. This wasn't the first time, after all. She convulsed slightly on the table, her thighs tightening around Schmidt's head. She though momentarily about giving a warning, but Schmidt had made it clear he enjoyed causing her to lose control. She released the edges of the counter, and then just released altogether.

Rather than giving her a moment to rest, Schmidt pushed on. He tossed her limp legs back over his shoulders and gently inserted his right forefinger. Every inch of her flesh burned as she found herself nearly losing consciousness more than once over the ensuing minutes. She lost count of how many times she orgasmed, the whole ordeal seemingly bleeding into one, giant dose of bliss. Cece inhaled deeply as her body succumbed.

She came to seconds later, her arms and legs dangling off the counter as Schmidt cradled her head in his left hand and stared lovingly down at her from above.

"How you doing beautiful?" he smiled.

"Better than ever," she mumbled back.

"That was a lot of fun," he said.

"You have no idea."

"You, uh, want to rest a bit? I can go clean up," he said, gesturing towards the sink with his right hand.

"Um…."

"Hang on," he said, slowly releasing her head. He started to move around her towards the sink when she raised her weary left arm and grabbed his right wrist.

"Cece?"

She lifted her head and pinned her impossibly wide eyes on his. She slowly smiled as she moved her left hand to his right, and then slowly brought his hand to her mouth. This was nothing new for them, and she knew it drove him wild. She closed her lips around his index finger and curled her tongue around it, taking pride in the way he melted in front of her. She slowly pulled his finger from her lips with her right hand as her left reached behind her for her prize.

As she had expected, Schmidt was at fullest attention.

Cece let her head rest back just over the corner of the counter again as she ran her fingers up and down Schmidt's shaft. Her right hand joined in as she simultaneously tuned up her saliva glands.

Slowly and carefully she guided him so that he was standing in front of her face, his cock pointed down the length of her body. She pulled him forward slightly and reached her tongue out to the base of his shaft. She ran her wet tongue up and down the shaft a few times, attempting to moisten it. When she got it to her liking, she brought him and took a tiny nibble of cross section of his penis to test the waters. He was ready.

She quickly positioned the tip of his penis to her lips and wetted the head. A few expert turns of her tongue around his helmet, and she was ready. She eased him in slowly by caressing the sides of his butt, slowly guiding him into her mouth. His hands again tenderly held the back of her head, giving her neck muscles a break as he let her direct his entrance and exit from her willing mouth. After a few dozen pumps, she again let her tired arms fall to her sides, trusting him implicitly. She felt him fill her mouth with his girth, at times nearly blocking the airway at the back of her throat, but he never caused her pain, and after the ecstasy she'd just experienced, she enjoyed offering him this treat. His right hand eventually found her breasts, caressing and molding them as he pumped away. Cece found herself swinging her hanging legs in time with his thrusts, almost keeping time with him

After a minute or two, she felt him tense in her mouth, and felt his shaft slicken with something other than her saliva. Only then did she lift her hands back to his hips. This part was tricky. Not because she wouldn't swallow Schmidt. She had no issue with that. But she wasn't accustomed to doing so as her head and hair hung towards the floor. Sensing her trepidation, Schmidt stopped, starting to pull away.

Cece stopped him, holding him still. She pushed him out just enough that she could get her hands around his shaft. She started stroking him with her right hand as she circled his tip with her tongue. She felt him begin to come a millisecond before he started to pull away. She held him close, however, and continued stroking him with her hands. She shut her eyes and waited a few beats before she felt his warm fluids spray unevenly over her chest and shoulders. A few more strokes brought a few loose ends cascading down to her chin and cheek. She then brought him into her mouth again to tidy up her work.

Moments later, Schmidt fell to his knees and pressed his head to Cece's. He slowly turned her face, and then her body, to face him, and kissed her deeply. There they rested a few minutes. Schmidt on the kitchen floor, Cece face down on the center counter, feet kicked up behind her, ankles crossed. After a minute, Schmidt broke the silence.

"So…"

"So..."

"Well, I don't know about you, but I am starving."